I had my last cigarette around 8:00 pm on Wednesday, August 12th. The first few days were poor agony, however, I managed to survive. I thought for sure since I made it through the physical withdrawal period I was home free. Unfortunately, there's a whole lot more to the habit than just the physical addiction. Some days are better than others. I just keep telling myself that I can do this. When the craving gets really strong, I log on to this website and gain the motivation I need to hold on for a few minutes until the craving passes. I look at myself as a drug addict and know that just one more puff will set me back. Every once in awhile when the cravings are really strong, my husband will ask me if I just want one. I keep explaining that I am an addict and just one will ruin all of the effort I've put forth thus far. I can't even imagine going through this all over again. I know he means well, he just doesn't understand what I'm going through. He's never been addicted to anything in his life. I quit a few years ago for 9 months. I thought I had it beat, so I tempted myself with a cigarette. I thought I could keep in under control and only smoke a few now and then. Unfortunately, that plan didn't work out so well. I've been going to a smoking cessation class once a week for the past 7 weeks. Tomorrow will be my 2nd class since I've quit. I'm looking forward to sharing that I am still nicotine free. I am so proud of myself. I tell myself it's not just the quantity of life I'm gaining by quitting by also the QUALITY. I not only want to be around to watch my son grow up, but I want to participate in his life. As a smoker, I sit out and watch. As a non-smoker, I've been participating more often. I'm trying to stay active to keep my mind occupied, and it really seems to be helping. I'm in this for the long haul. Thank you to everyone who has posted to this site. It is really encouraging to know I have a place to go, and I can read that others have overcome the same struggles I am facing.