“It’s not like I’m using,” Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. “It’s like my body’s developed this massive drug deficiency.”
-“Neuromancer”, William Gibson
Yesterday marked my third month of living without tobacco. I had been a heavy user until January 4. Some people say this is a good thing, and that I’ll live longer. Some say it’s a sign of character that one can forego the simple pleasures in lieu of the bigger payoff.
Be that as it may, I do not believe myself to be particularly strong of character. Like dear old Oscar Wilde, I can resist everything except temptation. However, these desires will balance each other out, and if you want to live longer, you’ll change your habits accordingly.
The simple fact of the matter is this: if you WANT to do something, nothing will stop you. I had used tobacco on and off since I was eighteen, but I hadn’t become a heavy user until I was twenty-eight. That was ten years ago. I never saw a reason to stop using until I started wondering how long I could last without it.
Make it a challenge. Keep your poison close. Bring it out to look at it or smell it from time to time. Tell yourself you could have some if you’d like. Then tell yourself no at the last moment.
That’s how you kick the habit.
By being stronger than your desires.