On top of old smokey

Stroll with me, if you will, down memory lane all the way back to December of 1996 when I was nearly eighteen and feeling quite rebellious. You see, I'd spent years being a goody-two shoes, church-going teenager, and I was ready to break the shackles and live it up.
My parents had friends visiting from the UK, and one of them had bought a carton of cigarettes - Benson and Hedges Special Filter - and in the folly of my youth I decided that smoking would be a great way to make me appear cooler than I actually was. So I stole a packet from the carton and lit my very first smoke.
Twelve years later, I was still puffing away - in fact by that stage I was close to a pack-a-day smoker. I loved smoking, I was good at it, and it pretty much ruled my life. Smoking was my best buddy... oh the laughs we would have!
Then, a year ago today I smoked my last cigarette.
I woke up on the morning on January 18, 2009, and decided that the last cigarette in the packet would be my last cigarette full stop. And it was.
I'd finally had enough of stinking like ciggies, and feeling crap when I woke up. I didn't like the idea that smoking had such control over me, and of course I was frightened of the long-term effects on my health.
Looking back on the entry I wrote at the time of giving up it's obvious I wasn't entirely confident I'd be able to see this quitting thing through, so sitting here a year later, still smoke-free, makes me feel quite proud that I've managed to stay off the ciggies.
Don't worry, I'm not going to get on my high horse about smoking - there's not much worse than an ex-smoker suddenly getting all self-righteous and up in the grills of their friends who still smoke. Sure, I'm pleased I quit, but if you want to carry on smoking then go for it. I might even be a wee bit jealous of you.
Really, I just wanted to take a moment to stop and smell the roses (now that I can) and say "Woo! Look at me! I managed to quit smoking and it's been a whole year since my last cigarette."
Quitting is hard - and anyone who has never smoked really cannot understand what it's like to be addicted and try to break that habit. If you are thinking of quitting, I have just this one piece of advice for you. Wait until you're ready. If you quit because you feel like you should, rather than because you want to, you'll pick up another cigarette and then feel like a failure. You'll know when the time is right, and no one else can make that decision for you.
Have you ever smoked and managed to quit? If so, do you have any words of advice or encouragement for those who are considering giving up? What about those of you who don't smoke - what do you make of friends and family who do?