I smoked...for a little over 10 years, and was up to about a pack, pack and a half a day when I quit.
In the end what moved me to was, I was at a good friend's very very dear uncle's funeral (who died from diabetes, not from anything smoking related or didactic like that,) and knew she used to smoke but noticed there she wasn't. I asked her about it, and she said she quit because her uncle never liked that she smoked and when he went into the hospital that it just seemed disrespectful all of a sudden. And I looked at my own grandfather at the wake and kinda understood. So a few months later when my dog died...I have a thing I do that whenever someone meaningful to me dies I commit to making one lasting lifestyle change in their memory. It isn't always something big like smoking, for my grandmother I just got in the habit of always turning the lights off behind me, lol, but for my very beloved dog only something big would do and I had the right mentality to seriously tackle quitting.
It wasn't easy. It took one year of Wellbutrin, tons of nicotine replacement gum (chewing which in turn permanently screwed up my jaw,) stacks of nicotine lozenges when I couldn't chew the gum, and quite literally POUNDS UPON POUNDS of in-shell peanuts to keep my hands and mouth busy, but it's been permanent for about 5 years now. I'll always consider myself an ex-smoker versus a non-smoker though because I don't want to ever forget how hard it was to quit.
I actually don't have an issue with smoking being banned in public places, especially indoors. It's proven fact that second hand smoke is dangerous and its a matter of public health and safety to restrict people's exposures to it.
To me though, I draw a distinction (and a line in the sand) when disapproving of smoking becomes disapproval of a given smoker's lifestyle. I have never wanted to start smoking again more than when an aunt visited my mother (who does still smoke,) and felt the liberty to repeatedly say "that's disgusting" during the visit whenever my mother stepped into the kitchen under the stove vent for a cigarrette, and when she wasn't, to constantly drop "it smells in here". To that, my feeling is the same as it is towards people who don't like dogs (of which she was also one): the homeowner has done their best to accomodate (putting the dog away, smoking under a vent in another room,) a guest, but you also have an obligation, particularly as a vistor, to not condemn, judge, or disparage another's life choices.
So in the end my feelings towards smoking is exactly this---There is no reason it should not be curbed in public spaces, but also don't tell or demand anyone to quit unless you're appreciative and respectful of the challenge doing so would pose and are prepared to support the person through it.
