It's day three since my quit smoking date. I have smoked for 33 years, a pack a day and I'm fighting a war in my mind. Have not given in to the strong urge to smoke a cigarette. Although I want to. Smoking has always been my coping crutch. My friend when I was not able to handle things mentally and emotionally in my everyday life. I'm taking one day at a time, and hoping to win this battle in my mind.