The third day of my quit I was in my friends patio and his brother (the one I was to influence to quit by quitting myself ) walked into the space smoking.
He knew I had quit two days before and he didn't do it to unnerve or upset me. The workshop adjoined the patio and that's where he took his smoke breaks.
I didn't run away.
It made me think. It made me realize not smoking was my choice and I laughed at the simplicity of that.
From that point on, every time I thought of smoking, I laughed. I laughed because I caught the thought before it could take hold.
In a weeks time I began automatically thinking of laughing. I had turned the urge or thoughts of smoking into a game, not a struggle.
Got You! Caught You!