Sad indeed, FM.
I remember it like yesterday, my mom telling me as she was ironing clothes in the kitchen, "honey, once you start you're never going to quit". I never acted like a know-it-all ever, but I was adamant that my mom was wrong, and that she was just saying what she was saying to try and persuade me into not smoking.
I never went through the stage of feeling like I was cool because I smoked, I just started because I started. Us girls would get-together in the evening for coffee at our favourite haunt and sit and talk, smoke, and sip our coffee.
Even back in those days I never smoked much, a pack used to last me for a couple of weeks, and there were some days that went by where I never had a cigarette.
When my children were little I smoked on average 5-6 cigarettes a day, but for years now got the habit down to a couple a day. I think because I was smoking so little, I felt I could whip the habit without even trying, but the urge wouldn't subside. I found it to be bad at the start when I first quit in early March, however, as days turned to weeks, I was inspired to try harder and fight the urge stronger... come on Marg, I'd say to myself, a few more weeks and you'll have made it for so long, and by then you'll have it beat.
I can't tell you how many times a day I see my mom standing in front of her ironing board, ironing away, a cigarette going off to the side in an ashtray, and think about those words she spoke to me. "Honey, once you start you're never going to quit".
Feeling as defeated as I am right now, I have convinced myself that she was right.
Kudos to yourself for having the strength to beat it. I envy all who have successfully been able to enjoy that path.