I can sort of relate. I had been sitting on the side line waiting to start my current quit for the past couple of months. In fact I started my quit quite unexpectedly. I woke up last Sunday morning and told my wife that today was the day. Unfortunately I had a full pack of cigs in my pocket from the night before. I went all Sunday without touching them, and Monday morning before work I put them in the kitchen drawer. Within minutes of getting home from work that evening I yelled to my wife while changing that there was a pack of smokes in the drawer and to hide them from me that night and throw them out the next day. We haven't talked about it since.