Heidi, it didn’t work for Hubs. He has tried it three times with no side affects that he noticed. He’s going to try the patch.
I quit through sheer willpower, but then again I’m abolutely perfect, don’t you know.
Actually, it was hell. I live with a little extra weight is all.
I guess you really didn’t want to hear this. There is more success than not, from what I understand. Good luck, break a leg and all that. 
I quit about 15 years ago - did it cold turkey and it was murder. My motivation - I had money for smoking or money for horses, not enough for both - made the decision very easy.
You can do it Heidi! Heaven knows, from what I’ve seen on the forum, you’re strong-willed enough. Just don’t worry if you’re a little on the b**tchy side for a while - we’ll all understand!
I was popping Zyban, chewing the gum, plastered with patches and puffing away simultaneously!
Woohoo-more nicotine in the system.
Seriously, I was a smoker from oh about age 13 when I used to hide in the bushes at my boarding school and smoke Players like the proverbial chimney.
Loved ciggies for more than 30 years-tried to quit numerous times with all the current aids.
Nothing worked until I just flat made up my mind that I wasn’t going to smoke.
That was over 8 months ago and I’m still on the wagon.
The first 2 months were the worse-I p@ssed off just about everybody I knew and plummeted into a minor depression.
Periodically, I have to restrain myself from snatching cigarettes form complete strangers on the streets.
I still have lurid dreams where I’m lighting up.
But I can breath, I don’t begin and end each day by hacking like a consumptive, and I don’t stink anymore.
I’ve also resolved that when I turn 75,I going to below my entire social security check on a pack of cigarettes.
[This message was edited by jl on Aug. 15, 2001 at 10:44 AM.]
I have yet to figure this one out.
I loose some weight(quite by accident) My bras no longer fit well. 
I gain weight(just a matter of finding where I “lost” it, in the ice cream case silly) My breeches don’t fit well. 
After a few of these cycles I begin to look like one of those roly-poly dolls. 
A friend of mine suggested maybe we stand on our heads in a corner for a few hours a day. Then gravity would put them back where we wanted them. 
“The older I get, the better I used to be.”
Oh Heidi I keep getting near and then
not jumping.Or jumping for 7 hrs and
then buying a pack.The intelligent
part of me wants to quit and the bad
part of me says it will be HARD 
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