If you ask somebody a question and they say no every time. Eventually you will/should  stop asking them.  The disparate parts of me keep asking, I keep asking myself, should I go have a cigarette?  The answer I want to give is no, but really that just means not right now.  It is a fierce mental game and you gotta keep your head in it.  I counted the cigs I had left till Sunday and realized that I didn’t have enough for the ease off I was trying to do.  That natural smoker panic jumped into me and it occurred to me that I am torturing myself by drawing it out.  I believe that it will get easier to say no each time I say no and harder each time I say yes.  I cannot fail at this.