I smoked my first cigarette at 14
Thursday, December 11th, 2008This week on TwitterStars.com, I’m featuring a series of guest posts featuring stories from several of my Twitter followers on how they quit smoking. I quit smoking 3 weeks ago and thought featuring stories from other people about how they quit cigarettes would be a fun project for the blog.

Guest Blog Post by AlexisNeely
It’s hard to believe, but I used to be a smoker. Not just a casual, every now and then, smoke when out at a bar, in the closet, kind of smoker. I was a full on, pack and a half a day, smoke in the house, overflowing ashtrays, and yellow walls kind of smoker.
During law school, my addiction was so hardcore that I couldn’t make it through a law school exam without having to take a smoke break. For real.
It’s probably not a surprise that I picked up the habit given that I grew up in Florida where smoking was a status symbol and both my parents smoked for most of my childhood. What’s more surprising is that I managed to quit when I did.
I smoked my first cigarette at 14.
The way I remember it, I woke up one day and just wanted a cigarette. I can’t explain why that day or what preceded it, but I grabbed 5 quarters out of my change pile, walked down to the corner gas station where there was a cigarette machine, dropped the quarters in, yanked on the handle and out slid my first pack.
It was heaven in a box. Suddenly I was cool, hip, mature…a smoker. And just like that, I was an addict.
It lasted through high school, college, and mid-way through law school. Finally, after ten years, I woke up. I can’t say what preceded that either. Maybe it was my dad’s bout with lung cancer. Maybe it was real maturity. Maybe it was just time to be done and move on to the next phase of my life.
All I knew is that smoking wasn’t fun or cool anymore. It was gross. And I wanted to stop. I just had to convince my live-in boyfriend—who later became my ex-husband—to stop with me. Or so I thought.
I persuaded him that it would be a great 30th birthday present for him if we both quit and in the middle of my 2nd year of law school, on January 24, 1998, I smoked my last cigarette ever.
Quitting smoking was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. It was also the most inspiring, motivating, empowering choice I’ve ever made.
Once I quit smoking, I knew I could do anything. I knew I could make it through anything. Quitting gave me a faith in myself that has carried me through the past ten years and allowed me to build two million dollar businesses while going through a divorce and raising my kids as a single mom.
If I was still a smoker, none of what I’ve done with my life would have happened. No way.
Here’s how I did it:
- I enlisted a quitting partner. The boyfriend—turned ex-husband—I mentioned earlier. That turned out not to be that important given that he is still to this day smoking. But, he did stop smoking in our shared house, which was critical.
- I made the decision that I was a non-smoker. This is important and I think one of the biggest reasons that people fail at quitting. You see, everything starts with a decision in your own mind. You decide you are a non-smoker and you will be a non-smoker. Period. So, I decided.
- I used the nicotine patch to get me through the physical addiction part. I’m not going to lie, it was intense. I can still remember the pain to this day. I was sitting at my desk trying to brief cases during law school and I could not concentrate on anything other than how badly I wanted a cigarette. Even with the patch.
- Every time I wanted a cigarette I drank a glass of ice cold—really, really ice cold—water. That tip came from my dad. Thanks dad!
- And whenever I got the urge, I said to myself, “I am a non-smoker” or “I don’t smoke.” Sure, it’d be easy to give in and have just one, but that’d be it. I’d be a smoker again. Don’t fool yourself—smoking is all or nothing.
Eventually, the cravings started to stretch farther and farther apart. A few weeks after I quit smoking, I had to have my wisdom teeth pulled in an emergency type situation and I used that as an opportunity to wean off the patch figuring there was no way I could smoke with my mouth like that anyway.
Ten years later, every once in a while I get this weird urge to smoke a cigarette. It shocks me every time it happens because I’m such a non-smoker now (you know the annoying kind who can’t stand even being around smoke). And yet, every now and then I still feel the craving.
When it happens, I take a big old breath of fresh air, remind myself that I’m a non-smoker and smile in gratitude at the gift I’ve given myself, my children, and the world.
Guest post for Twitter Stars by @AlexisNeely
Alexis Martin Neely is CEO and founder of the Family Wealth Planning Institute, a company dedicated to guiding parents to financial freedom by helping them make the smartest and best legal and financial decisions for themselves and their children. Alexis is best known for sharing her legal expertise on CNBC, NBC, ABC, and Better TV.
Subscribe to Alexis’ Family Wealth Secrets online magazine for people who want more financial freedom in their life that comes not from hoarding money and clipping coupons, but from taking risks, making smart financial and legal decisions and thinking big.

If what you need is inspiration to think bigger in your own life, check out Alexis’ personal blog, The Intrepid Mompreneur, where she lets you watch as she works toward her dream of becoming an inspirational force on TV, while raising two kids as a single mom and being afraid and doing it anyway.
A copy of this guest post has also been posted to The Nicotine Asylum.


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