I quit smoking 31 years ago. My friend Tom and I flew into a remote lake in northern Maine to fish, canoe, and explore. I made the decision on a purely philosphically honest inquiry: If I am so pro-ecology, for clean air and water, pure forest air, nature at its best, why am I polluting my body? How could I be more concerned with the outside, and not my insides? I could not reason or weasel my way out of it--I was a hippocrite when it came to smoking and my insistence of preservation of nature! Two weeks in the forests of Maine and a will of iron cured me of this terrible habit--thank God. Best of luck and give it your best shot.