Quitting was what led me back to leatherworking. I made my mind up that I was going to quit on my 46th birthday, since my Dad was 46 when he died from lung cancer. I started plotting and planning about a year before, and was trying to figure out what to do with my hands, when my Mom brought over a box of stuff from my old bedroom. Inside was the tools I used when I was 14-16, the famous basic seven. The lightbulb went off above the head, and after googling Tandy, the new addiction was born. It's still not easy sometimes, but I just tell myself that's something I used to do. I made a concious effort to put away the money I used to spend on the 2 packs a day I smoked, and it has gotten me a new lawn mower, dishwasher, and this weekend I pick up my new bass boat!! I have to say the benefits of quitting far outweigh any cravings I still have. My wife is still a little sore at me, I didn't tell her until the last minute, and she felt she had to quit with me. She's much happier not smoking but every now and then I get a growl...lol It is very doable, Joanna, just adopt the mantra "that's something I USED to do" take deep breaths(very deep sometimes) and keep truckin'! It's been almost 3 years for the bride and I, and it's still getting better.