The only loser is one who stops short of the finish line. I haven't quit quitting yet. I find out what works, what doesn't work, and go on from there. Now, I realize that I didn't put enough reliance on my Higher Power, God. Instead, I gave the cigarette urges the power over me. They were more powerful to me than anything: more powerful than Chantix, than my readings, than the sites I visited, than my knowledge, than my hollow prayers, than my strong will gone weak! This time I dare them to fight against God. I'm stepping aside and let the crazy thoughts go screaming past me. I sometimes remember to relate cigars/cigarettes to the alcoholic drinks I already gave up with God's help 17 years ago. I'm not getting into a fight with my urges. I either ignore them or give in to them. I'll let them have their short viscious lives (five to six minutes, they say)...and concentrate on something pleasant.
