I had been smoking for more then 10 years, and suddenly they just tasted disgusting. I knew that if I didn't like them anymore, it must be time to quit.
I broke the last few smokes in my pack that day and then threw them away. I was happy to see them go out with the trash, even though I felt the pang in my stomach and the need to smoke one. I had hoped that my will power could take over and help me get thought the next few days, as I could tell they weren't going to be easy.