"I'm close on seventy years old. In all that time the only health problems I've ever had were associated with sporadic attempts to abandon the dreaded death sticks. Mostly I realised for myself that I'd done it long enough and did the sensible thing. On the last occasion, at the anguished pleading of my then teenage daughter, I lasted five years. By the end of those five years I'd developed virulent psoriasis from stress, was three stone overweight, at severe risk of developing the type 2 diabetes inherent in my family and on such strong prescription anti-depressants that they themselves were sending me insane."
"Eventually the daughter who'd begged me to give it up begged me to take it up again. I did, thirteen years ago. 20-a-day later I'd ditched the anti-depressants, the psoriasis cleared up and I needed no more NHS treatment. I rapidly returned to a healthy weight with no prospect of diabetes and I've never had a day's ill-health since."
"That doesn't bother me, it's my choice, but what DOES make me laugh is if I drop dead tomorrow they'll say it's an early 'smoking-related' death and entirely ignore it was probably down to malnourishment due to smoking policy!"
(* Any immature children reading this blog can do the conversion to metric measurements themselves.)