What in your life have you quit, and how hard was it?
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Gave up smoking when I met my partner as she didn't smoke and didn't fancy being with a smoker.
Quite easy really though I was never a heavy smoker, maybe 20-30 a week, more if there was pubs involved back in the days when you could still smoke in them. Kind of went hand in hand with the recreational drug use as well, the Christmas about a month after we'd met I'd decided to stay down at my parents for the week to catch up with my brother and old friends. Had a night out and did quite a bit of coke whilst pretty drunk, had a major whitey, and felt absolutely foul the next day. My mood was further worsened by my brother being a proper grumpy so and so arguing with my parents and me, then it hit me as to what the hell was I doing here, few hours later I was on the M25 going to my then girlfriend's house for the rest of the holiday. Never looked back.
Got kids now so given up sex too
Quite easy really though I was never a heavy smoker, maybe 20-30 a week, more if there was pubs involved back in the days when you could still smoke in them. Kind of went hand in hand with the recreational drug use as well, the Christmas about a month after we'd met I'd decided to stay down at my parents for the week to catch up with my brother and old friends. Had a night out and did quite a bit of coke whilst pretty drunk, had a major whitey, and felt absolutely foul the next day. My mood was further worsened by my brother being a proper grumpy so and so arguing with my parents and me, then it hit me as to what the hell was I doing here, few hours later I was on the M25 going to my then girlfriend's house for the rest of the holiday. Never looked back.
Got kids now so given up sex too
Cigarettes - easy enough with patches etc. Was already fat so no noticeable difference to my girth.
Marriage - tricky then very easy and agreeable.
Playing video games - just kind of fell out of love with them.
TV - when said marriage ended I immediately stopped watching TV. Occasionally fire up the iPlayer.
Don’t miss any of the above.
Marriage - tricky then very easy and agreeable.
Playing video games - just kind of fell out of love with them.
TV - when said marriage ended I immediately stopped watching TV. Occasionally fire up the iPlayer.
Don’t miss any of the above.
stumpage said:
Question for those that have given up smoking. Do you think that the smoking ban in pubs etc. made it easier for you to give up?
Never been a smoker myself, but just wondering if it made a difference as all of you that have posted here seem to have given up after the ban came in.
Yes because a pint and a fag went hand in hand, so I could have a pint without the temptation of a smoke.Never been a smoker myself, but just wondering if it made a difference as all of you that have posted here seem to have given up after the ban came in.
Again like others quit smoking after 30 years.
My advice to any smokers is give up now as you will wonder why you didn't sooner.
I gave up smoking around when a pack of cigars went above a price point which I'd previously decided was my upper limit, never felt inclined to smoke again. More recently I've given up alcohol as it buggers up my medication. I miss that more but I'd rather live longer without it than kark it sometime soon.
Riley Blue said:
More recently I've given up alcohol as it buggers up my medication. I miss that more but I'd rather live longer without it than kark it sometime soon.
If you give up booze, fags, sex, motorbikes and unhealthy food, you may well live longer. But if you don't, at least it'll seem longer. 
gus607 said:
Like many others, smoking. Absolutely love it being smoke free after nearly 50 years of addiction.
Quit was simple, mind you an ambulance ride with blues & two's with a heart attack is a great incentive to quit. Never go back to it, I just thought to myself that's it no more fags. Easy.
Me to a year ago next weekend gave up in the back of the ambulance on the way to hospital not missed smoking one tiny bit, And now I can smell and taste things again good days.Quit was simple, mind you an ambulance ride with blues & two's with a heart attack is a great incentive to quit. Never go back to it, I just thought to myself that's it no more fags. Easy.
I'll never forget the day I quit karting with my two boys.
The eldest was in his fourth year, having moved on the Juniors after two years in Cadets racing with the likes of Jenson Button, Dan Wheldon and Anthony Davidson. My younger boy was in his first year of Cadets, and on the rare occasions he stayed on the road was promisingly fast.
But two is a surprisingly big number when you have to multiply all the costs by it. I didn't want to go down the road of sponsorship, as it would have made it all too serious and I just really was looking for something to do with them at the weekends that would stretch them a little.
After three years of going forwards in terms of results, and achieving good 'front of midfield' finishes at Hoddesdon (looking back at the programs we were about the first home that didn't move on to professional motorsport - though we didn't know that at the time) we started going backwards. The final day was at Rye House, and I had a good look at the grid. There were novices starting behind us with new fancy reed valve engines that I simply couldn't afford. I talked to my lad about it, and his very words were: "I'm all over them at the corners, but they just drive round me on the straights."
Here's a picture of him at the last meeting.
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I had a word with dear Bruno Ferrari (of Allkart) about how I was feeling. I said I realised we didn't spend the time or the money that some others did, and all respect to them. I couldn't expect to win all the time, but I'd just like to think that when I put the boys on the grid ...
He finished the sentence for me: ... you'd just like to think there was a chance. That summed it up.
We drove home and on the way I made my mind up. I called the two of them into the front room and we sat down. I told them we had done all we could within our means, and I didn't intend spending more money on it than I could afford if we had no chance of progressing. We all cried our eyes out.
The biggest laugh in the end was that we sold the Cadet kart to Lewis Hamilton's dad.
The eldest was in his fourth year, having moved on the Juniors after two years in Cadets racing with the likes of Jenson Button, Dan Wheldon and Anthony Davidson. My younger boy was in his first year of Cadets, and on the rare occasions he stayed on the road was promisingly fast.
But two is a surprisingly big number when you have to multiply all the costs by it. I didn't want to go down the road of sponsorship, as it would have made it all too serious and I just really was looking for something to do with them at the weekends that would stretch them a little.
After three years of going forwards in terms of results, and achieving good 'front of midfield' finishes at Hoddesdon (looking back at the programs we were about the first home that didn't move on to professional motorsport - though we didn't know that at the time) we started going backwards. The final day was at Rye House, and I had a good look at the grid. There were novices starting behind us with new fancy reed valve engines that I simply couldn't afford. I talked to my lad about it, and his very words were: "I'm all over them at the corners, but they just drive round me on the straights."
Here's a picture of him at the last meeting.
I had a word with dear Bruno Ferrari (of Allkart) about how I was feeling. I said I realised we didn't spend the time or the money that some others did, and all respect to them. I couldn't expect to win all the time, but I'd just like to think that when I put the boys on the grid ...
He finished the sentence for me: ... you'd just like to think there was a chance. That summed it up.
We drove home and on the way I made my mind up. I called the two of them into the front room and we sat down. I told them we had done all we could within our means, and I didn't intend spending more money on it than I could afford if we had no chance of progressing. We all cried our eyes out.
The biggest laugh in the end was that we sold the Cadet kart to Lewis Hamilton's dad.
Roofless Toothless said:
I'll never forget the day I quit karting with my two boys.
The eldest was in his fourth year, having moved on the Juniors after two years in Cadets racing with the likes of Jenson Button, Dan Wheldon and Anthony Davidson. My younger boy was in his first year of Cadets, and on the rare occasions he stayed on the road was promisingly fast.
But two is a surprisingly big number when you have to multiply all the costs by it. I didn't want to go down the road of sponsorship, as it would have made it all too serious and I just really was looking for something to do with them at the weekends that would stretch them a little.
After three years of going forwards in terms of results, and achieving good 'front of midfield' finishes at Hoddesdon (looking back at the programs we were about the first home that didn't move on to professional motorsport - though we didn't know that at the time) we started going backwards. The final day was at Rye House, and I had a good look at the grid. There were novices starting behind us with new fancy reed valve engines that I simply couldn't afford. I talked to my lad about it, and his very words were: "I'm all over them at the corners, but they just drive round me on the straights."
Here's a picture of him at the last meeting.
I had a word with dear Bruno Ferrari (of Allkart) about how I was feeling. I said I realised we didn't spend the time or the money that some others did, and all respect to them. I couldn't expect to win all the time, but I'd just like to think that when I put the boys on the grid ...
He finished the sentence for me: ... you'd just like to think there was a chance. That summed it up.
We drove home and on the way I made my mind up. I called the two of them into the front room and we sat down. I told them we had done all we could within our means, and I didn't intend spending more money on it than I could afford if we had no chance of progressing. We all cried our eyes out.
The biggest laugh in the end was that we sold the Cadet kart to Lewis Hamilton's dad.
That is quite the tale! Fair play for your efforts can appreciate how hard it must have beenThe eldest was in his fourth year, having moved on the Juniors after two years in Cadets racing with the likes of Jenson Button, Dan Wheldon and Anthony Davidson. My younger boy was in his first year of Cadets, and on the rare occasions he stayed on the road was promisingly fast.
But two is a surprisingly big number when you have to multiply all the costs by it. I didn't want to go down the road of sponsorship, as it would have made it all too serious and I just really was looking for something to do with them at the weekends that would stretch them a little.
After three years of going forwards in terms of results, and achieving good 'front of midfield' finishes at Hoddesdon (looking back at the programs we were about the first home that didn't move on to professional motorsport - though we didn't know that at the time) we started going backwards. The final day was at Rye House, and I had a good look at the grid. There were novices starting behind us with new fancy reed valve engines that I simply couldn't afford. I talked to my lad about it, and his very words were: "I'm all over them at the corners, but they just drive round me on the straights."
Here's a picture of him at the last meeting.
I had a word with dear Bruno Ferrari (of Allkart) about how I was feeling. I said I realised we didn't spend the time or the money that some others did, and all respect to them. I couldn't expect to win all the time, but I'd just like to think that when I put the boys on the grid ...
He finished the sentence for me: ... you'd just like to think there was a chance. That summed it up.
We drove home and on the way I made my mind up. I called the two of them into the front room and we sat down. I told them we had done all we could within our means, and I didn't intend spending more money on it than I could afford if we had no chance of progressing. We all cried our eyes out.
The biggest laugh in the end was that we sold the Cadet kart to Lewis Hamilton's dad.
Having followed Chelsea home and away thru the 70s, 80s and early 90s, I gave up in 1998 when my youngest was born and my oldest was 2. I went to the WC in France, came home and just said I was done with going to football. Genuinely wanted to spend both of the weekend days with my sons.
Anyway, what was I going to miss. We'd won the FA Cup in 1997, and there was no way we'd ever win anything better than that. We'd reached our zenith, and I'd seen it.
(Now my boys are 21 & 19, we go quite often now, but together.)
Anyway, what was I going to miss. We'd won the FA Cup in 1997, and there was no way we'd ever win anything better than that. We'd reached our zenith, and I'd seen it.
(Now my boys are 21 & 19, we go quite often now, but together.)
Roofless Toothless said:
I'll never forget the day I quit karting with my two boys.
The eldest was in his fourth year, having moved on the Juniors after two years in Cadets racing with the likes of Jenson Button, Dan Wheldon and Anthony Davidson. My younger boy was in his first year of Cadets, and on the rare occasions he stayed on the road was promisingly fast.
But two is a surprisingly big number when you have to multiply all the costs by it. I didn't want to go down the road of sponsorship, as it would have made it all too serious and I just really was looking for something to do with them at the weekends that would stretch them a little.
After three years of going forwards in terms of results, and achieving good 'front of midfield' finishes at Hoddesdon (looking back at the programs we were about the first home that didn't move on to professional motorsport - though we didn't know that at the time) we started going backwards. The final day was at Rye House, and I had a good look at the grid. There were novices starting behind us with new fancy reed valve engines that I simply couldn't afford. I talked to my lad about it, and his very words were: "I'm all over them at the corners, but they just drive round me on the straights."
Here's a picture of him at the last meeting.
I had a word with dear Bruno Ferrari (of Allkart) about how I was feeling. I said I realised we didn't spend the time or the money that some others did, and all respect to them. I couldn't expect to win all the time, but I'd just like to think that when I put the boys on the grid ...
He finished the sentence for me: ... you'd just like to think there was a chance. That summed it up.
We drove home and on the way I made my mind up. I called the two of them into the front room and we sat down. I told them we had done all we could within our means, and I didn't intend spending more money on it than I could afford if we had no chance of progressing. We all cried our eyes out.
The biggest laugh in the end was that we sold the Cadet kart to Lewis Hamilton's dad.
Must be pretty crushing but at least your boys will grow up knowing that you did all you could and that you gave them a chance to do it. It's a hell of a lot more than a lot of people do for their kids.The eldest was in his fourth year, having moved on the Juniors after two years in Cadets racing with the likes of Jenson Button, Dan Wheldon and Anthony Davidson. My younger boy was in his first year of Cadets, and on the rare occasions he stayed on the road was promisingly fast.
But two is a surprisingly big number when you have to multiply all the costs by it. I didn't want to go down the road of sponsorship, as it would have made it all too serious and I just really was looking for something to do with them at the weekends that would stretch them a little.
After three years of going forwards in terms of results, and achieving good 'front of midfield' finishes at Hoddesdon (looking back at the programs we were about the first home that didn't move on to professional motorsport - though we didn't know that at the time) we started going backwards. The final day was at Rye House, and I had a good look at the grid. There were novices starting behind us with new fancy reed valve engines that I simply couldn't afford. I talked to my lad about it, and his very words were: "I'm all over them at the corners, but they just drive round me on the straights."
Here's a picture of him at the last meeting.
I had a word with dear Bruno Ferrari (of Allkart) about how I was feeling. I said I realised we didn't spend the time or the money that some others did, and all respect to them. I couldn't expect to win all the time, but I'd just like to think that when I put the boys on the grid ...
He finished the sentence for me: ... you'd just like to think there was a chance. That summed it up.
We drove home and on the way I made my mind up. I called the two of them into the front room and we sat down. I told them we had done all we could within our means, and I didn't intend spending more money on it than I could afford if we had no chance of progressing. We all cried our eyes out.
The biggest laugh in the end was that we sold the Cadet kart to Lewis Hamilton's dad.
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