This is a bit early, perhaps, for me to post here, as I have been smoke-free for all of two days. However, to me, this is a triumph. Almost 25 years of smoking, with gradually-increasing nervousness as I reached the end of each pack (am I going to run out? OMG, I need to get more tobacco!)... and yet for two days now, I've ignored the full pack that I was carrying around with me in lieu of vaping.
I suppose that only time will tell if this continues, but I want it to continue. I hadn't intended to quit smoking when I started vaping, only to reduce the stench of cigarette smoke that clung to me and to anyone else who was riding with me in a car. But I discovered, rapidly, that I didn't need the analogs as much.
The last cig was automatic. I was on the phone with a friend, I lit up... and then sort of stared at my hand and tried to figure out why it tasted so terrible. Then it dawned on me that I'd used a lighter for that one, rather than pushing a button. Haven't lit up since then, and there's part of me that keeps informing me that something's wrong, that I'm forgetting something... and the rest of me is celebrating the fact that I'm nowhere near as congested as I was, and that I can smell things better already. And I started washing every single item of clothing that I own to try to eradicate the smoker-smell (which, as I'd never smoked in the house, may be easier to do than I'd anticipated.)
I suppose there's a part of me that's going to flail for a while, but I can deal with a little internal flailing. After 25 years, I didn't light up for two days in a row. So to me, this is a triumph and a great start.