I will always say, at the risk of sounding arrogant, "if I knew it was as easy as that, I would have quit years ago".
Now, of course I don't remember exactly, after 900 days, how I got through the first month; I was alone (found you guys on my 41st day), I remember crying a lot. But once I got here, I read Allan Carr's book, I absorbed every piece of information provided to me, did the recommended exercises. Some kind of switch happened in my brain, probably the permission Dale is talking about, because from that point on, no matter how many craves I had, no matter how "urgent" they seemed, they meant only one thing to me: that I was smoke free.
From time to time, when life gets hard, when I feel I am at cross roads, the thought of smoking is still entering my brain; but I am still hoping to retire and travel, and of course to become a grand ma and probably have to travel to see my kids and grand kids. The thought of flying as a smoker, alone, is enough to keep me smober
That is just perfect "Give yourself permission to quit"!! I love that phrase