Everyone is different. Therefore everyone has different ways of doing different things. When I first tried to end my cigarette habit everyone was barraging me with their own tips to quit smoking. Usually they gave me advice from behind a thin cloud of smoke that emanated from the cigarette they were holding.
The most useless tip to quit smoking came from my girlfriend’s yoga instructor. She had mentioned to him that I was trying to quit and when I went to pick her up from class he couldn’t help but throw in his two cents. “Whenever you have a craving, “he said, “Take the deepest breath you can, then exhale and inhale it slowly three times. Your carving should go away.” The first time I tried this, my tar-stained lungs convulsed and sent me into a raging fit of coughing that only another cigarette could cure. Strike one!
My buddy who is an exercise nut with zero percent body fat told me that his tip to quit smoking was that I should try running in the mornings. He said I should join him the next day for a jog. I woke up and got into my version of running clothes. I waited outside for him and soon saw him bouncing down the street at me like a kangaroo on meth. We took off running down the street and again the pollution in my lungs stopped me. Five minutes into the run I was once again sent into a fit of coughs. As I abandoned my buddy I stopped by my car to have another cigarette. Strike two!
I was tired of listening to all these hare-brained schemes and ideas. I stopped listening to everyone’s tips to quit smoking and decided to figure out what would work for me and try that instead.
I determined I needed to stay away from alcohol because, for me, the two went hand in hand. I needed to be away from everyone asking me all the time, ‘how’s quitting going,’ because that just made me want to light up. After two weeks of solitude and self-control the cravings had gone and I haven’t had a cigarette to this day … a swing and it’s out of the park!