You're kickin' it, Manas!
If I can do it, you can do it.
I grew up in a house with my dad, a three pack a day smoker. The ceiling was yellow over the chair where he sat. He died at 62 after 3 heart attacks. I swore I would never smoke, but when I got to college, somehow I started. Then I worked in bar for a number of years, before Smoke-eaters were invented. I smoked my own, and everybody else's too. I knew I should
quit, but I didn't really want to
quit, so my half-hearted attempts always ended in failure.
Then I started coughing up pieces of lung. I started to really want to quit.
. Still, I was pretty well hooked, and didn't quite get around to it.
Until a guy challenged me.
We were sitting at the bar, and the conversation came around to smoking. We both smoked, and both thought we ought to quit. We teased each other for a while, and then he said..."I'll bet you $100 you can't quit." That did it.
I put the cigarette down and never intended to pick up another one
Well, I didn't quite figure on massive constipation.
Yes! No cup of coffee and a cigarette in the AM, no trip to the Ladies. For a week. I was so bloated I couldn't close my pants. In desperation, I caved. I smoked 1 butt with a cuppa, and well...success. But I was still determined to quit. So, forewarned being forearmed - I started drinking mass quantities of water for a day or two, then quit again. More water, more water, more water...then, more water.
That was 1982. I haven't smoked one cigarette since.
The jerk never gave me the $100 - he kept smoking.
I still think I won.