Hidden away in a kitchen cupboard was a pack of cigarettes.
The night I planned to have my last smoke I had almost a full pack. It seemed such a waste for them not to be smoked. I mean, cigarettes are bloody expensive these days.
Anyway, that pack has sat there for a little over two weeks.
On occasion, at weaker moments, I’ve felt it calling me.
Tonight I decided, enough. The pack is now in the bin, with exactly the same number of cigarettes in the pack as when I put them away.
What I can’t quite figure out, is why I kept them at all.
Well done, that’s an incredible amount of willpower. If I ever find any at home I don’t think I could do the same. Perhaps you kept them as in the early days of quitting I always used to think that one day I would be able to have the occasional one, although as you rightly said in your post today, that will never be the case 🙁
I suspect you are right that initially I thought they were there as a “safety net” if I really really needed a smoke. Then it started bugging me that they were there. I tried to give them away, but that didnt go quite as intended. So I thought, bugger it, in the bin they go, where they belong!
Good for you with that, I hope I can have the amount of will power when my Dad’s having a smoke in the kitchen.