Well, I blew it! I panicked big time! Lots of crying! I did not know if I should come on and say. I would not want to discourage anyone!!! I did not prepare well. I guess I thought my mind was made up and I would just wing my way through it with will power. I have no will power. I decided to blog because everyone here is brutally honest and I thought I should be too. I feel sad and lost and I don't know what to do next. Has anyone (I am sure there must be) here ever quit who deal with pain, physical pain, every day? I had gathered up all my sickorettes from their hiding places from a previous attempt and left them out for my husband to take. I woke up and was hurting and went two hours and I don't know who came up with this three minute deal because it was not that way for me. I guess I just woke up with a bad attitude. After two hours I scrounged all over the house and found a pack I had hidden under the George Foreman grill in a drawer under the microwave (from the last time I tried to quit) and I blew it. When hubby came home I made him give me my smokes. He tried to tell me he threw them away but I knew he would not do that. I bawled and he gave me them to me. They aren't even menthol which I like. They are non-menthol. (another stupid trick I thought would help me to quit.) There are only a few packs. I told him not to buy me any more. Where do I go from here? Sorry guys!!!