Took 70 days in the hospital and a constant morphine drip to get me to quit! Sure glad I did though, I didn't remember how good food could taste or how really nasty I smelled to my wife and kid..
I can breath, my lungs are clear, my heart is strong, I've got a fat ass and limp a bit...Life is Good! 
You quit smoking, now to quit morphine!!!

I can't measure all of my scars. After my bypass (4 of 'em!) my Doctor told me I was the Franken-patient, as they couldn't use some of the veins they pulled and had to go digging elsewhere. I've got scars on 3 out of 4 limbs.
Never smoked, other than the experimentation in HS, a pipe to look studly in college, Antony y Cleopatra's cut in half after the Spaghetti Westerns came out - all of which smoking episodes lasted at most 4 weeks each. I did lose my Dad and younger sister to lung cancer though.
As for the fat ass, well, I have a bike in the garage I am going to ride any day now . . . .