One night, I coughed myself awake and naturally went out to the kitchen for a smoke. I discovered the carton was empty, so I went out to the car to get my “hide-away” pack, but I hadn't had a chance to hide one in the new car.
Back inside, I found the shirt I'd been wearing and two Winstons were in the shirt pocket package. I decided to smoke one right then and to smoke the very last one in the morning (and went back to bed.) This was the self-hypnosis I mentioned.
I smoked the last one the next morning, crumpled up the pack and threw it in the trash. I didn't tell anyone about my decision, having been unmercifully pimped about taking up the habit after previous announcements fell through.
The worst of it was over in about three weeks. (everything tasted good.)
About three months later, some friends noticed I wasn't lighting up and instead of jeers, I got cheers for quietly chucking tobacco.
The same happened to me. My coworkers noticed my cig pack missing from my desk and asked what happened - if I had quit or run out. I told the I had quit several months before they even noticed.