Update:
I bit the bullet yesterday; picked up Allen Carr's book after the Pen-Flyer game and read it off and on till the end of the Canucks-Kings game, and boy I was hooked. What he said made so much sense, the cravings are'nt actually cravings they're the smoking disease dying, its starving to death. I finished the book, went outside and lit up a smoke and asper his instructions I carefully breathed in each drag and felt it going down my throat to my lungs and for the first time in a long time the process of smoking was not as pleasurable, don't take me wrong I was still smoking but it had less of an appeal. This was 11pm last night.
11-hours later, a workday. I have had cravings, but instead of bowing to them, I am accepting them as the nicotine monster dying of starvation. I have a bit of a head-ache and drowsy feeling, but I'm sure it will pass.
I'll try to update every so often on the Allan Carr experience.
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