That book. The one by H.G. Wells. That’s right, The Time Machine. The one where he says:
“You must follow me carefully. I shall have to controvert one or two ideas that are almost universally accepted. The geometry, for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a misconception.”
It’s the same with smoking.
Everything you’ve heard about how hard it is to stop is almost certainly untrue.
I was reading about a 22 year old man today, who had failed to stop smoking, and wondered if his second attempt would be harder than the first simply because he failed. I said no. It gets easier, “because those failures are the building blocks of your success. You just can’t see that yet”. He liked that.
Fear is the main weapon of the Nicotine Brigade. The trick to stopping is not to be scared. Sometimes, after I’ve swum thirty lengths in the pool (I could never have done that as a smoker) I ache for that Time Machine. I would get in, go back thirty years to my 22 year old self, give him a huge hug, and say:
“Don’t be scared. You can do it. It’s so much easier than you think”.