I quit smoking at the age of 32 on June 22, 1980 and my wife quit a week or two later. We quit cold turkey, no support groups or patches, no nothing. Up until that I'd been a two pack a day smoker, started in high school, and she wasn't far behind me.
I had tried to quit several times before, I was concerned about the long term health effects, and that day I finished my last Marlboro and said "I don't need this anymore." That was the end and I haven't smoked since....I haven't even been tempted. One time one of the guys in the shop dared me so I said, light a cigarette and give it to me. He did, and I held it until it burned down and died. He was surprised. I didn't think will power entered into it because I was done with the whole thing. I'd worn it out. Maybe I'd decided I didn't want to be James Dean anymore....it is hard to describe the feeling of being finished with something, like maybe dumping a toxic lover for the last time.
Here's one thing that helped get me in the right frame of mind. I had been to see my doctor a few months earlier and asked him if I should have a chest xray. He says "You're like a lot of smokers, you're feeling guilty, but don't worry about it because if I could see anything in the xray there's only one chance in four I could do anything about it. So I'm not going to give you an xray. Most smokers don't get lung cancer anyway, but they
ALL get emphysema."
I thought about that off and on and I thought about a guy I knew who had emphysema pretty bad.
When we quit we started putting our cigarette money in a jar-about a dollar a day for each of us. After a month or so, we emptied it out on the kitchen table and there was a huge pile of singles. I went and bought a Ruger revolver which iIstill have.
Best of luck....smoking's a pretty retarded thing to do and I'm sorry I wasted all that time and money on it.