I smoked in between lectures, i smoked while waiting for a bus, i smoked while i drank beer with my buddies out in town, i smoked as i took out trash, i smoked while i waited for a kettle to boil, i smoked when i was bored, angry, happy or sad. I smoked all the freakin' time. And then... I stopped. Why? It was a step that I've been meaning to take for a lot of years, a step which i took multiple times an stumbled. Quitting was a keystone for me in changing my life into a healthier one, into the one where i can run 5k in under 22 minutes without coughing out black soot out of my lungs. It was a best choice I've ever made. What worked for me was not telling anyone about my plans to quit and resigning from all social activities for a month. It was hard. For weeks smoking was all that I could think about, i would suck on a straw an pretend i was smoking a cig, the whole ritual of rolling one up and lighting it was almost too much. I struggled to watch movies or tv series where characters smoked... and sometimes a whiff of a cigarette would sneak in from outside when my neighbor would light one up in the balcony. That smell... would drive me mad. But i stuck to my guns, all these thoughts just showed how pathetic of a nicotine junkie I was, what it does with your thoughts, its just pure evil. I used this as a retrospective to motivate myself further... but in the end it wasn't motivation that did it, it was discipline. Never felt better, and i hope i can help achieve the same for those who are in need.