My biggest problem was finding something new to reward myself with. I had always used a cigarette as a break in a chore, as a tool to while away a wait, to settle my nerves, to give me a moment to think before responding in a tense conversation, as an aid when in strange company, to stave off hunger... Without a cigarette, my hand was empty, my lips unemployed, and my spirit unsettled.

Does anyone have a suggestion that worked for you? You can only stay in a shower so long...

A year or so after I had quit, someone brought me a pack of pseudo cigarettes, made of citrus peel and sawdust, I think. I leaped on them but mostly to hold one in my hand. The taste was not to write home about.

Ebbie