I wanted to quit smoking.  I tried many times with patches and pills, but they did not work for me.  Until one day, I saw a person breathing through an oxygen tank walking past me downtown.  That told me that I needed to quit.  She pointed at my cigarette, letting me know that smoking was the cause of her having to use the oxygen tank.  I didn't need a patch or pill after that to quit.  I had made my decision.  I knew that I would be in a bad mood, so I decided to lock myself in the house for three days.  I told my friends: no visits, no phone calls.  I went to the store and got my favorite foods, some magazines, and some hand weights.  I said goodbye to my last cigarette.  I sat down and looked at it, and said "after this one, it is over."  I enjoyed that cigarette until it burnt out.  It was like the devil on one shoulder and angel on the other, telling me to smoke or not smoke.  I ran around, ate a lot, and read the magazines.  But I missed the after-meal cigarette, especially that first meal.  And while using the toilet, I missed the cigarette.  I worked with the hand weights to occupy me.  I could not sleep, either.  So I exercised until I was very tired and passed out.  When I woke up, my body felt lighter, I felt good and could breathe deeper.  So that day, I did like the day before.  Three days later, I was getting used to it.  I started to accept that I was going to make it through.  After that, I went outside avoiding people who smoked or drank, and trying to remain even-tempered.  And I gained some weight.  However, I came out of my mother's womb a non-smoker.  You did, too.  If you really want to quit, you can do it!!