I think I quit in April of this year after smoking for 30 years. I don't try and keep track of how many days I've stopped smoking because I don't want to think about how long it's actually been since I've had one, if that makes any sense.
Started out using Chantix, but experienced some of those side effects noted on the inclosed paperwork. Actually, the wife says I went bat-shit crazy for a day or two.
As I have such a tenuous grasp on reality anyway, I gave that shit up in a hurry and just went cold turkey without any chemical crutch to replace the nicotine.
These days I treat the entire process like I used to treat deployments in the Army: just take it one day at a time, sometimes even one hour, or one minute at a time, and keep telling myself "I choose not to smoke, I choose not to smoke" over and over, just like some sort of mantra. That and chew the hell out of a bunch of tooth picks.
It's gotten better as I only feel the "need" for a butt on rare occasions. Usually after a couple of drinks, or a good meal.
Told my Dad I thought I had finally given up the habit after at least a month of going without. (He'd given up the habit after his final tour in Viet Nam) When he told me that it had taken him 20 years to finally quit having the urge for a cigarette or a cigar after a good meal I was like
- gee, thanks Dad. (mumble, mumble, asshole, mumble, mumble)
But screw it, I think what finally broke me of the habit is that I just couldn't stand paying $10 a pack in this fricken state. $300 bucks a month on a habit that doesn't involve firearms, flying, or single malt scotch just ain't gonna work.
That and the fact, the older I get, the less willing I am to go outside in New York winters to indulge in that habit. The rest of the year isn't to bad, but standing out in sub-zreo temperatures, with snow getting blow up my ass just doesn't cut it anymore.
Anyhoo, that's my tale of woe