I gave up the evil weed a year or so ago, and it was difficult for the first couple of weeks or so, but I'm not that bothered about it now.
I think if you want to give up, you will, and I wanted to. I had seen my father die of lung cancer, and some of the sights I saw during those few weeks I was going into the hospice to keep him company will live with me forever.
My chances of getting lung cancer are not reduced because I gave up smoking, my chances of getting a heart attack certainly are, but if you want to stop kids taking up smoking then I have said we should get kids to work for a week in a hospice during half term and it would shock them senseless.
It takes more than a picture on a packet of fags. Seeing people die in front of your eyes, writhing in agony, pumped up on drugs but still feeling the pain is the reality of smoking all your life.
I wish I had never had a fag in my life, but I have, and I am resigned to a painful demise at some time in the future.
It's not a nice thought, but one I have have to accept.
Lung cancer will probably do me in.