On the 1st July, I was driving to work, and I thought - that was my last cigarette. No drama, no deep resolve, just a gentle acceptance that my smoking days were over.
I have had no health problems or scares, and no road to Damascus revelations. Just a quiet realisation that I wasn't a smoker anymore.
But I have had some fierce withdrawal symptoms! From my office, I can see the "smoking balcony" where everyone goes to die slowly - and it still looks welcoming and friendly. I've been well on my way down the passage to bum a cigarette from my buddies - but luckily the toilet is on the way, so I make it a loo trip instead.
I needed some motivation to stay firm though. After a day or two I realised that I have been hiding my smoking - from my wife, and from my friends: I didn't smoke at home or with friends - just at work. And before going home I would make with the mouthwash and wash my face and hands, or go to the gym and have a workout and shower. I doubt if I fooled my wife, but I wanted her to think that I wasn't smoking much (like 4 or 5 instead of 20 a day).
I now realise that this "hiding" had become an aberrant behaviour - just like your average addict. - So now I had my motivational hook - I'm an addict - just look at how hard I tried to hide it. And if I'm an addict - there's no excuse - I can't ever have another puff.
So on day 7 having not smoked 175 cigarettes, I'm still struggling with withdrawal and habit re-education, but as an addict I have to say: I'm a non-smoker.