I quit for a year many years ago. On the 4th of July I was helping set off fireworks for a pretty cool show. Someone handed me a big cigar to use. Game over, I bought cigs the next day.
I'm 58 and when I gained 30 pounds from meds I was now overweight and a smoker. I have shortness of breath, bronchitis, wheezing...I'm a heavy smoker. With family history I'll be dead before 65. After battling mental illness for 30 years, dying young is almost a relief. I hate to be so grim about it but it is the way I feel.