Hi all. I'm wastepanel.
I've been here before. In fact, I quit for 2 years with the help of the old site. My HOF speech can be seen here:
My HOF speech from the old site
Re-reading makes me cry. I'm not sure why I let myself fall back into the habit. All it took was a drunken afternoon and a thought of "I can't get addicted from just one". I suck, but I'm back.
Anyways, I hope all of our quits go well and we can be strong together.
There is no hope here...only quit.....how is this time going to be different? You get your head on straight and you will get more support here then you'll know what to do with.
Anyways, I hope all of our quits go well and we can be strong together.
And it's not a habit. It's a fucking addiction. Keep it up with your hope and habit and your stupid ass is destined to be posting yet another Day 1. Get your Shit together. Apparently a lot Of people spent a lot of time with you in chat. Don't waste it by continuing to dance around your issues.I feel so welcome on this forum.
No hostility...simply pointing out the problems with your approach.Quote from: lootAnd it's not a habit. It's a fucking addiction. Keep it up with your hope and habit and your stupid ass is destined to be posting yet another Day 1. Get your Shit together. Apparently a lot Of people spent a lot of time with you in chat. Don't waste it by continuing to dance around your issues.I feel so welcome on this forum.
Why is everybody so hostile? Apparantly, nobody else on chat had quit for a long time and reverted back. The chatters all had taken anti-depressants at the onset of he quit, and there wasn't one person on there that had issues far into a quit. I was asking if/when those started the drugs started said drugs far into a quit. I was asked to toss my shit and I did.
Now I am few hours into this. My jaw is tingly, and I'm not going to take this hostile shit anymore.
Sorry to bother some of you.
Remember we all make mistakes man it is what you do with them from here that defines who you are! Kick that shit for good!Truer words have never been spoken. Very well said Tejas.
Wow WP, a few well pointed posts are going to hurt your feelings? You're gonna be in big trouble when the nic demons start whispering sweet nothings in your ear.Quote from: wastepanelNo hostility...simply pointing out the problems with your approach.Quote from: lootAnd it's not a habit. It's a fucking addiction. Keep it up with your hope and habit and your stupid ass is destined to be posting yet another Day 1. Get your Shit together. Apparently a lot Of people spent a lot of time with you in chat. Don't waste it by continuing to dance around your issues.I feel so welcome on this forum.
Why is everybody so hostile? Apparantly, nobody else on chat had quit for a long time and reverted back. The chatters all had taken anti-depressants at the onset of he quit, and there wasn't one person on there that had issues far into a quit. I was asking if/when those started the drugs started said drugs far into a quit. I was asked to toss my shit and I did.
Now I am few hours into this. My jaw is tingly, and I'm not going to take this hostile shit anymore.
Sorry to bother some of you.
We all have issues, we all have times we say what if, we all have points and times that we have to decide rather to stay nic free or not.Quote from: lootWow WP, a few well pointed posts are going to hurt your feelings? You're gonna be in big trouble when the nic demons start whispering sweet nothings in your ear.Quote from: wastepanelNo hostility...simply pointing out the problems with your approach.Quote from: lootAnd it's not a habit. It's a fucking addiction. Keep it up with your hope and habit and your stupid ass is destined to be posting yet another Day 1. Get your Shit together. Apparently a lot Of people spent a lot of time with you in chat. Don't waste it by continuing to dance around your issues.I feel so welcome on this forum.
Why is everybody so hostile? Apparantly, nobody else on chat had quit for a long time and reverted back. The chatters all had taken anti-depressants at the onset of he quit, and there wasn't one person on there that had issues far into a quit. I was asking if/when those started the drugs started said drugs far into a quit. I was asked to toss my shit and I did.
Now I am few hours into this. My jaw is tingly, and I'm not going to take this hostile shit anymore.
Sorry to bother some of you.
Read the last line in my signature and toughen up buttercup.
Awwww, did your wittle bitty feelings get hurt? How about this, quit being a pussy and actually own up to your cave and admit you are an addict? Expect to take some shit for caving and get to quittin'. If you are that sensitive, take your ball and head back to QS lite where you quit the first time. Otherwise, STFU with the whining about people being mean and head over to October and post a day 1 if you haven't already.Quote from: lootAnd it's not a habit. It's a fucking addiction. Keep it up with your hope and habit and your stupid ass is destined to be posting yet another Day 1. Get your Shit together. Apparently a lot Of people spent a lot of time with you in chat. Don't waste it by continuing to dance around your issues.I feel so welcome on this forum.
Why is everybody so hostile? Apparantly, nobody else on chat had quit for a long time and reverted back. The chatters all had taken anti-depressants at the onset of he quit, and there wasn't one person on there that had issues far into a quit. I was asking if/when those started the drugs started said drugs far into a quit. I was asked to toss my shit and I did.
Now I am few hours into this. My jaw is tingly, and I'm not going to take this hostile shit anymore.
Sorry to bother some of you.
Fuck you and Fuck Ohio!jaygib, truer words have never been spoken. I think I'm in love in a no-homo kind of way.
Hi all. I'm wastepanel.I just sent you a PM
I've been here before. In fact, I quit for 2 years with the help of the old site. My HOF speech can be seen here:
My HOF speech from the old site (http://forum.qssn.org/index.php?showtopic=304)
Re-reading makes me cry. I'm not sure why I let myself fall back into the habit. All it took was a drunken afternoon and a thought of "I can't get addicted from just one". I suck, but I'm back.
Anyways, I hope all of our quits go well and we can be strong together.
Id say something about texas but its too damn difficult to bust out the translator on the phone. Get my drift compadre? Ci?Quote from: jaygibFuck you and Fuck Ohio!jaygib, truer words have never been spoken. I think I'm in love in a no-homo kind of way.
It's just since I've been on this site that I'm warming up to anything Ohio because of many quitters here (from there). My first boss was a transplant from Ohio and she was a cross between Nurse Ratchet (http://content9.flixster.com/poll/18/32/183255_std.jpg) and Coach Balbricker (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voxcTrb7dAA/TQ6lCYnlQnI/AAAAAAAABBc/v3Zj7rsVjYY/s400/balbricker.jpg) so please understand my inital distain for all that is Ohio. I believe I'm current on my tetanus :blink: shot so I could probably visit the rust belt if needed.
Ohio, whatever (http://joebrower.com/PHILE_PILE/PIX/EVIL_PEOPLE/Traficant_bird_brain.jpg).Quote from: rebeldogId say something about texas but its too damn difficult to bust out the translator on the phone. Get my drift compadre? Ci?Quote from: jaygibFuck you and Fuck Ohio!jaygib, truer words have never been spoken. I think I'm in love in a no-homo kind of way.
It's just since I've been on this site that I'm warming up to anything Ohio because of many quitters here (from there). My first boss was a transplant from Ohio and she was a cross between Nurse Ratchet (http://content9.flixster.com/poll/18/32/183255_std.jpg) and Coach Balbricker (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_voxcTrb7dAA/TQ6lCYnlQnI/AAAAAAAABBc/v3Zj7rsVjYY/s400/balbricker.jpg) so please understand my inital distain for all that is Ohio. I believe I'm current on my tetanus :blink: shot so I could probably visit the rust belt if needed.
Go Bucks!
I am 22 days into my quit.My funks were depression. I run quit a bit and it helps me stay cheerful. I also make a point to list things I am thankful for.
I know that I held onto depression as a crutch prior to quitting. However, it still bugs me that I was never able to get a true answer on this subject.
My last stoppage was from September 2006-October 2009. I battled depression throughout the quit. I had never dealt with it before. It was the worst in January in January 2007.
Is this normal?
I know many people here have used some sort of anti-depressant at the beginning of a quit. Has anybody experienced depression far into a quit, and had it linked to the quit? Anybody go on anti-depressants post quit (post hof) even if it was unrelated?
I ran too.Quote from: wastepanelI am 22 days into my quit.My funks were depression. I run quit a bit and it helps me stay cheerful. I also make a point to list things I am thankful for.
I know that I held onto depression as a crutch prior to quitting. However, it still bugs me that I was never able to get a true answer on this subject.
My last stoppage was from September 2006-October 2009. I battled depression throughout the quit. I had never dealt with it before. It was the worst in January in January 2007.
Is this normal?
I know many people here have used some sort of anti-depressant at the beginning of a quit. Has anybody experienced depression far into a quit, and had it linked to the quit? Anybody go on anti-depressants post quit (post hof) even if it was unrelated?
I have never taken any medication. Me thinks depression and long term quitting are unrelated. Just an opinion.
It's a struggle some days. It's wonderful others. Thanks for all the support here.That about sums it up. I had additional funks. I remember one in the 70s and one around 120. None since. The good new is they do become infrequent as time passes. I am so glad I am quit. I never forget that. Fuck nic. Once you get used to not having you realize how bogus it really is.
It's been a major rough patch for October. The 40 day guys have hit the funk, and I feel like the 20 somethings have been left to deal with their 20 funk.You're not alone WP. Today is day 50 for me and I've put on 10 pounds in that time. Last week I met with our "Health Promotions" people to see about getting on a weight loss program. I told her about KTC and my quit, and about how I've replaced Copenhagen with food. She put me on a moderate program of exercise and healthy eating, and like you I do good for a couple days and then chow down a bag of Dorito's.
I remember the 20s funk as pure hatred of this site. I liked roll, but I became quite sick of the bullshit of quitting. I think it was mainly because I had been through my personal struggles and was now faced with a bunch of guys just starting a quit. I felt overwhelmed. My adreniline had worn out, and I wanted to leave the site.
I did not. And I am glad I stayed. I was quiet for a while, and just posted roll.
I'm now on 43 and there's a wierd funkage going on here. My body feels like it's back in the first week. My jaw is hurting again. I grounded myself this previous weekend so that I wouldn't find myself in a position to cave. I just wasn't strong enough to deal the opportunity if it presented itself.
It's starting to pass, and I'm forcing it out. I've decided to write down these feelings a little more as to let some others know that they aren't alone.
I'm pissed because I realize that I treat food and eating like I treat addiction: I have a problem. I ran a half marathon in mid 2008. I weighed 225 pounds. I stayed in the 230s until last year. I've ballooned up to 270 pounds. The thing that pisses me off is that I can still run. I can still do 3 miles pretty easy, and 5 if pushed. I would run more, but I am training for relay in October and I don't want to overtrain (and that's kind of a moot point. This is a step down week consisting of 3 days of 2 miles and cross training. Next week 3-4-5 milers and cross training.). I think I'm going to start P-90X with the training.
I've been counting my calories eaten, but I attack this problem like some very unsuccessful quitters we've seen: I keep the calories in reason for 3-5 days, and I blow it apart for couple. Rinse and repeat. I'd be Captain Caveman of this world.
I see that we have a bettering oneself thread, but it looks like it's a post over a course of time thread. I need a thread dedicated simply to proper eating habits. I need the accountability like this site provides to keep me motivated. I'm thinking about starting a thread here on the "Introductions" for this purpose, because I'm sure I'm not the only one.
It's a struggle some days. It's wonderful others. Thanks for all the support here.
I've heard some say this app helps:Yeah. I saw that Big D was using it and downloaded it to use.
http://www.loseit.com/ (http://www.loseit.com/)
I was just telling someone how I want to avoid being a statistic (quitters of nicotine ALWAYS gain weight). I'm 14 days quit and eat so many damn sun flower seeds that by dinner time I'm rarely hungry and feel bloated as shit. All that sodium is another problem.I watched this movie last night. (It's free on netflix instant watch if you have that). I used to be someone who was in great shape, an athlete if you will and I truly want to get back to that form. I'm not grossly overweight but on my small frame I could stand to lose 20-40 pounds. I lost weight with P90X in the past and got back in great shape but my diet was not good enough to keep me healthy. I actually ate too few calories. Anyway, this movie was fantastic if you give it a chance and sparked some ideas for me.
Fiirst off... 14 days is HUGE. Congrats on that.Quote from: AglawyerI was just telling someone how I want to avoid being a statistic (quitters of nicotine ALWAYS gain weight). I'm 14 days quit and eat so many damn sun flower seeds that by dinner time I'm rarely hungry and feel bloated as shit. All that sodium is another problem.I watched this movie last night. (It's free on netflix instant watch if you have that). I used to be someone who was in great shape, an athlete if you will and I truly want to get back to that form. I'm not grossly overweight but on my small frame I could stand to lose 20-40 pounds. I lost weight with P90X in the past and got back in great shape but my diet was not good enough to keep me healthy. I actually ate too few calories. Anyway, this movie was fantastic if you give it a chance and sparked some ideas for me.
jmiah
Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead (http://www.fatsickandnearlydead.com/)
I've been quit a bit over 500 days. I was depressed the first 400 or so. Gained 10 lbs, did not go on anti-depressants.Quote from: Scowick65I ran too.Quote from: wastepanelI am 22 days into my quit.My funks were depression. I run quit a bit and it helps me stay cheerful. I also make a point to list things I am thankful for.
I know that I held onto depression as a crutch prior to quitting. However, it still bugs me that I was never able to get a true answer on this subject.
My last stoppage was from September 2006-October 2009. I battled depression throughout the quit. I had never dealt with it before. It was the worst in January in January 2007.
Is this normal?
I know many people here have used some sort of anti-depressant at the beginning of a quit. Has anybody experienced depression far into a quit, and had it linked to the quit? Anybody go on anti-depressants post quit (post hof) even if it was unrelated?
I have never taken any medication. Me thinks depression and long term quitting are unrelated. Just an opinion.
I went from couch to running a half marathon in May 2008.
Thanks for the input!
Day 107I was through mine by 115 or so. I think its more of the "post HOF letdown" where part of your brain want to celebrate, the other part is saying its just another day; the nic bitch is trying to take advantage of the split and convince you that you are so awesome you could have "just one" now that you reached the Hall.
I'm very proud that the core of my support (Eaf, Team, Moe, and Colonal) in October have all made the hall of fame. Between those 4, I have over 550 texts in the last 107 days (and that was with Eafman's phone broken for about a month). It's sad that I have another 130 messages to guys who just couldn't handle it, but I can't quit for them.
I feel something major coming on/that I'm in. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm guessing it's a post 100 funk.
My craves are bad the last couple of days. I have had major issues sleeping, and (since Monday) my eating is touchy. I've only been out once this week to run. I had horrible heartburn last night like I used to when I chewed all day. Overall, this has been a pretty shitty week.
I know it will pass, but damn.
How long does this funk usually last?
Day 107I had one shortly after Hof and then I have had one since. Just ride the waves of good and bad. I am finding that each wave proves the bad is not quite as bad and the good keeps getting better and stronger.
I'm very proud that the core of my support (Eaf, Team, Moe, and Colonal) in October have all made the hall of fame. Between those 4, I have over 550 texts in the last 107 days (and that was with Eafman's phone broken for about a month). It's sad that I have another 130 messages to guys who just couldn't handle it, but I can't quit for them.
I feel something major coming on/that I'm in. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm guessing it's a post 100 funk.
My craves are bad the last couple of days. I have had major issues sleeping, and (since Monday) my eating is touchy. I've only been out once this week to run. I had horrible heartburn last night like I used to when I chewed all day. Overall, this has been a pretty shitty week.
I know it will pass, but damn.
How long does this funk usually last?
Day 98 rageDidn't they teach you that when you're cleaning the bathroom, the objective is not to get high off the chemicals first. But to actually clean.
Why is that after you clean the bathroom, your aim is at its worst??
Wastedtime ... It's nice to see you found your sack and posted Day 2. It's gonna suck and for your sake LOOT hopes it is brutal. Not because LOOT is a sadist...but because if it isn't, you may forget it. You forget, you die. Don't believe it? Go read the latest entry in Words of Wisdom.Here's my fog in full force:
The people in this board are not breaking you down for personal pleasure. It's because the care. They care About you, your family, and your quit. Show that respect in return and you'll be fine.
The biggest issue LOOT has with you is your reluctance to jump on the addict train. Grasp that concept. Embrace it. Understand it. OWN it. Until you do, you will never turn the corner
Never again...for any reason.
I quit on the Wednesday before July 4th. After realizing that I was not being smart in this quit, I went looking for numbers:Quote from: KilltheKodiakI think you're right. Besides, I've put on my underwear backwards for the last 2 days (only to discover it around noon).
GatorTom-180-quit with wastepanel-Dude, I think you are day 4 today. You were day 3 yesterday.
That's wastepanel day 4 (72 hours as of 1:30)
Does anybody want to exchange cell phone numbers? I'm on day 5, but this will be my first true test of the quit and I'm starting to feel the anxiety. I'll be at a party (strike 1) with guys I first started chewing with (strike 2) and lots of alcohol (strike 3).My bud Eaf stepped up even though he was on day 3 with sound advice:
We could do a buddy system and check up on each other here.
You have a PM WP...Here is my post on July 4th describing what I did to stay quit while watching 4 brothers post day 1s again:
Keep in mind that when you go to a barber shop you usually end up with a hair cut. Make sure you have a way out, and at least for tonight don't drink so you can drive your butt home when the urge is too much.
Another way to look at it is if you play with fire you get burned most of the time.
I'd like to speak a little about the cavers, but please excuse my ramblings as I am still foggy.The next day, I recieved some very bad news. My friend had passed away at the age of 34. These 2 posts were my rambling (from that day and the next):
First off, did you know you were going to cave before you went out last night? I thought about it, and I knew when it was going to happen. When I quit on Wednesday, I realized I had off work Thursday and Friday. I knew that Saturday was going to be a day of swimming at my dad's. And I knew I would be attending a party last night where I would be encouraged to drink by friends that I either taught how to chew or who always bummed from me.
I knew they were going to start talking. Friend A was going to look to bum one. I was going to explain to them I quit. They were all going to say good for you, but I'm not ready. They were going to refill any drink I emptied in their presence, and they would be there for me when I stumbled up at 11:30 and declared this whole quit thing sucked and rejoined their "brotherhood".
So, I manned up.
I promised my 6 year old we could sleep in a tent last night. That assured he would be pulling my arm off early into the evening. I alerted my wife I wasn't drinking, so that she wouldn't accuse me of being a "party-pooper" and not wanting to hang out with my friends until all hours of the night. I got 3 numbers from this board, and stayed in contact with them periodically through the night.
It was pretty fucking easy.
Yeah, I chewed some Smokey Mountain. Yeah, I had to disappear to the basement for 10 minutes to regroup myself after dinner. Yeah, the beer looked good after a day of yard work and 90 degree temps, but I resisted.
So did 15 of my brethren (according to my calculations) that are Octobers.
I don't have much room to speak. My first serious quit came in 2006 (in Franpro's group). That was on the "other site" (I'm still not sure why I am listed on both.). Anyways, I made it over 2 years, and almost to the third year.
Then I went to a Browns' game, got drunk, and thought "I can have 1...."
Looking back, I knew I was going to have a chew that day. I knew it.
I plunged back into the addiction within 4 months. It was not difficult. I liked it better than before. Hell, I could quit anytime I wanted to.
So, I guess what I'm saying is that I understand exactly why you caved. I understand what you went through last night, and what you're feeling tonight. Your resolve is strong. You can do it again.
Except you've now added ANOTHER day of fog. You've added ANOTHER day of dry mouth. You've added ANOTHER day of pissed off ranting. And you've given your mind a "get out of cravings free" card. They say that when your kid throws a temper tantrum, to ignore, him/her; otherwise, their behavior will get worse and worse.
You've just made that brat tougher to reign in.
Suck it up. You've earned it.
See you at 100.
Quote from: eafmanI wouldn't rule it out 100%.Quote from: midwestusaI am with the both of you. I was debating trying to find some of the stuff yesterday but I think i will pass on it as well.Quote from: Colonel_No_Copemidwestusa: "Is tobacco-free snuff worth it? Does it actually help?"Thanks for the tip CNC. I was thinking the same thing about it just prolonging the side habits. I'll go without it for now.
I never had much luck with it myself, but like many of these guys will tell you...
Every quit is different, and everyone is motivated by different things.
I caution you about one thing though: I hated that it kept the oral fixation alive, no it didn't feed the nic bitch, but it reminded me too much of the bad habit itself.
If you have the self-control to maintain that separation... try it and find out for yourself if its worth it.
Its not likely I would try the nic-free worm dirt again... I just don't trust myself anymore.
Keep us posted.
P.S. All things being said, I would advise against it though for the very reason I described above. Do you want to take that chance?
The first couple days I sucked on a tea bag which worked but it was rough. Find that a mint works pretty well today, and hopefully that won't be necessary too much longer. Will see as time moves forward, something to worry about tomorrow and not today.
Pretty stressful day today and I am still QUIT. Thanks for being here.
I just got the call that my buddy I've known since high school just passed away at the ripe old age of 34.
I've got half a can of that corn stalk shit shoved into my lip right now.
It's going to be a long fucking day
Moe entered his quit the next day, and I was bound and determined to stick up for my brothers (and loot realized I still hadn't quite come to the realizations I needed to survive this):Quote from: signal31xDamn fine WP. Thanks for sharing that. Very sorry about your loss.Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeSorry about your buddy WP but your realization is right in line with where you need to be to really stay quit. Thanks for sharing.Quote from: wastepanelI'm going to ramble here for just a moment...That is some strong shit my friend...
I had a very bad day yesterday to quit. A friend of mine passed away (34).
Now, I don't know about any of you, but quitting is quite emotional. I got the call about 2:15, and was asked to call others so that Facebook wasn't going to inform his friends. I made a few calls, and requested that the others do the same thing.
It was during this time I had nobody to talk to except my 6 year old and 2 year old. I found myself in and out of coherent thought, and ran to this board.
My friends here gave me somebody to chat with until the initial shock wore off. Thinking back on my memories of this buddy, he was guy that chewed and gave me pointers when I started at 17. He was the guy that I knew I could turn too if I miscalculated how much chew I had in the can and ran out early in the evening. He was a good guy, but he helped in my habit.
My friends and I chew and drink like fiends when we are together. As sad as I was yesterday, I was terrified as to how easily this could ruin my quit. It is a horribly selfish thought to have, but it was true to me.
Until I realized this wouldn't ruin my quit. Only I could ruin my quit.
This wasn't an Afterschool Special where everybody was going to hold me down and force me to chew "for Tommy". They weren't going to kick me out for not doing it. These are addicts just like me. They're just not ready to make the commitment.
We all met out at the bar last night for some drinks. We did the usual guy thing and spoke of him in brief 2-5 minute periods, felt the emotions rage us, and changed the subject only to return back to it later.
I hit some SMC. My one friend ("the bummer"--Guy who smokes to quit chew, but bums chew everytime he sees you) asked for one, saw the can, and looked elsewhere. Another friend asked about my quit and I told him about it. A few others listened, and I gave one guy the address to this site.
I'm not afraid anymore. I'm going to miss ya Tommy, but I passed a major milestone in my quit last night. I'm smart enough to realize it can creep up on me at any instant, and that complacency is what ruined me last time.
I will stay in control. I'm still quit motherfuckers. Thanks.
My hats off to you for your control, and, most importantly, my deepest of sympathies as well.
I am terribly sorry for your loss.
God bless you Tommy.
If you need anything at all Wastepanel... I wish to be on your short list for assistance. Just ask.
You are getting a good crossroads lesson very early in your quit and are using tools you have garnered up until now.
You are a damn warrior and I am proud to quit with you.
Jody B
I always try to keep in the back of my mind that bad/tragic/stressful events occurred when I dipped. They will occur now too. However, I will not fool myself any longer into thinking the dip takes the pain or stress away. At this point in my life dip will only compound those feelings.
Quote from: ShowAll I have to offer is support, and I will support my brother like I support every other October brother.Quote from: tarpon17wastepanel - I get taking up for moe but gmann is right; until he proves he can post daily AND keep his word he will not have garnered much trust - sipport yes, trust no. He has shit all over himself, this site and the people who have supported him. He needs to keep his head down and keep his word. My word means a lot as I hope your word means a lot to you. He has looked a lot of people in the face and then broke his promise. This is not that he won't be supported he just won't be believed for a long ass time.Quote from: gmannI'll second that motion Gmann, call either of us and if we approve you can cave. I also agree with MikeA, I think moe needs to spit out a well thought out plan of quit attack. The skeleton should be 1) post roll early and every day 2) get numbers 3) use the goddamn numbers. Those three steps in themselves will get you through, but feel free to add more. Whatever it takes. One of these Oct badasses already said it, don't fuck with these guys, they are serious.Quote from: wastepanelHe did post a day 1 like he's apparently done before on a few occasions. Now MOE just has to (1) keep his word and (2) repeat.Quote from: gmannHe roll called today. That's what counts.Quote from: wastepanelWe're all pulling for MOE, just perhaps in different ways. I'm pulling for MOE not to take a dump on these fine quitters who are here posting their word and living up to it everyday.Quote from: JRanI got his cell, and realized I am in driving distance to hunt him down.Quote from: wastepanelMoe...welcome aboard. Just so we're clear, the October group doesn't fuck around. We have crossed the Rubicon and burned the fucking boats, so there's no turning back for us. If you can make that same commitment this time, then I welcome you aboard. Don't let these fine people down the way you've let down your previous quit groups. I'm sure they invested a lot in you only to be pissed on. I hope you don't do the same to this group, but only time will tell whether you are serious this time. Good to be quit with you today.Quote from: moe1078Well I have some explaining to do........ You will see that my start date was February 07. I have been to this site on several occasions and each time let the support I had on this site and myself down. This is not something I am proud of. Its been about 3 years since I have been back on the site and for all 3 years it was the same BS as all the years before. Im tired of trying to quit and not being able to, I am tired of being controlled by the need to have a dip. Its just time for me to quit, no more sneaking dip behind my wifes back after telling her that I was really going to quit this time, more thinking I can ever have just one, No more worrying about mouth cancer or when I can sneak away to have a chew. Im just ready to be done.... Im going to get it done this time.You had me at "I'm going to get it done".
Get it done today, and we'll worry about tomorrow. We've all had these demons in our past. Learn from your mistakes.
Check your inbox shortly.
It's up to him to use us, but now that he's posted roll, we help him today.
Moe-You've quit before for a time (10 months) and then again for a few weeks at a time. Going forward in your quit, remember how bad these first few days are. Remember how your skin hurts, and how your jaw goes numb. Remember those feelings, and embrace it.
When the physical stage passes, embrace these first few days and remember how much you do not want to relive them. Remember that you cannot have a chew on occasion. I've had that thought too. It landed me back here. It fucking sucks. I know.
The definition of insanity is doing the same things over and over again and looking for a different response. Do it different than before. Post roll everyday. (If you don't post by noon, I'm hunting you down.) Read, and get others telephone numbers. Go to the Walmart at the corner of 21 and 30 and get some Smokey Mountain Snuff if you want. Hell, I only go to that Walmart to get that shit as that is the only place around here that sells it. In fact, I will fucking go there and get it for you and bring it to you.
Just don't put that nicotine shit in your lip today dude. I'm pulling for you.
CLUE: These two little requirements have apparently been busting his ass since 2007.
I'm not hoping MOE fails. On the contrary, I will give MOE my number if he promises to call me and get my permission before he goes spelunking again.
UNCONDITIONALLY
And I will lead the charge on moe IF he fucks up (which he won't).
Quote from: lootI stopped chewing in September 2006 on the lite site (with guys such Franpro, chewie, and even loot). I was in the September 2006 group (The St. Nic O Frees) and hit my hof date in December 2006.Quote from: midwestusa*LOOT pulls up a chair next to the fire and gets prepared to read this novel... Again*Quote from: wastepanelSpeaking of longevity, wastepanel, what's your story? You really joined this place 5 years ago?Quote from: lootOctober SpelunkersShOct and Awe-ctober
Sounds good huh?
Spineless lot you are....
Or we could stay simple and go with "Those fucking October bastards".
'Popcorn'
How about some accountability this time wastedtime?
Good luck getting a decent Answer MWU.
I'm not quite sure how I got signed up to this site, but I made 1 post prior to 8 days ago.
Fast forward some....
It was October 25, 2009 (I've been thinking a lot about my nic addiction lately, and I can pinpoint it to this date as my cave.). I went to a Browns game (against Green Bay) with my friend, got drunk, and thought "It's only one...".
I was no longer posting roll at that point. Hell, I convinced myself I could do it just once DESPITE MY HOF SPEECH SAYING OTHERWISE.
I had a chew. 1 chew.
It was out of my mouth within 45 minutes (It was gross, I reverted back to the spit everything I've ever had in my mouth out, got the hiccups, etc.)
"That wasn't so bad" I thought.
So, a few weeks later I had another. And another. And another....
By February 2010, I was back into a full blown habit (addiction). I was going through 3 cans a weeks of Skoal, and my wife realized I was chewing again.
I will repeat this: I never came to this board nor the other board during this time period. I never posted roll and went back on it.
I returned to this board last week by googling "quit chewing website" (which is how I found the lite board in 2006). I held my crutches strong, but ended up tossing my shit, and I've now been quit for 8 days.
Roll is important. Roll keeps you honest. Roll makes you realize you are an addict, and won't let your addict brain fool you into thinking otherwise.
I posted roll through 100 days religiously in 2006. I got lazy after I accomplished my goal.
I never truly embraced being involved with other people from the website. I posted my roll, and I ranted every now and then. But I didn't PM people, or text them, or call them. I did it alone.
Because I did it alone, I failed.
I'm changing that this time.
I've learned from my mistakes, but I have never posted roll and gone back on it. I became complacent and I fooled myself. That will not happen again.
The Colonal and his early quit drama were during all this, but I had avoided him until here. It was when we both realized how much we could give to this group:QuoteHere is a sorta secret. LOOT blew an 18 month quit once because he forgot. Just like you it took 5 very long years before LOOT had the balls to quit again. We are the same. We are addicts. However, now we realize we are addicts and...with Roll Call...we can quit stepping on our dicks. Every day. Every fucking day you post roll.Quote from: wastepanelThanks for both of those posts. LOOT needed both. You could have done it a few days ago when asked. Maybe you did and LOOT missed? Doesn't matter now really.Quote from: ColdstreakIt depends on what your definition of normal is.Quote from: lootSad story WastedTime. Sad indeed. And the sad for LOOT has little to do with your friend's passing but mostly, and more importantly with your mindset. LOOT'd pick the post apart and point it out to you but in the end, just like this post, it would be little more than WastedTime.Ok, I'm new to the site so maybe there is something I'm missing.
Make sure you understand #4 before you start pointing it out to others. Especially those that have employed it. Without fail.
A guy that is on here quitting and whose buddy died yesterday and he stayed quit, is being ridiculed by the Site Administrator who refers to himself in the 3rd person. Is that normal?
Fact is that I'm an addict like Loot, and he could sway just as easy as I could without this place. Fact is that Loot never forgot he was an addict, and I did.
The day you forget is the day you die.
All LOOT wanted from you was the admission that you were an addict. It's tough to type. It's is sobering. It is liberating. Grasp it WT. OWN it...or it will own you. Just like it has these past 5 years.
You are on LOOTs radar. LOOT would like for you to take 30 seconds a day to post in Old Timers so LOOT don't gotta track you down. You willing to up the accountability ante big boy?
Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeColonel,Quote from: DeanTheCootNo, I did not post an official cave story... I ranted on Day 1... made a total ass of myself,... then I thought I did a fair job explaining things from then up until now... I guess I was wrong.Quote from: RadmanJim: Did you post a cave story somewhere? Might be here, but I can't find anything in this thread.Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeThe war is ongoing. It's us versus nicotine. As far a I can tell, during the last couple of days, you've been on the right side. I'll assume until proven wrong that you will stay there this time around. I'll also be supporting.Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeHey guys... I just went into Live Chat due to a minor crave.Quote from: MikeAHmmm... if its for the good of both our QUITS??? 'winker'Quote from: noonelikesaquitterDoes Mrs Colonel do outcall? Her and Mrs MikeA should hook up for some 3 way support!!Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeMrs. Colonel helped ME through more than one crave. She's a TRUE supporter.Quote from: tarpon17'finger point'Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeI usually try step 10 first, Mrs Colonel usually is in the mood ;)Quote from: QuittinTimeOkay 'Tobers,My plan is as follows:
The weekend cometh whether you're ready or not.
The Nico-Bitch lurks. Do you have a plan?
List your plan here: _____________________________________________________.
Keep it between the ditches, straight on 'til Monday.
Save your life, save a friend's; keep the shit outa your head.
No tobacco.
QT
B)
1) post everyday... early... post right after waking up... make my promise
2) upon a crave, hit October and do some reading and post as necessary
3) if still craving, PM s4s, eafman, Romandog, CopeFiend, Skoal Monster, Bert, NMC, brian, etc. Hit every resource from October '11 and May '09.
4) if still craving, go to Wildcard section and hit some One, Two, Three word post action... its fun...
5) if unsuccessful, hit live chat... ask for assistance
6) if unsuccessful, call CopeFiend... at home... then try cell... then try his wife's cell
7) if unavailable, go thru all collected numbers...
8) if still unsuccessful, go on a raging rant on site... better to make an ass of myself, than to cave...
9) do not leave home... do NOT rage at family... retry steps 2-8 until stress is relieved...
10) if still not satisfied, calmly talk to wife... maybe get some crave relieving sex out of it (Mrs. Colonel approves)
Steps 2-9 can be done concurrently!!!
Straight on 'til Monday.
Thanks for the input cheesedick!!! B)
:o
Well, Klark was there and read me the fucking riot act after asking about why I "think" I caved. I was honest.
Next thing you know, he is telling me all manner of things about stuff I never said... it didn't help me any, but have I been honest to you guys over the last handful of days?
Have I provided a plan? Have I contacted folks? Have I tried to justify or excuse my cave???
Be honest guys... I am in here to help myself... to help others... to fucking quit.
But if a war is starting, I would prefer to be on the right side.
There are other wars, but that is the only one that really matters to me.
I'm just interested to hear your tale.
- Dean +1
Honestly, if I thought it wouldn't help a soul I would just assume not do it again. But I know it will help... it will help me too.
Just gimme a little time... I'll conjure up the energy to type it out again... I just got back inside from more Anti-Crave Yard Work.
Too bad I can't copy paste from previous Live Chat sessions. I think I was finally on to something... meaning, I still cannot fully explain it but I was close to understanding it myself.
Weak sauce... fucking pussy... all that stuff aside, I am feeling pretty smoked right now.
I don't care what you've done in the past. You promised us that you would be nicotine free last Thursday. You have kept your word. Continue to post roll call every morning, continue to keep your word, and the rest is moot.
I came back here under similar circumstances. I had my crutches, and came in here boisterous. After a few days, I looked into my old groups. I saw guys at nearly 1800. I should have been there.
These guys never forgot they were addicts. They remembered everyday. They post roll every day.
Think about your cave. I bet you can remember the specific moment it happened. I bet you didn't post roll that morning. Or hadn't all week prior to it.
Read your HOF speech. Read about how vigilant you were that you were not going to cave. You had it under control. The secret is that we can not control this addiction. We can merely control our actions.
You have kept your promise so far. You're going to continue to keep your word as long as you give it. Don't forget.
You're doing a great job, brother.
Day 135Avatar tits and ass are always welcome...female please...
Today in chat, I was talking about my avatar.
My avatar is a guy dressed like Trapjaw from He-Man. Trapjaw had a steel jaw, and he is what I envisioned what I will look like if/when the cancer takes it from me (Hoping I dodged a bullet with this quitting stuff....)
When I chose Trapjaw, it was day 29 of my quit. I was deep into the rage of the late 20s/early 30s. I fucking hated everybody and anyone associated with this website. Fuck quitting. Just get me away from the drama.
After I vented in chat for a long time, I signed in and posted roll for the next day. I didn't have an avatar or a caption. I found this scary ass picture of trapjaw, and added him. I made sure to add "Fuck you guys" just to drive home my frustration.
A funny thing happened then.
I got out of my funk, and I found myself enjoying the site. I found that the system exists for a reason, and that these vets knew what they were talking about. I found that addicts are fucking liars and bullshit artists, and that I was one as well.
I started viewing Trapjaw not as myself anymore.
I started viewing him as the caving bullshit artist sitting at home looking at KTC. I picture him getting all swelled up with anger that his bullshit stories and excuses don't quite fly here. The anger of his addiction and the inability to view himself for what he really is is clearly visible in his face. Even though he has relegated his wife to the upstairs so he can enjoy his elixir, he blurts out "Fuck you guys" to himself because he has no other words.
I just found out recently that the pre-hofers are scared shitless by my avatar. I'm still not sure if it's the posts that come with it, or if it's just scary (verified by Loot).
So with that being said, I am going to unveil a new avatar here on Monday. Trapjaw is going to take his victory lap for the weekend, and he will be retired for "something". I'm not sure what I'm going to use, so ideas are welcome.
Do you really expect Wastepanel to choose a female? I should think not.Quote from: wastepanelDay 135Avatar tits and ass are always welcome...female please...
Today in chat, I was talking about my avatar.
My avatar is a guy dressed like Trapjaw from He-Man. Trapjaw had a steel jaw, and he is what I envisioned what I will look like if/when the cancer takes it from me (Hoping I dodged a bullet with this quitting stuff....)
When I chose Trapjaw, it was day 29 of my quit. I was deep into the rage of the late 20s/early 30s. I fucking hated everybody and anyone associated with this website. Fuck quitting. Just get me away from the drama.
After I vented in chat for a long time, I signed in and posted roll for the next day. I didn't have an avatar or a caption. I found this scary ass picture of trapjaw, and added him. I made sure to add "Fuck you guys" just to drive home my frustration.
A funny thing happened then.
I got out of my funk, and I found myself enjoying the site. I found that the system exists for a reason, and that these vets knew what they were talking about. I found that addicts are fucking liars and bullshit artists, and that I was one as well.
I started viewing Trapjaw not as myself anymore.
I started viewing him as the caving bullshit artist sitting at home looking at KTC. I picture him getting all swelled up with anger that his bullshit stories and excuses don't quite fly here. The anger of his addiction and the inability to view himself for what he really is is clearly visible in his face. Even though he has relegated his wife to the upstairs so he can enjoy his elixir, he blurts out "Fuck you guys" to himself because he has no other words.
I just found out recently that the pre-hofers are scared shitless by my avatar. I'm still not sure if it's the posts that come with it, or if it's just scary (verified by Loot).
So with that being said, I am going to unveil a new avatar here on Monday. Trapjaw is going to take his victory lap for the weekend, and he will be retired for "something". I'm not sure what I'm going to use, so ideas are welcome.
Day 135I always thought that was some stupid insane clown posse bullshit and you were sporting your juggalow pride. Trapjaw. Nice. I had no idea. Im glad it isnt some juggalo bullshit. I have a new found respect for both you and your avatar after reading this and I am sure whatever you choose will be suited.
Today in chat, I was talking about my avatar.
My avatar is a guy dressed like Trapjaw from He-Man. Trapjaw had a steel jaw, and he is what I envisioned what I will look like if/when the cancer takes it from me (Hoping I dodged a bullet with this quitting stuff....)
When I chose Trapjaw, it was day 29 of my quit. I was deep into the rage of the late 20s/early 30s. I fucking hated everybody and anyone associated with this website. Fuck quitting. Just get me away from the drama.
After I vented in chat for a long time, I signed in and posted roll for the next day. I didn't have an avatar or a caption. I found this scary ass picture of trapjaw, and added him. I made sure to add "Fuck you guys" just to drive home my frustration.
A funny thing happened then.
I got out of my funk, and I found myself enjoying the site. I found that the system exists for a reason, and that these vets knew what they were talking about. I found that addicts are fucking liars and bullshit artists, and that I was one as well.
I started viewing Trapjaw not as myself anymore.
I started viewing him as the caving bullshit artist sitting at home looking at KTC. I picture him getting all swelled up with anger that his bullshit stories and excuses don't quite fly here. The anger of his addiction and the inability to view himself for what he really is is clearly visible in his face. Even though he has relegated his wife to the upstairs so he can enjoy his elixir, he blurts out "Fuck you guys" to himself because he has no other words.
I just found out recently that the pre-hofers are scared shitless by my avatar. I'm still not sure if it's the posts that come with it, or if it's just scary (verified by Loot).
So with that being said, I am going to unveil a new avatar here on Monday. Trapjaw is going to take his victory lap for the weekend, and he will be retired for "something". I'm not sure what I'm going to use, so ideas are welcome.
I found that the system exists for a reason, and that these vets knew what they were talking about. I found that addicts are fucking liars and bullshit artists, and that I was one as well.Oh, and fuck you right back, cuz;)
So with that being said, I am going to unveil a new avatar here on Monday. Trapjaw is going to take his victory lap for the weekend, and he will be retired for "something". I'm not sure what I'm going to use, so ideas are welcome.If you want to stick with the MOTU theme, I'd say this would be right up your alley...
'crackup'Quote from: wastepanelSo with that being said, I am going to unveil a new avatar here on Monday. Trapjaw is going to take his victory lap for the weekend, and he will be retired for "something". I'm not sure what I'm going to use, so ideas are welcome.If you want to stick with the MOTU theme, I'd say this would be right up your alley...
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A unicorn shitting a rainbow. That's beautiful man, just beautiful.It's a horse with a sword on it's head.
The very very best. I :wub: Unicorns blowing rainbows out their ass.Quote from: NotdeadyetA unicorn shitting a rainbow. That's beautiful man, just beautiful.It's a horse with a sword on it's head.
And it is beautiful.
Is that unicorn shitting rainbows because you're sitting on its sword?Quote from: wastepanelThe very very best. I :wub: Unicorns blowing rainbows out their ass.Quote from: NotdeadyetA unicorn shitting a rainbow. That's beautiful man, just beautiful.It's a horse with a sword on it's head.
And it is beautiful.
Oh, Timeless...Quote from: Scowick65Is that unicorn shitting rainbows because you're sitting on its sword?Quote from: wastepanelThe very very best. I :wub: Unicorns blowing rainbows out their ass.Quote from: NotdeadyetA unicorn shitting a rainbow. That's beautiful man, just beautiful.It's a horse with a sword on it's head.
And it is beautiful.
I like lamp...Quote from: Timeless117Oh, Timeless...Quote from: Scowick65Is that unicorn shitting rainbows because you're sitting on its sword?Quote from: wastepanelThe very very best. I :wub: Unicorns blowing rainbows out their ass.Quote from: NotdeadyetA unicorn shitting a rainbow. That's beautiful man, just beautiful.It's a horse with a sword on it's head.
And it is beautiful.
My new avatar is soooo much deeper than petty ghey jokes.
I chose the horse because, traditionally, horses symbolize Power,Grace, Beauty,
Nobility, Strength, and Freedom. These are all stages of an ongoing quit in my opinion.
Power-The first few days of a quit require power like you've never exuded before. You have to be more powerful than yourself. You have to convince yourself not to do something your body says you HAVE to.
Grace-A new quitter must be graceful and dance around the trappings of a quit. There's the complacency trapping. There's the urge to stop posting roll trapping. There's the "just one won't hurt" trapping. A graceful quitter can escape these.
Beauty-It's a beautiful thing to see a quitter get his/her legs and start leading the quit of his brethren and his/her own. It's like watching a child grow up before your eyes.
Nobility-Respect is earned on KTC with days quit. We vets hold ourselves up with high regard, and we all appreciate what each and every person here has accomplished.
Strength-Strength is the ability to look your demons in the face and back them down. Posting roll everyday is like a workout. You start out with barely any weight at first. But if you put in the time and the workout, you start making progress. Eventually, you can pick up the car in the parking lot.
Freedom-This is the reason we all signed up for KTC in the first place. We all just wanted freedom. But freedom doesn't come all at once. It's a one day at a time mentality, like everything else here.
The sword symbolizes the battle that each and every one of us wages each day in our addictions. It is attached to the horse's head like a tumor to remind us all that cancer can both be a consequence and a weapon in our quit.
The horse is evacuating rainbows from its behind because they have been shoved up there for years by others around us , and even ourselves. We like to think our feces doesn't stink, but it does. Those around us may tell us our addiction is just a habit, but it isn't. In order to be quit, you must abandon all sugar coated lies that have been fed to you and see them for what they are: refracted light that kind of smells funny.
All of this sits on a pink background because the world we live in is covered in this rainbow feces and lies. But it is beautiful. And it is the reason we wage this war. We want to be able to enjoy the freedom that quitting brings. We want to live long enough to paint our daughter's/granddaughter's rooms this very color.
Post roll.
Stay quit.
Repeat.
Of course it sharts skittles.Quote from: wastepanelI like lamp...Quote from: Timeless117Oh, Timeless...Quote from: Scowick65Is that unicorn shitting rainbows because you're sitting on its sword?Quote from: wastepanelThe very very best. I :wub: Unicorns blowing rainbows out their ass.Quote from: NotdeadyetA unicorn shitting a rainbow. That's beautiful man, just beautiful.It's a horse with a sword on it's head.
And it is beautiful.
My new avatar is soooo much deeper than petty ghey jokes.
I chose the horse because, traditionally, horses symbolize Power,Grace, Beauty,
Nobility, Strength, and Freedom. These are all stages of an ongoing quit in my opinion.
Power-The first few days of a quit require power like you've never exuded before. You have to be more powerful than yourself. You have to convince yourself not to do something your body says you HAVE to.
Grace-A new quitter must be graceful and dance around the trappings of a quit. There's the complacency trapping. There's the urge to stop posting roll trapping. There's the "just one won't hurt" trapping. A graceful quitter can escape these.
Beauty-It's a beautiful thing to see a quitter get his/her legs and start leading the quit of his brethren and his/her own. It's like watching a child grow up before your eyes.
Nobility-Respect is earned on KTC with days quit. We vets hold ourselves up with high regard, and we all appreciate what each and every person here has accomplished.
Strength-Strength is the ability to look your demons in the face and back them down. Posting roll everyday is like a workout. You start out with barely any weight at first. But if you put in the time and the workout, you start making progress. Eventually, you can pick up the car in the parking lot.
Freedom-This is the reason we all signed up for KTC in the first place. We all just wanted freedom. But freedom doesn't come all at once. It's a one day at a time mentality, like everything else here.
The sword symbolizes the battle that each and every one of us wages each day in our addictions. It is attached to the horse's head like a tumor to remind us all that cancer can both be a consequence and a weapon in our quit.
The horse is evacuating rainbows from its behind because they have been shoved up there for years by others around us , and even ourselves. We like to think our feces doesn't stink, but it does. Those around us may tell us our addiction is just a habit, but it isn't. In order to be quit, you must abandon all sugar coated lies that have been fed to you and see them for what they are: refracted light that kind of smells funny.
All of this sits on a pink background because the world we live in is covered in this rainbow feces and lies. But it is beautiful. And it is the reason we wage this war. We want to be able to enjoy the freedom that quitting brings. We want to live long enough to paint our daughter's/granddaughter's rooms this very color.
Post roll.
Stay quit.
Repeat.
That shit was deep wastepanel.
I was just going to comment how awesome the unicorn with rainbow flatulence looked...does it shart skittles?
Have to chuckle a bit at this post.Quote from: lootAnd it's not a habit. It's a fucking addiction. Keep it up with your hope and habit and your stupid ass is destined to be posting yet another Day 1. Get your Shit together. Apparently a lot Of people spent a lot of time with you in chat. Don't waste it by continuing to dance around your issues.I feel so welcome on this forum.
Why is everybody so hostile? Apparantly, nobody else on chat had quit for a long time and reverted back. The chatters all had taken anti-depressants at the onset of he quit, and there wasn't one person on there that had issues far into a quit. I was asking if/when those started the drugs started said drugs far into a quit. I was asked to toss my shit and I did.
Now I am few hours into this. My jaw is tingly, and I'm not going to take this hostile shit anymore.
Sorry to bother some of you.
I stand on the cliffs with my son next to me
This island our prison, our home
And everyday we look out at the sea
This place is all he's ever known
But I've got a plan and some wax and some string;
some feathers I stole from the birds
We leap from the cliff and we hear the wind
sing a song that's too perfect for words
But son, please keep a steady wing
And know your the only one that means anything to me
Steer clear of the sun, or you'll find yourself in the sea
Now safely away, I let out a cry
"We'll make the mainland by noon"
But Icarus climbs higher still in the sky
Maybe I've spoken too soon
Oh son, please keep a steady wing
And know your the only one that means anything to me
Steer clear of the sun, or you'll find yourself in the sea
Won't you look at your wings
They're coming undone
They're splitting at the seams
Steer clear of the sun, for once won't you listen to me?
O, Gods!
Why is this happening to me?
All I wanted was a new life for my son to grow up free
And now you took the only thing that meant anything to me
I will never fly again, I will hang up my wings
O, Gods!
Why is this happening to me?
All I wanted was a new life for my son to grow up free
And now you took the only thing that meant anything to me
I will never fly again, I will hang up my wings!
O, Gods!
Thanks for that post.X2
Even vets need inspiration to stay the course guys.Quote from: gmannThanks for that post.X2
Thanks for sharing...Quote from: jost2brownEven vets need inspiration to stay the course guys.Quote from: gmannThanks for that post.X2
Thanks for being badass quitters.
WP, that is truely inspiring. It also has solidified why I am and must be here everyday.Quote from: wastepanelThanks for sharing...Quote from: jost2brownEven vets need inspiration to stay the course guys.Quote from: gmannThanks for that post.X2
Thanks for being badass quitters.
November 2011 has not been below the line for a whole month, yet we have lost more then a third of our hall of famers. It just does not make sense. Stories like wastepanels is enough to scare me into posting daily. 60 seconds a day is all it takes to remind myself that I am an addict and that I can never have just one.
That is one helluva post. Thanks for sharing, WP.Agreed.. Outstanding post.
Post is where it belongs...in the words of wisdom. Nicely done!Quote from: Phil4That is one helluva post. Thanks for sharing, WP.Agreed.. Outstanding post.
And keep Trapjaw.. Good reminder of what we would all look like, and may still have to deal with.
Quit with you.
Romandog - Day 256
should be required reading for all new HoF'ers.Quote from: RomandogPost is where it belongs...in the words of wisdom. Nicely done!Quote from: Phil4That is one helluva post. Thanks for sharing, WP.Agreed.. Outstanding post.
And keep Trapjaw.. Good reminder of what we would all look like, and may still have to deal with.
Quit with you.
Romandog - Day 256
So, this is 6 months quit...word
I really thought CNC, Moe, and myself were clear that being a retread is not all the fun and games people make it out to be. We screamed how important it is to post roll everyday. We've practiced it for close to 200 days now. Yet, the basterds keep falling off roll one by one.
It pisses me off because I fell off the posting wagon early in 2007. I stopped posting around 150 days in that stoppage. I didn't cave right away. I was "quit"!
In the next 850 plus days, my brain began ridding itself of my addict thoughts. It started with the nicotine cravings and ended with the tools I learned that kept me quit. The greatest lie ever is an addict convincing himself he's cured.
I never planned caved. I got drunk, and I asked to bum one off of my friend. It was that simple. No warning lights went off. I hadn't even thought about the site in quite a while. I said "That sounds good" and I was off. I didn't feel bad afterwards either. It was gross, and I spit it out fairly quickly.
I did not think about it again for about a week. Unfortunately, I started a timer in my body that was going to lead to it returning to a dependent state.
The next week, the nic bitch was in my ear.
Scott....you're the man. You used to chew all the time. Not anymore. Hell, you chewed last week with no cravings or thoughts of it until now. It's true. You can't get re-addicted with just one. In fact...I bet you could chew with your friends now. Just don't buy a can...
So I did.
Everytime I saw my friends, I was chewing again. Until they got pissed over all the bumming I was doing...
Scott...It's not fair these guys have to give up their hard earned money all the time. Would you be happy if they kept coming over and drinking your beer? Just buy a can and toss it afterwards. Kara will never know...
So I did.
I bought a can for $4.50 everytime I went out with my friends (or I was drinking and my wife wasn't around). I would have 3-4 chews a night on these occasions (1 night a week) for the next month or so. At first, I'd toss the can the moment I got in the car. Gradually, it was as I was pulling into my neighborhood.
Until one day...
Scott...Are you really going to waste that? You have a good $3.00 worth of chew. You can keep it in your car and just get out when you're going out with your friends. That's just being thrifty, man. You're strong, and it's not like you're re-addicted....
So I did.
I put the can in the glove compartment and would forget about it until I was going out (until tax season started though). Tax season sucks. You give up 3 good months of your life and everybody in it. I was working much more, and my stress level was through the roof. One night, as I was coming home from work at 1:30 am, my can beckoned me.
Scott...I can relax you. You still reach for me out of habit when you get stuck on a tax return. I've always been there to help you out, and I'm willing to do it again. As long as you're not chewing at home, you're fine. That's how you can stay control of me, ok?
So I did.
By March of 2010, I was back to chewing as much as I could. I didn't see my wife that often, and would sneak downstairs to "work on taxes". When I did see her, we were in bed, waking up from the bed, or eating a meal.
I was chewing all day long, but I wasn't re-addicted. Nope...I was in control.
Yet I had started chewing at home because I wanted to.
I didn't care anymore. I liked chewing. It relaxed me. It made me a better worker. It took the edge off. And I was dreading April 15 because it meant I was going to have to be home more and I could not go an entire evening without chewing.
My wife had just cleaned the kitchen floor. I had been putting in chews over the garbage can to assure there was no sprinkles on the floor. I missed that day. She grabbed a napkin, and started picking it up. She looked at it, and asked me if I had anything I wanted to tell her. I told her I started chewing again. It felt great to be free.
She was pissed.
I didn't care. I now had an excuse to chew all day long, everyday. No fucking hiding it. No pretending that I'm quit. Just cancer weed all day long.
It took me from October 25, 2009 to March 2010 for this process to complete. It wasn't overnight. It was a series of compromises I made with myself. I never craved initially. I never thought about the negative consequences or the board. It was a sneaky process, but deep down I knew. I knew the path I was on.
I am 184 days quit today. I have yet to miss a roll call.
That was my promise to myself when I returned. I forgot everything last time because I stopped posting roll. I stopped reminding myself how bad I was beforehand, and I stopped soiling nicotine's name. I forgot.
I will never forget again because I don't want to fucking do this again. There's way too good of a life that exists outside of a physically addicted state. I can run around with my boys. I don't have to explain what "Skoal Straight" is to a 7 year old. I don't have sneak a chew in before coaching his tee ball team. I don't have to pre-plan to kiss my wife. My temperature doesn't go up to 175 degrees the moment I am done eating. I don't wake up with that shit on my face. My shower doesn't clog because I 've spit a wad into the drain. Clients don't give me wierd looks when they realize I am, in fact, sporting a fatty in a meeting.
I give 30 seconds each morning for that freedom. There are no compromises on that. A cave is a compromise wrapped in lies. The rules are simple:
(1) Post roll.
(2) Stay quit.
(3) Repeat.
Please tell me where there is room to compromise in there. If you skip step 1, then are you supposed to skip it all the time since step 3 is "repeat"? How long until you start skipping step 2? 850 days?
Best.Return On Investment.Ever.
Just want to send out a Big Thank You for what you have done for my quit. I would have caved long ago if it wasnt for some of the things you have done.My quit is stronger because I invested my valuable time into your lying ass. Glad to see it was worth it. What do you think these lies do to my quit? I've known it was coming, and it makes me crave every time I think about it. I thought about stopping at the gas station the other day, and submitting to this desire.
Thanks again
The Quitting Pendulummmmmm, das sum goo shit, rite der!
If life is like a box of chocolates (you'll never know what you're gonna get), then quitting is like a pendulum. There's difficult times, and there are easy times. But eventually, you're going to end up resting in a centered position.
A pendulum is a weighted ball at the end of a string and suspended from a centered pivot point. When pulled in one direction and let go, the ball will swing freely past its center point. It will travel to the opposite side of this center point, and begin its return. Due to friction and air resistance, each period becomes shorter until the ball is eventually resting at the center.
Every quit has times in it when quitting is very simple. You don't have to put much thought into it. Nicotine is not a part of your life. You don't need to fight the urge to use because there is no urge.
But there are difficult times as well. Whether you are 10 days quit or 10,000 days quit, these times will hit you like a wrecking ball. It seems like the world is out to make you fail. It seems like nicotine delivery systems are being thrown at you 24/7. You lie awake at night thinking "Just one won't hurt...".
Imagine that your quit is seperated by this Centered Pole. The right side is the Easy Quit Side. The left side is the Difficult Quit Side. Your quit is suspended from the center.
When you initially quit, you pull your quit way over to the difficult side and let go. In fact, you can feel it building as you are doing it. The first few hours make your jaw sore and leave you wondering if you are doing the right thing. As the poison leaves your body, your body begins to rebel and throw a fit. This builds up for 3-5 days until you don't think you can stand it another minute.
But then you let go.
The quit starts falling back towards the centered point, and life is better. It's still not good, and quitting is not the easiest. It's just better.
And then it gets to the good side.
Life is great. You never knew that life is this good without nicotine. You laugh at users still lying to themselves, and feel impenitrable. Your quit is strong, and you can shrug off even the most blatant attempts of others to get you to use again.
This period is as good as the preceding bad.
But then it starts to become harder again.
The quit starts its return trip back. Quitting takes a few more thoughts. And then a few more. And then you are back at the difficult side again.
Your quit can continue on for the rest of your life if connected to this point (aka KTC). Your quit will eventually lose steam and slow down. It will hang centered between the two worlds. It is not difficult to stay quit, but it is not easy as well. A simple acknowledgement usually keeps this ball resting here.
Unfortunately, sometimes you bump the machine and the ball swings for a moment. It's not something to worry about it. It will come to rest again. This can happen during any point of your quit, but it seems to be worse once you are centered.
Thanks for writing that.Quote from: wastepanelThe Quitting Pendulummmmmm, das sum goo shit, rite der!
If life is like a box of chocolates (you'll never know what you're gonna get), then quitting is like a pendulum. There's difficult times, and there are easy times. But eventually, you're going to end up resting in a centered position.
A pendulum is a weighted ball at the end of a string and suspended from a centered pivot point. When pulled in one direction and let go, the ball will swing freely past its center point. It will travel to the opposite side of this center point, and begin its return. Due to friction and air resistance, each period becomes shorter until the ball is eventually resting at the center.
Every quit has times in it when quitting is very simple. You don't have to put much thought into it. Nicotine is not a part of your life. You don't need to fight the urge to use because there is no urge.
But there are difficult times as well. Whether you are 10 days quit or 10,000 days quit, these times will hit you like a wrecking ball. It seems like the world is out to make you fail. It seems like nicotine delivery systems are being thrown at you 24/7. You lie awake at night thinking "Just one won't hurt...".
Imagine that your quit is seperated by this Centered Pole. The right side is the Easy Quit Side. The left side is the Difficult Quit Side. Your quit is suspended from the center.
When you initially quit, you pull your quit way over to the difficult side and let go. In fact, you can feel it building as you are doing it. The first few hours make your jaw sore and leave you wondering if you are doing the right thing. As the poison leaves your body, your body begins to rebel and throw a fit. This builds up for 3-5 days until you don't think you can stand it another minute.
But then you let go.
The quit starts falling back towards the centered point, and life is better. It's still not good, and quitting is not the easiest. It's just better.
And then it gets to the good side.
Life is great. You never knew that life is this good without nicotine. You laugh at users still lying to themselves, and feel impenitrable. Your quit is strong, and you can shrug off even the most blatant attempts of others to get you to use again.
This period is as good as the preceding bad.
But then it starts to become harder again.
The quit starts its return trip back. Quitting takes a few more thoughts. And then a few more. And then you are back at the difficult side again.
Your quit can continue on for the rest of your life if connected to this point (aka KTC). Your quit will eventually lose steam and slow down. It will hang centered between the two worlds. It is not difficult to stay quit, but it is not easy as well. A simple acknowledgement usually keeps this ball resting here.Â
Unfortunately, sometimes you bump the machine and the ball swings for a moment. It's not something to worry about it. It will come to rest again. This can happen during any point of your quit, but it seems to be worse once you are centered.
Good stuff WPQuote from: DchogsThanks for writing that.Quote from: wastepanelThe Quitting Pendulummmmmm, das sum goo shit, rite der!
If life is like a box of chocolates (you'll never know what you're gonna get), then quitting is like a pendulum. There's difficult times, and there are easy times. But eventually, you're going to end up resting in a centered position.
A pendulum is a weighted ball at the end of a string and suspended from a centered pivot point. When pulled in one direction and let go, the ball will swing freely past its center point. It will travel to the opposite side of this center point, and begin its return. Due to friction and air resistance, each period becomes shorter until the ball is eventually resting at the center.
Every quit has times in it when quitting is very simple. You don't have to put much thought into it. Nicotine is not a part of your life. You don't need to fight the urge to use because there is no urge.
But there are difficult times as well. Whether you are 10 days quit or 10,000 days quit, these times will hit you like a wrecking ball. It seems like the world is out to make you fail. It seems like nicotine delivery systems are being thrown at you 24/7. You lie awake at night thinking "Just one won't hurt...".
Imagine that your quit is seperated by this Centered Pole. The right side is the Easy Quit Side. The left side is the Difficult Quit Side. Your quit is suspended from the center.
When you initially quit, you pull your quit way over to the difficult side and let go. In fact, you can feel it building as you are doing it. The first few hours make your jaw sore and leave you wondering if you are doing the right thing. As the poison leaves your body, your body begins to rebel and throw a fit. This builds up for 3-5 days until you don't think you can stand it another minute.
But then you let go.
The quit starts falling back towards the centered point, and life is better. It's still not good, and quitting is not the easiest. It's just better.
And then it gets to the good side.
Life is great. You never knew that life is this good without nicotine. You laugh at users still lying to themselves, and feel impenitrable. Your quit is strong, and you can shrug off even the most blatant attempts of others to get you to use again.
This period is as good as the preceding bad.
But then it starts to become harder again.
The quit starts its return trip back. Quitting takes a few more thoughts. And then a few more. And then you are back at the difficult side again.
Your quit can continue on for the rest of your life if connected to this point (aka KTC). Your quit will eventually lose steam and slow down. It will hang centered between the two worlds. It is not difficult to stay quit, but it is not easy as well. A simple acknowledgement usually keeps this ball resting here.Â
Unfortunately, sometimes you bump the machine and the ball swings for a moment. It's not something to worry about it. It will come to rest again. This can happen during any point of your quit, but it seems to be worse once you are centered.
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Tyrant?I hate to be mean, but did anyone really read this whole thing?
Once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs that escaped the clutches of a maniacal tyrant. Upon casting their chains away, they set up camp a few towns over.
Soon, plans were being made for a more permanent housing solution. While drafting these plans, a group of pigs approached them. It turned out these pigs had escaped earlier and had been living "free" for quite a while.
The first pig was lazy. He was content that he had escaped slavery, and believed that he was free. He was loud, and he missed the friends he made . He chose to build his home from straw. Straw would provide adequate warmth and cover from the elements, and it could be done quickly. The pig was convinced that this house could be built near his once prison, and it was unfathomable that he could be enslaved again. He could see his friends everyday. He wanted to forget every bad memory he had of being a slave, and pushed these memories aside with ease. He cherished the good memories however.
The other refugees warned him that he was being foolish, and he refused to listen.
The maniacal tyrant saw him squatting near the prison, laughed, knocked over the grass hut with his bare hands, and the little pig was enslaved by nightfall.
The second pig was smart enough to realize that he needed to take some extra precautions to avoid being recaptured. He had watched as the first pig failed miserably, and understood his mistakes. He had listened to the others to an extent, and decided to build his house of sticks and hide it deep in the forest where the tyrant couldn't find it with the other refugees. He knew the tyrant would be looking for him, and he was proud that he had outsmarted him.
However, after a few weeks of hiding, this pig became restless. He began venturing out and realizing how great freedom was. He began testing the limits of his freedom, and soon enough, he was sneaking back to his old prison to see the first pig. The other pigs all told him he was being foolish, yet he continued his ways thinking he was free. The other pigs told him that he needed to fortify this building just in case the tyrant comes knocking. He scoffed. They offered give him the tools necessary to do it. He ignored them.
One night, on one of these runs, the tyrant found him. He chased the second pig back to his hidden house. The second pig went inside, locked the door, and hid. The sticks used to build the house began snapping. As each small stick snapped, the house became weaker and weaker. Quickly, the tyrant had broken through and the second pig was enslaved again.
The third pig built a brick house alongside the other refugees' site. The houses were connected like a honeycomb. The third pig made many great friends here, and was given the tools and the plan to make his house stronger. Individually, this house could withstand the tyrant for years. But the tyrant could eventually break through. Collectively, these houses was impenetrable.
The tyrant would circle the walls of this community whispering lies and trying to coax out the weak. Occasionally, he would test his strength on a wall. But one of the rules of this community was to inspect your house daily. Those that did had time to repair any cracks. Those that didn't found the tyrant upon them.
The third little pig lived a long happy life. He was mindful of the lurking tyrant outside, and never forgot he was there. He was happy.
I did... too bad some will not!!!Quote from: wastepanelWho's Afraid of the Big Bad Tyrant?I hate to be mean, but did anyone really read this whole thing?
Once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs that escaped the clutches of a maniacal tyrant. Upon casting their chains away, they set up camp a few towns over.
Soon, plans were being made for a more permanent housing solution. While drafting these plans, a group of pigs approached them. It turned out these pigs had escaped earlier and had been living "free" for quite a while.
The first pig was lazy. He was content that he had escaped slavery, and believed that he was free. He was loud, and he missed the friends he made . He chose to build his home from straw. Straw would provide adequate warmth and cover from the elements, and it could be done quickly. The pig was convinced that this house could be built near his once prison, and it was unfathomable that he could be enslaved again. He could see his friends everyday. He wanted to forget every bad memory he had of being a slave, and pushed these memories aside with ease. He cherished the good memories however.
The other refugees warned him that he was being foolish, and he refused to listen.
The maniacal tyrant saw him squatting near the prison, laughed, knocked over the grass hut with his bare hands, and the little pig was enslaved by nightfall.
The second pig was smart enough to realize that he needed to take some extra precautions to avoid being recaptured. He had watched as the first pig failed miserably, and understood his mistakes. He had listened to the others to an extent, and decided to build his house of sticks and hide it deep in the forest where the tyrant couldn't find it with the other refugees. He knew the tyrant would be looking for him, and he was proud that he had outsmarted him.Â
However, after a few weeks of hiding, this pig became restless. He began venturing out and realizing how great freedom was. He began testing the limits of his freedom, and soon enough, he was sneaking back to his old prison to see the first pig. The other pigs all told him he was being foolish, yet he continued his ways thinking he was free. The other pigs told him that he needed to fortify this building just in case the tyrant comes knocking. He scoffed. They offered give him the tools necessary to do it. He ignored them.
One night, on one of these runs, the tyrant found him. He chased the second pig back to his hidden house. The second pig went inside, locked the door, and hid. The sticks used to build the house began snapping. As each small stick snapped, the house became weaker and weaker. Quickly, the tyrant had broken through and the second pig was enslaved again.
The third pig built a brick house alongside the other refugees' site. The houses were connected like a honeycomb. The third pig made many great friends here, and was given the tools and the plan to make his house stronger. Individually, this house could withstand the tyrant for years. But the tyrant could eventually break through. Collectively, these houses was impenetrable.
The tyrant would circle the walls of this community whispering lies and trying to coax out the weak. Occasionally, he would test his strength on a wall. But one of the rules of this community was to inspect your house daily. Those that did had time to repair any cracks. Those that didn't found the tyrant upon them.
The third little pig lived a long happy life. He was mindful of the lurking tyrant outside, and never forgot he was there. He was happy.
Okay, after reading this even for the second time through, I still come to the same conclusion:Quote from: rgross298I did... too bad some will not!!!Quote from: wastepanelWho's Afraid of the Big Bad Tyrant?I hate to be mean, but did anyone really read this whole thing?
Once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs that escaped the clutches of a maniacal tyrant. Upon casting their chains away, they set up camp a few towns over.
Soon, plans were being made for a more permanent housing solution. While drafting these plans, a group of pigs approached them. It turned out these pigs had escaped earlier and had been living "free" for quite a while.
The first pig was lazy. He was content that he had escaped slavery, and believed that he was free. He was loud, and he missed the friends he made . He chose to build his home from straw. Straw would provide adequate warmth and cover from the elements, and it could be done quickly. The pig was convinced that this house could be built near his once prison, and it was unfathomable that he could be enslaved again. He could see his friends everyday. He wanted to forget every bad memory he had of being a slave, and pushed these memories aside with ease. He cherished the good memories however.
The other refugees warned him that he was being foolish, and he refused to listen.
The maniacal tyrant saw him squatting near the prison, laughed, knocked over the grass hut with his bare hands, and the little pig was enslaved by nightfall.
The second pig was smart enough to realize that he needed to take some extra precautions to avoid being recaptured. He had watched as the first pig failed miserably, and understood his mistakes. He had listened to the others to an extent, and decided to build his house of sticks and hide it deep in the forest where the tyrant couldn't find it with the other refugees.  He knew the tyrant would be looking for him, and he was proud that he had outsmarted him.Â
However, after a few weeks of hiding, this pig became restless. He began venturing out and realizing how great freedom was. He began testing the limits of his freedom, and soon enough, he was sneaking back to his old prison to see the first pig. The other pigs all told him he was being foolish, yet he continued his ways thinking he was free. The other pigs told him that he needed to fortify this building just in case the tyrant comes knocking. He scoffed. They offered give him the tools necessary to do it. He ignored them.
One night, on one of these runs, the tyrant found him. He chased the second pig back to his hidden house. The second pig went inside, locked the door, and hid. The sticks used to build the house began snapping. As each small stick snapped, the house became weaker and weaker. Quickly, the tyrant had broken through and the second pig was enslaved again.
The third pig built a brick house alongside the other refugees' site. The houses were connected like a honeycomb. The third pig made many great friends here, and was given the tools and the plan to make his house stronger. Individually, this house could withstand the tyrant for years. But the tyrant could eventually break through. Collectively, these houses was impenetrable.
The tyrant would circle the walls of this community whispering lies and trying to coax out the weak. Occasionally, he would test his strength on a wall. But one of the rules of this community was to inspect your house daily. Those that did had time to repair any cracks. Those that didn't found the tyrant upon them.
The third little pig lived a long happy life. He was mindful of the lurking tyrant outside, and never forgot he was there. He was happy.
No need to apologize... I wasn't bashing you by the way.Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeOkay, after reading this even for the second time through, I still come to the same conclusion:Quote from: rgross298I did... too bad some will not!!!Quote from: wastepanelWho's Afraid of the Big Bad Tyrant?I hate to be mean, but did anyone really read this whole thing?
Once upon a time, there were 3 little pigs that escaped the clutches of a maniacal tyrant. Upon casting their chains away, they set up camp a few towns over.
Soon, plans were being made for a more permanent housing solution. While drafting these plans, a group of pigs approached them. It turned out these pigs had escaped earlier and had been living "free" for quite a while.
The first pig was lazy. He was content that he had escaped slavery, and believed that he was free. He was loud, and he missed the friends he made . He chose to build his home from straw. Straw would provide adequate warmth and cover from the elements, and it could be done quickly. The pig was convinced that this house could be built near his once prison, and it was unfathomable that he could be enslaved again. He could see his friends everyday. He wanted to forget every bad memory he had of being a slave, and pushed these memories aside with ease. He cherished the good memories however.
The other refugees warned him that he was being foolish, and he refused to listen.
The maniacal tyrant saw him squatting near the prison, laughed, knocked over the grass hut with his bare hands, and the little pig was enslaved by nightfall.
The second pig was smart enough to realize that he needed to take some extra precautions to avoid being recaptured. He had watched as the first pig failed miserably, and understood his mistakes. He had listened to the others to an extent, and decided to build his house of sticks and hide it deep in the forest where the tyrant couldn't find it with the other refugees.  He knew the tyrant would be looking for him, and he was proud that he had outsmarted him.Â
However, after a few weeks of hiding, this pig became restless. He began venturing out and realizing how great freedom was. He began testing the limits of his freedom, and soon enough, he was sneaking back to his old prison to see the first pig. The other pigs all told him he was being foolish, yet he continued his ways thinking he was free. The other pigs told him that he needed to fortify this building just in case the tyrant comes knocking. He scoffed. They offered give him the tools necessary to do it. He ignored them.
One night, on one of these runs, the tyrant found him. He chased the second pig back to his hidden house. The second pig went inside, locked the door, and hid. The sticks used to build the house began snapping. As each small stick snapped, the house became weaker and weaker. Quickly, the tyrant had broken through and the second pig was enslaved again.
The third pig built a brick house alongside the other refugees' site. The houses were connected like a honeycomb. The third pig made many great friends here, and was given the tools and the plan to make his house stronger. Individually, this house could withstand the tyrant for years. But the tyrant could eventually break through. Collectively, these houses was impenetrable.
The tyrant would circle the walls of this community whispering lies and trying to coax out the weak. Occasionally, he would test his strength on a wall. But one of the rules of this community was to inspect your house daily. Those that did had time to repair any cracks. Those that didn't found the tyrant upon them.
The third little pig lived a long happy life. He was mindful of the lurking tyrant outside, and never forgot he was there. He was happy.
Gay.
Sorry, Colonel.
--Russ
This is our city of the dead
Another life holds its weary head
We hope, we try, we live, survive
Counting days, trying to get by
Waiting for the calling
Anticipation in the air
We hope and dream of difference
City sleeping, unaware
Break the silence, WAKE THE DEAD
Running through these streets alone
I'll kick and scream, let's break this hold
Cuz I swear, and this won't render useless
I promise you, we've come this far
And I'm not stopping, I'm not stopping now
I'm not hiding in shadows
Wake up
Send out this message, it's clear
2x
You said, you said, you said
this time was gonna be different
WAKE UP THE DEAD
Coming alive
Something stirs inside
This isn't over yet
Shake off the dirt
Swallow regret
Stop living under the weight
Living under the weight of regret
Your regrets
DON'T LOSE HOPE
Your regrets
DON'T LOSE HOPE
Don't let it happen to you
DON'T LOSE HOPE
Which side are you gonna choose?
Cuz I believe, I believe it's in you.
RISE!
4x
We said, we said, we said
This time was gonna be different
WAKE UP THE DEAD
That sounds like a fucking challenge man.Quote from: wastepanelWow, eaf. This is way far above and beyond, man! A new level of accountability that I didn't count on! Amazing how motivated you get when others are watching. We need some other basterds need to get in on this action besides me and Colonel. Set a goal and post your score everyday (in addition to quit, of course). I'll use this 2nd level of roll to post status of my fatness reduction efforts. Mission: Lean Mean Basterd.Quote from: LubyX2Quote from: eafmanOkay colonel and Phil4. Of course this applies to the rest of you Bastards if you want to join in. I modified the spreadsheet to indicate whether you hit your personal goal or not. Keeping in mind the the QUIT is our true and undeniable goal, make sure you post your quit every day. I will strike a green that you made your promis for the day. If you hit your personal goal then indicate on your roll call. I will make the cell indicate blue. Blue means not only did you post roll but hit your personal goal as well.And once again eaf deserves our gratitude for taking care of the spread sheet and just by being his general bad ass self. You rock eaf, thanks for every thing.
I usually look at the last roll call of the day when I update the spreadsheet, so try to make your comment by then by editing your roll or PM me.Â
As always if I miss or make and erro let me know!
Go Basterds!!!!
Thanks again, eaf.
Phil
Damn you guys are killing it. That's some awesome shit. Made my day.Quote from: Phil4That sounds like a fucking challenge man.Quote from: wastepanelWow, eaf. This is way far above and beyond, man! A new level of accountability that I didn't count on! Amazing how motivated you get when others are watching. We need some other basterds need to get in on this action besides me and Colonel. Set a goal and post your score everyday (in addition to quit, of course). I'll use this 2nd level of roll to post status of my fatness reduction efforts. Mission: Lean Mean Basterd.Quote from: LubyX2Quote from: eafmanOkay colonel and Phil4. Of course this applies to the rest of you Bastards if you want to join in. I modified the spreadsheet to indicate whether you hit your personal goal or not. Keeping in mind the the QUIT is our true and undeniable goal, make sure you post your quit every day. I will strike a green that you made your promis for the day. If you hit your personal goal then indicate on your roll call. I will make the cell indicate blue. Blue means not only did you post roll but hit your personal goal as well.And once again eaf deserves our gratitude for taking care of the spread sheet and just by being his general bad ass self. You rock eaf, thanks for every thing.
I usually look at the last roll call of the day when I update the spreadsheet, so try to make your comment by then by editing your roll or PM me.Â
As always if I miss or make and erro let me know!
Go Basterds!!!!
Thanks again, eaf.
Phil
(1) I will take 30 minutes a day to play with my boys individually (at least) without a tv, phone, etc. to distract me.
(2) I will run at least a mile every day.
(3) I will take 10 minutes to have a conversation with my wife telling her how much she means to me.
(4) I will text one quit brother out of the blue just to say hi, and see how he's doing.
I like where this is going.
So, this is 6 months quit...This may be dated, but is one of the most heartfelt, kickass wake up calls I've seen on the site. Thanks, WP, for being so candid on this. I'm going through a rough patch (Day 30 here) right now and it seems like you have had similar bouts in your journey(s).
I really thought CNC, Moe, and myself were clear that being a retread is not all the fun and games people make it out to be. We screamed how important it is to post roll everyday. We've practiced it for close to 200 days now. Yet, the basterds keep falling off roll one by one.
It pisses me off because I fell off the posting wagon early in 2007. I stopped posting around 150 days in that stoppage. I didn't cave right away. I was "quit"!
In the next 850 plus days, my brain began ridding itself of my addict thoughts. It started with the nicotine cravings and ended with the tools I learned that kept me quit. The greatest lie ever is an addict convincing himself he's cured.
I never planned caved. I got drunk, and I asked to bum one off of my friend. It was that simple. No warning lights went off. I hadn't even thought about the site in quite a while. I said "That sounds good" and I was off. I didn't feel bad afterwards either. It was gross, and I spit it out fairly quickly.
I did not think about it again for about a week. Unfortunately, I started a timer in my body that was going to lead to it returning to a dependent state.
The next week, the nic bitch was in my ear.
Scott....you're the man. You used to chew all the time. Not anymore. Hell, you chewed last week with no cravings or thoughts of it until now. It's true. You can't get re-addicted with just one. In fact...I bet you could chew with your friends now. Just don't buy a can...
So I did.
Everytime I saw my friends, I was chewing again. Until they got pissed over all the bumming I was doing...
Scott...It's not fair these guys have to give up their hard earned money all the time. Would you be happy if they kept coming over and drinking your beer? Just buy a can and toss it afterwards. Kara will never know...
So I did.
I bought a can for $4.50 everytime I went out with my friends (or I was drinking and my wife wasn't around). I would have 3-4 chews a night on these occasions (1 night a week) for the next month or so. At first, I'd toss the can the moment I got in the car. Gradually, it was as I was pulling into my neighborhood.
Until one day...
Scott...Are you really going to waste that? You have a good $3.00 worth of chew. You can keep it in your car and just get out when you're going out with your friends. That's just being thrifty, man. You're strong, and it's not like you're re-addicted....
So I did.
I put the can in the glove compartment and would forget about it until I was going out (until tax season started though). Tax season sucks. You give up 3 good months of your life and everybody in it. I was working much more, and my stress level was through the roof. One night, as I was coming home from work at 1:30 am, my can beckoned me.
Scott...I can relax you. You still reach for me out of habit when you get stuck on a tax return. I've always been there to help you out, and I'm willing to do it again. As long as you're not chewing at home, you're fine. That's how you can stay control of me, ok?
So I did.
By March of 2010, I was back to chewing as much as I could. I didn't see my wife that often, and would sneak downstairs to "work on taxes". When I did see her, we were in bed, waking up from the bed, or eating a meal.
I was chewing all day long, but I wasn't re-addicted. Nope...I was in control.
Yet I had started chewing at home because I wanted to.
I didn't care anymore. I liked chewing. It relaxed me. It made me a better worker. It took the edge off. And I was dreading April 15 because it meant I was going to have to be home more and I could not go an entire evening without chewing.
My wife had just cleaned the kitchen floor. I had been putting in chews over the garbage can to assure there was no sprinkles on the floor. I missed that day. She grabbed a napkin, and started picking it up. She looked at it, and asked me if I had anything I wanted to tell her. I told her I started chewing again. It felt great to be free.
She was pissed.
I didn't care. I now had an excuse to chew all day long, everyday. No fucking hiding it. No pretending that I'm quit. Just cancer weed all day long.
It took me from October 25, 2009 to March 2010 for this process to complete. It wasn't overnight. It was a series of compromises I made with myself. I never craved initially. I never thought about the negative consequences or the board. It was a sneaky process, but deep down I knew. I knew the path I was on.
I am 184 days quit today. I have yet to miss a roll call.
That was my promise to myself when I returned. I forgot everything last time because I stopped posting roll. I stopped reminding myself how bad I was beforehand, and I stopped soiling nicotine's name. I forgot.
I will never forget again because I don't want to fucking do this again. There's way too good of a life that exists outside of a physically addicted state. I can run around with my boys. I don't have to explain what "Skoal Straight" is to a 7 year old. I don't have sneak a chew in before coaching his tee ball team. I don't have to pre-plan to kiss my wife. My temperature doesn't go up to 175 degrees the moment I am done eating. I don't wake up with that shit on my face. My shower doesn't clog because I 've spit a wad into the drain. Clients don't give me wierd looks when they realize I am, in fact, sporting a fatty in a meeting.
I give 30 seconds each morning for that freedom. There are no compromises on that. A cave is a compromise wrapped in lies. The rules are simple:
(1) Post roll.
(2) Stay quit.
(3) Repeat.
Please tell me where there is room to compromise in there. If you skip step 1, then are you supposed to skip it all the time since step 3 is "repeat"? How long until you start skipping step 2? 850 days?
Best.Return On Investment.Ever.
sent you a pm Russ.....Quote from: wastepanelSo, this is 6 months quit...This may be dated, but is one of the most heartfelt, kickass wake up calls I've seen on the site. Thanks, WP, for being so candid on this. I'm going through a rough patch (Day 30 here) right now and it seems like you have had similar bouts in your journey(s).
I really thought CNC, Moe, and myself were clear that being a retread is not all the fun and games people make it out to be. We screamed how important it is to post roll everyday. We've practiced it for close to 200 days now. Yet, the basterds keep falling off roll one by one.
It pisses me off because I fell off the posting wagon early in 2007. I stopped posting around 150 days in that stoppage. I didn't cave right away. I was "quit"!
In the next 850 plus days, my brain began ridding itself of my addict thoughts. It started with the nicotine cravings and ended with the tools I learned that kept me quit. The greatest lie ever is an addict convincing himself he's cured.Â
I never planned caved. I got drunk, and I asked to bum one off of my friend. It was that simple. No warning lights went off. I hadn't even thought about the site in quite a while. I said "That sounds good" and I was off. I didn't feel bad afterwards either. It was gross, and I spit it out fairly quickly.
I did not think about it again for about a week. Unfortunately, I started a timer in my body that was going to lead to it returning to a dependent state.
The next week, the nic bitch was in my ear.
Scott....you're the man. You used to chew all the time. Not anymore. Hell, you chewed last week with no cravings or thoughts of it until now. It's true. You can't get re-addicted with just one. In fact...I bet you could chew with your friends now. Just don't buy a can...
So I did.Â
Everytime I saw my friends, I was chewing again. Until they got pissed over all the bumming I was doing...
Scott...It's not fair these guys have to give up their hard earned money all the time. Would you be happy if they kept coming over and drinking your beer? Just buy a can and toss it afterwards. Kara will never know...
So I did.
I bought a can for $4.50 everytime I went out with my friends (or I was drinking and my wife wasn't around). I would have 3-4 chews a night on these occasions (1 night a week) for the next month or so. At first, I'd toss the can the moment I got in the car. Gradually, it was as I was pulling into my neighborhood.
Until one day...
Scott...Are you really going to waste that? You have a good $3.00 worth of chew. You can keep it in your car and just get out when you're going out with your friends. That's just being thrifty, man. You're strong, and it's not like you're re-addicted....
So I did.
I put the can in the glove compartment and would forget about it until I was going out (until tax season started though). Tax season sucks. You give up 3 good months of your life and everybody in it. I was working much more, and my stress level was through the roof. One night, as I was coming home from work at 1:30 am, my can beckoned me.
Scott...I can relax you. You still reach for me out of habit when you get stuck on a tax return. I've always been there to help you out, and I'm willing to do it again. As long as you're not chewing at home, you're fine. That's how you can stay control of me, ok?
So I did.
By March of 2010, I was back to chewing as much as I could. I didn't see my wife that often, and would sneak downstairs to "work on taxes". When I did see her, we were in bed, waking up from the bed, or eating a meal.Â
I was chewing all day long, but I wasn't re-addicted. Nope...I was in control.
Yet I had started chewing at home because I wanted to.
I didn't care anymore. I liked chewing. It relaxed me. It made me a better worker. It took the edge off. And I was dreading April 15 because it meant I was going to have to be home more and I could not go an entire evening without chewing.
My wife had just cleaned the kitchen floor. I had been putting in chews over the garbage can to assure there was no sprinkles on the floor. I missed that day. She grabbed a napkin, and started picking it up. She looked at it, and asked me if I had anything I wanted to tell her. I told her I started chewing again. It felt great to be free.
She was pissed.
I didn't care. I now had an excuse to chew all day long, everyday. No fucking hiding it. No pretending that I'm quit. Just cancer weed all day long.
It took me from October 25, 2009 to March 2010 for this process to complete. It wasn't overnight. It was a series of compromises I made with myself. I never craved initially. I never thought about the negative consequences or the board. It was a sneaky process, but deep down I knew. I knew the path I was on.
I am 184 days quit today. I have yet to miss a roll call.Â
That was my promise to myself when I returned. I forgot everything last time because I stopped posting roll. I stopped reminding myself how bad I was beforehand, and I stopped soiling nicotine's name. I forgot.
I will never forget again because I don't want to fucking do this again. There's way too good of a life that exists outside of a physically addicted state. I can run around with my boys. I don't have to explain what "Skoal Straight" is to a 7 year old. I don't have sneak a chew in before coaching his tee ball team. I don't have to pre-plan to kiss my wife. My temperature doesn't go up to 175 degrees the moment I am done eating. I don't wake up with that shit on my face. My shower doesn't clog because I 've spit a wad into the drain. Clients don't give me wierd looks when they realize I am, in fact, sporting a fatty in a meeting.
I give 30 seconds each morning for that freedom. There are no compromises on that. A cave is a compromise wrapped in lies. The rules are simple:
(1)Â Post roll.
(2)Â Stay quit.
(3)Â Repeat.
Please tell me where there is room to compromise in there. If you skip step 1, then are you supposed to skip it all the time since step 3 is "repeat"?  How long until you start skipping step 2? 850 days?Â
Best.Return On Investment.Ever.
Also, my shitty replies on your thread around Feb 29 -- call that quit rage. What an ass, my apologies.
--Russ
The little blue engine looked up at the hill.Written by Shel Silverstein
His light was weak, his whistle was shrill.
He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
So he started up with a chug and a strain,
And he puffed and pulled with might and main.
And slowly he climbed, a foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he whispered soft,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
With a squeak and a creak and a toot and a sigh,
With an extra hope and an extra try,
He would not stop — now he neared the top —
And strong and proud he cried out loud,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!”
He was almost there, when — CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
He slid down and mashed into engine hash
On the rocks belowÂ… which goes to show
If the track is tough and the hill is rough,
THINKING you can just ainÂ’t enough!
Wow - talk about memories. I was a huge Silverstein fan and had most of his books growing up.QuoteThe little blue engine looked up at the hill.Written by Shel Silverstein
His light was weak, his whistle was shrill.
He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
So he started up with a chug and a strain,
And he puffed and pulled with might and main.
And slowly he climbed, a foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he whispered soft,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
With a squeak and a creak and a toot and a sigh,
With an extra hope and an extra try,
He would not stop — now he neared the top —
And strong and proud he cried out loud,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!”
He was almost there, when — CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
He slid down and mashed into engine hash
On the rocks belowÂ… which goes to show
If the track is tough and the hill is rough,
THINKING you can just ainÂ’t enough!
Published in “Where the Sidewalk Ends”
Good for me to read. Thanks.Quote from: wastepanelWow - talk about memories. I was a huge Silverstein fan and had most of his books growing up.QuoteThe little blue engine looked up at the hill.Written by Shel Silverstein
His light was weak, his whistle was shrill.
He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
So he started up with a chug and a strain,
And he puffed and pulled with might and main.
And slowly he climbed, a foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he whispered soft,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
With a squeak and a creak and a toot and a sigh,
With an extra hope and an extra try,
He would not stop — now he neared the top —
And strong and proud he cried out loud,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!”
He was almost there, when — CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
He slid down and mashed into engine hash
On the rocks belowÂ… which goes to show
If the track is tough and the hill is rough,
THINKING you can just ainÂ’t enough!
Published in “Where the Sidewalk Ends”
Amazing how fitting this is to the quit.
Another great way to keep our addiction in perspective, our tracks will have hills and valleys but the ride will get smoother but never let your guard down!!!!!Quote from: jost2brownGood for me to read. Thanks.Quote from: wastepanelWow - talk about memories. I was a huge Silverstein fan and had most of his books growing up.QuoteThe little blue engine looked up at the hill.Written by Shel Silverstein
His light was weak, his whistle was shrill.
He was tired and small, and the hill was tall,
And his face blushed red as he softly said,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
So he started up with a chug and a strain,
And he puffed and pulled with might and main.
And slowly he climbed, a foot at a time,
And his engine coughed as he whispered soft,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.”
With a squeak and a creak and a toot and a sigh,
With an extra hope and an extra try,
He would not stop — now he neared the top —
And strong and proud he cried out loud,
“I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!”
He was almost there, when — CRASH! SMASH! BASH!
He slid down and mashed into engine hash
On the rocks belowÂ… which goes to show
If the track is tough and the hill is rough,
THINKING you can just ainÂ’t enough!
Published in “Where the Sidewalk Ends”
Amazing how fitting this is to the quit.
Day 283Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Day 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
You'd be raping astronauts?Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Fuck raping astronauts. I've seen a movie that told me that's a bad fucking idea. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75iDMt0_xf0)Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeYou'd be raping astronauts?Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Posting Roll for me stopped being a burden a whike ago.Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
'clap'Quote from: Colonel_No_CopePosting Roll for me stopped being a burden a whike ago.Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Posting Roll is an Honor.
So is quitting with you, Scott.
And you WILL be hearing from me if you ever try to leave.
I'll blow up your phone, too.Quote from: noonelikesaquitter'clap'Quote from: Colonel_No_CopePosting Roll for me stopped being a burden a whike ago.Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Posting Roll is an Honor.
So is quitting with you, Scott.
And you WILL be hearing from me if you ever try to leave.
Well done and I agree. I'll be right there with you.
Everyday an addict reminds himself he is an addict is a day an addict earns another day of freedom. I guess today i am stranded with you on the island of quitville. No boat available. No boat necessary. Thanks for the reminder.Quote from: AglawyerI'll blow up your phone, too.Quote from: noonelikesaquitter'clap'Quote from: Colonel_No_CopePosting Roll for me stopped being a burden a whike ago.Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Posting Roll is an Honor.
So is quitting with you, Scott.
And you WILL be hearing from me if you ever try to leave.
Well done and I agree. I'll be right there with you.
Fag.
He'd be easy enough to find... just check the newspapers.Quote from: Colonel_No_CopePosting Roll for me stopped being a burden a whike ago.Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Posting Roll is an Honor.
So is quitting with you, Scott.
And you WILL be hearing from me if you ever try to leave.
everyone should read this, your right it is a honor to post roll and walk the hallowed halls with your fellow quittersQuote from: noonelikesaquitterHe'd be easy enough to find... just check the newspapers.Quote from: Colonel_No_CopePosting Roll for me stopped being a burden a whike ago.Quote from: wastepanelDay 283I am right there with you brother, you'll never hear me utter those words... and I am tired of hearing them from others.
I have posted roll everyday for 283 days in October 2011. I have posted roll in multiple other groups as well. Sometimes, I was offering support. Other times, I felt obligated to.
It doesn't matter my reasons. I have done it religiously for 283 days. I have only posted my roll via text during one period of time in that 283 days: when I hopped up on painkillers after my surgery.
I post roll because it is my obligation to keep my quit strong.
Forever is a scary, appealing concept. It is scary because it entails your whole fucking life. Fuck. I'm 34. If I kept all my promises from 20 years ago, I'd be rapping astronaut (that still played Transformers).Â
We all change.
We put away our toys. We live in reality. We have mortgages.
Our quits have to change with us as well.
Our addicted brains will use this word "Forever" as a sword and as a weak point in our armor.Â
I am quit today. I am strong as hell in my quit, and I feel like I'll be quit forever. It is beautiful to wake up without sore gums. It is wonderful not have to find my can first thing in the morning because it got shoved down a couch cushion the night before. I can hold meetings without having to pre-plan beforehand, and stuff my face afterwards. I don't have to justify to myself that I should just leave the chew in during the meeting because I'll be calmer.
It's this strength that leads to this statement:
FUCK YOU, YOU NASTY ASS WHORE. YOU WILL NOT PULL A JEDI MIND TRICK ON MY ASS AND HELP ME FORGET AGAIN. I AM FUCKING QUIT. I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME BEFORE AND IT WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. I POST ROLL EVERYDAY TO KEEP YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY FACE. I WILL DO THIS EVERYDAY, WITHOUT EXCEPTION. IT IS MY DUTY TO MYSELF, MY FAMILY, AND ALL OF MY QUIT BROTHERS TO DO THIS. I DO THIS BECAUSE I HAVE TO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER OR ALL OF THIS IS FOR NAUGHT.
BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT? NOT ONLY AM I GOING TO NOT LET YOU HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERY BADASS MOTHER FUCKER THAT WANTS TO STOP SEEING YOUR PATHETIC ASS IS ARMED WITH MY EXPERIENCES. I DO THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO. IT'S BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. I WILL NOT LET YOU CLAIM ANOTHER THAT WANTS TO BE FREE.
SO, GO AHEAD. TELL ME HOW STRONG I AM AND THAT I WASN'T LIKE THIS WHEN WE WERE TOGETHER. IT'S BECAUSE I WASN'T. YOU HELD ME DOWN. YOU MADE ME A SNIVELING LITTLE TURD WITH TURDS STUCK IN HIS LIPS. TELL ME I'LL BE ABLE TO WALK AWAY FROM THE BOARD BECAUSE I'M STRONGER I HAVE XXX DAYS QUIT. FUCK YOU YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT.
I KNOW FUCKING BETTER.
Gentlemen,
If I ever, ever, ever say the words "I won't be posting anymore because...", I want all of you to blow up my phone. I have 60 numbers in my phone, and I want a text from everybody. I want PM's and emails shooting from my computer. I want facebook posts all over my front page asking what day I'm on. I want to have to change telephone numbers in order stick with my decision. I want you guys to be relentless in your pursuit. If I refuse to post on the board, ask for my promise via text.
I'm so tired of reading about vets that are "tired" of posting roll. We tell our new quitters they have to post everyday. Did you miss that speech? What kind of fucking examples are we when we talk about how much of a chore it is to do?Â
It's not a fucking chore.
It's an honor.
Posting Roll is an Honor.
So is quitting with you, Scott.
And you WILL be hearing from me if you ever try to leave.
He would be under the headline, "Man hospitalized by crazed Army Colonel after a very brief 'discussion' concerning nicotine!!!"
The victim was heard uttering, "whats your boggle Colonel? I'm not leaving."
The assailant turned himself in shortly after calling 911 and a number of "brothers" from some exclusive fraternal club. He waited for the ambulance before allowing the police to take him downtown.
His only comment to the reporters on scene was, "well, I just had to re-align my brothers thinking... he's good now. Tell NOLAQ, I got it covered."
The identity of this "NOLAQ" person is unknown, and the name of the assailant is being withheld by police under pressure from an organization known as KTC.
Day 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Great words from my quit brother, mentor, coach, hero, and best of all... my personal friend.Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
Well Done WP!!!Quote from: rgross298x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
Waste, your avatar still scares the living shit out of me. However, in my short time here, I know under that avatar, with the no-nonsense straight talk you offer, is a man who cares about others. If we are on the same side, I don't tremble but have more confidence that we will win this.Quote from: Scowick65Well Done WP!!!Quote from: rgross298x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
the nic-bitch like a cock juggling thundercunt.'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
So goddamn proud to be a basterd with you waste. I love KTC for moments like this, and for about a million other reasons. But this is damn special for me, I've made a friend for life and I am proud to quit every day with my friend "waste"Quote from: razd611Waste, your avatar still scares the living shit out of me. However, in my short time here, I know under that avatar, with the no-nonsense straight talk you offer, is a man who cares about others. If we are on the same side, I don't tremble but have more confidence that we will win this.Quote from: Scowick65Well Done WP!!!Quote from: rgross298x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
Congrats on milestone 300. That is pretty bad-ass. Your reputation to me is that of a bad-ass so I wouldn't expect anything less.
I am conflicted, I wish I never would have touched the stuff but in my healing, I never would have been able to battle with you guys. So I am no longer sad that I am an addict. I am grateful to go to battle every day with the likes of you on this site.
Happy 300. Never let me pass you.
Nicely done!Quote from: Mthomas3824So goddamn proud to be a basterd with you waste. I love KTC for moments like this, and for about a million other reasons. But this is damn special for me, I've made a friend for life and I am proud to quit every day with my friend "waste"Quote from: razd611Waste, your avatar still scares the living shit out of me. However, in my short time here, I know under that avatar, with the no-nonsense straight talk you offer, is a man who cares about others. If we are on the same side, I don't tremble but have more confidence that we will win this.Quote from: Scowick65Well Done WP!!!Quote from: rgross298x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
Congrats on milestone 300. That is pretty bad-ass. Your reputation to me is that of a bad-ass so I wouldn't expect anything less.
I am conflicted, I wish I never would have touched the stuff but in my healing, I never would have been able to battle with you guys. So I am no longer sad that I am an addict. I am grateful to go to battle every day with the likes of you on this site.
Happy 300. Never let me pass you.
Good stuff right there bud...Quote from: LubyNicely done!Quote from: Mthomas3824So goddamn proud to be a basterd with you waste. I love KTC for moments like this, and for about a million other reasons. But this is damn special for me, I've made a friend for life and I am proud to quit every day with my friend "waste"Quote from: razd611Waste, your avatar still scares the living shit out of me. However, in my short time here, I know under that avatar, with the no-nonsense straight talk you offer, is a man who cares about others. If we are on the same side, I don't tremble but have more confidence that we will win this.Quote from: Scowick65Well Done WP!!!Quote from: rgross298x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
Congrats on milestone 300. That is pretty bad-ass. Your reputation to me is that of a bad-ass so I wouldn't expect anything less.
I am conflicted, I wish I never would have touched the stuff but in my healing, I never would have been able to battle with you guys. So I am no longer sad that I am an addict. I am grateful to go to battle every day with the likes of you on this site.
Happy 300. Never let me pass you.
wiser words have not been said.....Quote from: AglawyerGood stuff right there bud...Quote from: LubyNicely done!Quote from: Mthomas3824So goddamn proud to be a basterd with you waste. I love KTC for moments like this, and for about a million other reasons. But this is damn special for me, I've made a friend for life and I am proud to quit every day with my friend "waste"Quote from: razd611Waste, your avatar still scares the living shit out of me. However, in my short time here, I know under that avatar, with the no-nonsense straight talk you offer, is a man who cares about others. If we are on the same side, I don't tremble but have more confidence that we will win this.Quote from: Scowick65Well Done WP!!!Quote from: rgross298x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
Congrats on milestone 300. That is pretty bad-ass. Your reputation to me is that of a bad-ass so I wouldn't expect anything less.
I am conflicted, I wish I never would have touched the stuff but in my healing, I never would have been able to battle with you guys. So I am no longer sad that I am an addict. I am grateful to go to battle every day with the likes of you on this site.
Happy 300. Never let me pass you.
'clap'Quote from: pacertomwiser words have not been said.....Quote from: AglawyerGood stuff right there bud...Quote from: LubyNicely done!Quote from: Mthomas3824So goddamn proud to be a basterd with you waste. I love KTC for moments like this, and for about a million other reasons. But this is damn special for me, I've made a friend for life and I am proud to quit every day with my friend "waste"Quote from: razd611Waste, your avatar still scares the living shit out of me. However, in my short time here, I know under that avatar, with the no-nonsense straight talk you offer, is a man who cares about others. If we are on the same side, I don't tremble but have more confidence that we will win this.Quote from: Scowick65Well Done WP!!!Quote from: rgross298x2Quote from: Grizzly25Waste, you're a cool-ass mofo. Thanks for all of the help and encouragement, you've really changed some lives, man. Keep it rolling and stay strong. I quit with you today.Quote from: Ready'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelDay 300I quit with you today Sir.
The power of this site is held in its brotherhood. Like many fraternal organizations before it, the KTC has secrets that are revealed only with understanding. The words that once were empty to us (and still empty to others) now have meaning. They have memories.
When we first quit, we take because we need it. We devour the information contained on the site. This site becomes our first and our last line of defense. We are fed these words, and at first with unbelieving eyes, complete our days. As we get further into our quits, our blind faith becomes a stark reality. We know that this process works.
When we are vets, we spread this reality to the wide eyed and scared freshly quit. We want them to see, but we can't make them. They will have to see it for themselves. We build quitters up with our experiences, and help them through theirs. We see the wide eyed and scared quitters become more confident in their quits, and we are filled with pride.Â
This pride swells when I see those I helped help others. I see that they "get it" and share the same hatred as I do for the nicotine whore. I know that even though I have not specifically reached out to a quitter, somebody I have worked with has. I have thousands of texts to quitters in my 300 days here, and I know that indirectly, I am responsible for hundreds more.
I could have sat back, posted roll, and walked away everyday for the last 300. But I wouldn't have good friends like Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and the other Basterds from my group. Losing brothers wouldn't effect me. I wouldn't have reached out or spent the time with some great badass groups that followed me. I wouldn't be part of the brotherhood. I would not have given it my all. I would not have protected my quit.
I'd like to thank every vet, mod, and admin on this site. When I came here 300 days ago, you beat me to a pulp. I was pathetic. I needed it. I thought I knew about quitting, and I was wrong. I didn't think you knew anything about long term quitting. I figured out later there was no long term quitting. There's only today. Keep posting. I don't want to catch up to you.
Congrats on the 300.
Congrats on 300!!!!
Once again great words that many need to read!!
Congrats on milestone 300. That is pretty bad-ass. Your reputation to me is that of a bad-ass so I wouldn't expect anything less.
I am conflicted, I wish I never would have touched the stuff but in my healing, I never would have been able to battle with you guys. So I am no longer sad that I am an addict. I am grateful to go to battle every day with the likes of you on this site.
Happy 300. Never let me pass you.
we all help each other...
TCOPE
Take what you need.
Leave the rest.
If you give 100% in your quit, I'll help you protect it. If you give any less, good luck.
We are brothers, and we need to stand beside each other. Push hard, but don't push too hard. Show some damn feelings. It ain't going to hurt ya.
Well said Wastepanel!Quote from: wastepanelTake what you need.
Leave the rest.
If you give 100% in your quit, I'll help you protect it. If you give any less, good luck.
We are brothers, and we need to stand beside each other. Push hard, but don't push too hard. Show some damn feelings. It ain't going to hurt ya.
WP, you have boiled it down and have the concentrated extract of quit!!
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: CBird65Well said Wastepanel!Quote from: wastepanelTake what you need.
Leave the rest.
If you give 100% in your quit, I'll help you protect it. If you give any less, good luck.
We are brothers, and we need to stand beside each other. Push hard, but don't push too hard. Show some damn feelings. It ain't going to hurt ya.
WP, you have boiled it down and have the concentrated extract of quit!!
Quitting is a scary, scary decision to make.Very well put yet again!
In order to quit, you have to be prepared to give up your former life as a user. You are no longer defined by your brand. You are simply quit. The chains that have shackled you in the dungeon are thrown aside and the sunlight of freedom burns your eyes initially. Your skin and bones ache, but you are free.
It is your responsibility to stay free.
When you are a prisoner, you are given all of your meals to you. Now, you must feed yourself. When you are a prisoner, you can feel protected from the world because you are not actually living life. Life hurts sometimes, and the hurting makes you stronger. You cannot grow without breaking down some barriers. When you are a prisoner, there is no adjustments. You know your life. It does not change. When you are free, life is about change. It is about hope. It is about adventure.
It is so easy to want to take the easy routes in life; to accept the shelter, food, and contentment that prison life can give us.
But it feels fucking awesome to earn those things yourself.
All you have to do is want it.
Tony Stark: Uh-huh. Or you'll be suiting up like the rest of us.It's never different. Fear makes you feel different, but we are the same.
Bruce Banner: Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.
Tony Stark: You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart.
[pointing to the energy in his chest plate]
Tony Stark: This stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a terrible privilege.
Bruce Banner: But you can control it.
Tony Stark: Because I learned how.
Bruce Banner: It's different.
I am in, how to put it? AweQuote from: wastepanelQuitting is a scary, scary decision to make.Very well put yet again!
In order to quit, you have to be prepared to give up your former life as a user. You are no longer defined by your brand. You are simply quit. The chains that have shackled you in the dungeon are thrown aside and the sunlight of freedom burns your eyes initially. Your skin and bones ache, but you are free.
It is your responsibility to stay free.
When you are a prisoner, you are given all of your meals to you. Now, you must feed yourself. When you are a prisoner, you can feel protected from the world because you are not actually living life. Life hurts sometimes, and the hurting makes you stronger. You cannot grow without breaking down some barriers. When you are a prisoner, there is no adjustments. You know your life. It does not change. When you are free, life is about change. It is about hope. It is about adventure.
It is so easy to want to take the easy routes in life; to accept the shelter, food, and contentment that prison life can give us.
But it feels fucking awesome to earn those things yourself.
All you have to do is want it.
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'worship'Quote from: Grizzly25I am in, how to put it? AweQuote from: wastepanelQuitting is a scary, scary decision to make.Very well put yet again!
In order to quit, you have to be prepared to give up your former life as a user. You are no longer defined by your brand. You are simply quit. The chains that have shackled you in the dungeon are thrown aside and the sunlight of freedom burns your eyes initially. Your skin and bones ache, but you are free.
It is your responsibility to stay free.
When you are a prisoner, you are given all of your meals to you. Now, you must feed yourself. When you are a prisoner, you can feel protected from the world because you are not actually living life. Life hurts sometimes, and the hurting makes you stronger. You cannot grow without breaking down some barriers. When you are a prisoner, there is no adjustments. You know your life. It does not change. When you are free, life is about change. It is about hope. It is about adventure.
It is so easy to want to take the easy routes in life; to accept the shelter, food, and contentment that prison life can give us.
But it feels fucking awesome to earn those things yourself.
All you have to do is want it.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
It is "fucking awesome to earn those things yourself"Quote from: dukedog'worship'Quote from: Grizzly25I am in, how to put it? AweQuote from: wastepanelQuitting is a scary, scary decision to make.Very well put yet again!
In order to quit, you have to be prepared to give up your former life as a user. You are no longer defined by your brand. You are simply quit. The chains that have shackled you in the dungeon are thrown aside and the sunlight of freedom burns your eyes initially. Your skin and bones ache, but you are free.
It is your responsibility to stay free.
When you are a prisoner, you are given all of your meals to you. Now, you must feed yourself. When you are a prisoner, you can feel protected from the world because you are not actually living life. Life hurts sometimes, and the hurting makes you stronger. You cannot grow without breaking down some barriers. When you are a prisoner, there is no adjustments. You know your life. It does not change. When you are free, life is about change. It is about hope. It is about adventure.
It is so easy to want to take the easy routes in life; to accept the shelter, food, and contentment that prison life can give us.
But it feels fucking awesome to earn those things yourself.
All you have to do is want it.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
That post gets my praise. Great insight.
I fucking hate you guys sometimes.Dude, sounds like you need to drink more or less depending on the situation. Either that or you need to get laid. Freud would have a field day with this dream.
Last night, I had this dream where I was in line at an outdoor grocery store. It was crowded, and this beautiful woman kept bumping into me over and over. I finally let her go in front of me in the line because my foot hurt. I immediately began staring at her.
She took a couple steps back to unload her cart, and again, bumped into me. She held there, turned her head provocatively, and began whispering to me and pressing against me.
I was ready to leave my cart, this line, and this store and go whereever she wanted to finish this when the cashier asked me how many days I was married. I looked up stunned, and he was glaring back at me. I said I wasn't sure, and that it was 10 years this past February. He looked at me annoyed and told me that I'm not really "married". I'm just not fucking anybody else. He said that he wasn't going to let me ruin my stoppage with this whore.
I sent her on her way, and woke up pissed.
Even my wet dreams are fucking quit related in some way. Thanks fuckers.
A new quitter approached a vet and said, “I want to quit and one day be at your level.” The vet said, “if you want to be at the same level I am, meet me at the beach tomorrow at 4:00am.”ÂI am on both sides of this fight today.
“The beach? I want to quit, I don’t want to swim.”
The vet said, “if you want to quit, I’ll meet you at the beach. 4:00am.”
So the rookie got to the beach at 4:00am, ready to quit, wearing his suit. The vet grabbed his hand, looked him in the eye, and asked, “how bad do you want to quit?”
Â
“Really bad.”
“So walk out into the water.”
The rookie walks out into the cold ocean until he’s waist deep thinking, “This dude’s crazy. I want to quit, and he has me swimming. I don’t want to get in shape or be a lifeguard, I want to quit.” The vet follows the rookie into the water, and as he catches up to the rookie, he tells him to go out further.
Now neck deep, the rookie turns and asks the vet what to do next. “How bad do you want to quit?”
“I already told you, really fucking bad.”
“So go out a little further.”
As the water rises up over the rookies chin, and as the rookie is again questioning the sanity of the vet, the vet pounces, holding the rookies head under water. The rookie doesn’t stay under easily, and fighting for his life, punches, kicks, and bites the vet; the vet stays in place and continues holds the rookie under despite the assault.
Just as the rookie was beginning to weaken and lose consciousness, the vet pulls him back up out of the water and into the sweet morning air. “What the fuck was that? I ask for help quitting, and THIS is what I get? Fuck you and your quit.”
The vet, having been through this many times before, said, “I have a question for you: when you were under water what did you want to do?”
“Breathe.”
“Until you want to quit as badly as you wanted to breathe, you’ll never be successful. It has to be the single most important thing in your life to the exclusion of all other distractions. When you can achieve that, you will not only be quit, you will remain quit.”
Fucking A...Quote from: DChogsA new quitter approached a vet and said, “I want to quit and one day be at your level.” The vet said, “if you want to be at the same level I am, meet me at the beach tomorrow at 4:00am.”ÂI am on both sides of this fight today.
“The beach? I want to quit, I don’t want to swim.”
The vet said, “if you want to quit, I’ll meet you at the beach. 4:00am.”
So the rookie got to the beach at 4:00am, ready to quit, wearing his suit. The vet grabbed his hand, looked him in the eye, and asked, “how bad do you want to quit?”
Â
“Really bad.”
“So walk out into the water.”
The rookie walks out into the cold ocean until he’s waist deep thinking, “This dude’s crazy. I want to quit, and he has me swimming. I don’t want to get in shape or be a lifeguard, I want to quit.” The vet follows the rookie into the water, and as he catches up to the rookie, he tells him to go out further.
Now neck deep, the rookie turns and asks the vet what to do next. “How bad do you want to quit?”
“I already told you, really fucking bad.”
“So go out a little further.”
As the water rises up over the rookies chin, and as the rookie is again questioning the sanity of the vet, the vet pounces, holding the rookies head under water. The rookie doesn’t stay under easily, and fighting for his life, punches, kicks, and bites the vet; the vet stays in place and continues holds the rookie under despite the assault.
Just as the rookie was beginning to weaken and lose consciousness, the vet pulls him back up out of the water and into the sweet morning air. “What the fuck was that? I ask for help quitting, and THIS is what I get? Fuck you and your quit.”
The vet, having been through this many times before, said, “I have a question for you: when you were under water what did you want to do?”
“Breathe.”
“Until you want to quit as badly as you wanted to breathe, you’ll never be successful. It has to be the single most important thing in your life to the exclusion of all other distractions. When you can achieve that, you will not only be quit, you will remain quit.”
On one hand, I will always feel insecure about my quit. My strength and resolve to quit are strong, but sometimes I need to remember how damn badly I needed to want this initially. I forget this, and I forget how damn scary quitting can be sometimes.
We rage. We cry. We fight. We claw. We become stones.
But still we quit.
This drug that we chose to use ravages our body for the first few days, and fucks with our minds for God-knows how long after that. In previous stoppages, we used the pettiest arguments to go back to using just to feel "normal" again. Our friends and family see us and just want the normalcy back and for us to stop hurting. We can become isolated very easily in those first few days, and quitting can be the loneliest of endeavours.
But still we quit.
And life gets better.
We begin living our lives. We now have new "habits" that are not based on our usage but on what we want to do. Quitting does not get easier. We get stronger, and we use our strength to try other tasks we have wanted to do but were afraid to fail. We learn that life is not taken as a whole, but it's a day by day miracle. Learn from your past. Fuck tomorrow. Live for today. We begin enjoying each day again, and we want to see others make the same progress. We begin teaching because it makes us feel good about what we did by freeing another slave.
There are bumps, and there are bruises. Quitting is not easiest tasks sometimes, and it will beat you to your knees some days. It will leave you curled up in the fetal position on occasion. It will make you cry.
But it's not about how hard you fight back; it's whether you can keep moving forward.
For those of you quit, keep moving forward. I never fucking want to catch a vet, and I never want a newbie to catch me. Keep up the fight, and fuck tomorrow. Today is your day. Go out and get it.
For those of you not quit, this is not easy. This is hard, and you have to want it more than you want anything else in your life. You have to be willing to put in the work now to get stronger. You can do this, and we'll have your back whether you want us to or not. You promise today. You keep your word today. Your quit will take care of itself.
Can I get an amen from the congregation! !!Quote from: wastepanelFucking A...Quote from: DChogsA new quitter approached a vet and said, “I want to quit and one day be at your level.” The vet said, “if you want to be at the same level I am, meet me at the beach tomorrow at 4:00am.”ÂI am on both sides of this fight today.
“The beach? I want to quit, I don’t want to swim.”
The vet said, “if you want to quit, I’ll meet you at the beach. 4:00am.”
So the rookie got to the beach at 4:00am, ready to quit, wearing his suit. The vet grabbed his hand, looked him in the eye, and asked, “how bad do you want to quit?”
Â
“Really bad.”
“So walk out into the water.”
The rookie walks out into the cold ocean until he’s waist deep thinking, “This dude’s crazy. I want to quit, and he has me swimming. I don’t want to get in shape or be a lifeguard, I want to quit.” The vet follows the rookie into the water, and as he catches up to the rookie, he tells him to go out further.
Now neck deep, the rookie turns and asks the vet what to do next. “How bad do you want to quit?”
“I already told you, really fucking bad.”
“So go out a little further.”
As the water rises up over the rookies chin, and as the rookie is again questioning the sanity of the vet, the vet pounces, holding the rookies head under water. The rookie doesn’t stay under easily, and fighting for his life, punches, kicks, and bites the vet; the vet stays in place and continues holds the rookie under despite the assault.
Just as the rookie was beginning to weaken and lose consciousness, the vet pulls him back up out of the water and into the sweet morning air. “What the fuck was that? I ask for help quitting, and THIS is what I get? Fuck you and your quit.”
The vet, having been through this many times before, said, “I have a question for you: when you were under water what did you want to do?”
“Breathe.”
“Until you want to quit as badly as you wanted to breathe, you’ll never be successful. It has to be the single most important thing in your life to the exclusion of all other distractions. When you can achieve that, you will not only be quit, you will remain quit.”
On one hand, I will always feel insecure about my quit. My strength and resolve to quit are strong, but sometimes I need to remember how damn badly I needed to want this initially. I forget this, and I forget how damn scary quitting can be sometimes.
We rage. We cry. We fight. We claw. We become stones.
But still we quit.
This drug that we chose to use ravages our body for the first few days, and fucks with our minds for God-knows how long after that. In previous stoppages, we used the pettiest arguments to go back to using just to feel "normal" again. Our friends and family see us and just want the normalcy back and for us to stop hurting. We can become isolated very easily in those first few days, and quitting can be the loneliest of endeavours.
But still we quit.
And life gets better.
We begin living our lives. We now have new "habits" that are not based on our usage but on what we want to do. Quitting does not get easier. We get stronger, and we use our strength to try other tasks we have wanted to do but were afraid to fail. We learn that life is not taken as a whole, but it's a day by day miracle. Learn from your past. Fuck tomorrow. Live for today. We begin enjoying each day again, and we want to see others make the same progress. We begin teaching because it makes us feel good about what we did by freeing another slave.
There are bumps, and there are bruises. Quitting is not easiest tasks sometimes, and it will beat you to your knees some days. It will leave you curled up in the fetal position on occasion. It will make you cry.
But it's not about how hard you fight back; it's whether you can keep moving forward.
For those of you quit, keep moving forward. I never fucking want to catch a vet, and I never want a newbie to catch me. Keep up the fight, and fuck tomorrow. Today is your day. Go out and get it.
For those of you not quit, this is not easy. This is hard, and you have to want it more than you want anything else in your life. You have to be willing to put in the work now to get stronger. You can do this, and we'll have your back whether you want us to or not. You promise today. You keep your word today. Your quit will take care of itself.
And twice on Sunday.
AMEN Bros!!!Quote from: Colonel_No_CopeCan I get an amen from the congregation! !!Quote from: wastepanelFucking A...Quote from: DChogsA new quitter approached a vet and said, “I want to quit and one day be at your level.” The vet said, “if you want to be at the same level I am, meet me at the beach tomorrow at 4:00am.”ÂI am on both sides of this fight today.
“The beach? I want to quit, I don’t want to swim.”
The vet said, “if you want to quit, I’ll meet you at the beach. 4:00am.”
So the rookie got to the beach at 4:00am, ready to quit, wearing his suit. The vet grabbed his hand, looked him in the eye, and asked, “how bad do you want to quit?”
Â
“Really bad.”
“So walk out into the water.”
The rookie walks out into the cold ocean until he’s waist deep thinking, “This dude’s crazy. I want to quit, and he has me swimming. I don’t want to get in shape or be a lifeguard, I want to quit.” The vet follows the rookie into the water, and as he catches up to the rookie, he tells him to go out further.
Now neck deep, the rookie turns and asks the vet what to do next. “How bad do you want to quit?”
“I already told you, really fucking bad.”
“So go out a little further.”
As the water rises up over the rookies chin, and as the rookie is again questioning the sanity of the vet, the vet pounces, holding the rookies head under water. The rookie doesn’t stay under easily, and fighting for his life, punches, kicks, and bites the vet; the vet stays in place and continues holds the rookie under despite the assault.
Just as the rookie was beginning to weaken and lose consciousness, the vet pulls him back up out of the water and into the sweet morning air. “What the fuck was that? I ask for help quitting, and THIS is what I get? Fuck you and your quit.”
The vet, having been through this many times before, said, “I have a question for you: when you were under water what did you want to do?”
“Breathe.”
“Until you want to quit as badly as you wanted to breathe, you’ll never be successful. It has to be the single most important thing in your life to the exclusion of all other distractions. When you can achieve that, you will not only be quit, you will remain quit.”
On one hand, I will always feel insecure about my quit. My strength and resolve to quit are strong, but sometimes I need to remember how damn badly I needed to want this initially. I forget this, and I forget how damn scary quitting can be sometimes.
We rage. We cry. We fight. We claw. We become stones.
But still we quit.
This drug that we chose to use ravages our body for the first few days, and fucks with our minds for God-knows how long after that. In previous stoppages, we used the pettiest arguments to go back to using just to feel "normal" again. Our friends and family see us and just want the normalcy back and for us to stop hurting. We can become isolated very easily in those first few days, and quitting can be the loneliest of endeavours.
But still we quit.
And life gets better.
We begin living our lives. We now have new "habits" that are not based on our usage but on what we want to do. Quitting does not get easier. We get stronger, and we use our strength to try other tasks we have wanted to do but were afraid to fail. We learn that life is not taken as a whole, but it's a day by day miracle. Learn from your past. Fuck tomorrow. Live for today. We begin enjoying each day again, and we want to see others make the same progress. We begin teaching because it makes us feel good about what we did by freeing another slave.
There are bumps, and there are bruises. Quitting is not easiest tasks sometimes, and it will beat you to your knees some days. It will leave you curled up in the fetal position on occasion. It will make you cry.
But it's not about how hard you fight back; it's whether you can keep moving forward.
For those of you quit, keep moving forward. I never fucking want to catch a vet, and I never want a newbie to catch me. Keep up the fight, and fuck tomorrow. Today is your day. Go out and get it.
For those of you not quit, this is not easy. This is hard, and you have to want it more than you want anything else in your life. You have to be willing to put in the work now to get stronger. You can do this, and we'll have your back whether you want us to or not. You promise today. You keep your word today. Your quit will take care of itself.
And twice on Sunday.
Great stuff brother
It was 5 years ago today that I lost you to cancer.Wow, WOW. Wastepanel, I have never met you and that brought tears to my eyes. Very powerful. I am proud to quit with you.....
Fuck that horrible disease.
You went from a vibrant, plump woman to a shell of what you once were. It was so hard to believe that it was just a few months prior to that that you followed my oldest son around all day smiling and enjoying life.
Then you started getting a fever at night, and feeling "crappy".
You were forced to call me daily and apologize for not having the energy to run after a 3 year old boy. He was your pride and joy, but you just couldn't do it. Kara and I would get upset about all the work we were missing because you would hold out hope that tomorrow would be better, and you'd be back to normal.
You went to many doctors, and they admitted you into the hospital without knowing what was wrong with you. It took about a month to run the necessary tests and observe you to figure out that you had Stage 4 stomach cancer.
On the day that you were told this horrible news, you spoke to me alone and asked me to stop chewing. We had spoken about it before, and I knew how much you hated it, but you kept your mouth shut about my addiction because "I was a big boy". You told me how much greater my chances of contracting the disease was because I not only was genetically predisposed for it, but my usage almost guaranteed that I would contract it. You spoke to your doctor about me, and had confirmed your theory.
I "stopped" 2 days later.
This was a mere few days before they cut you open (on September 11, 2006) and nearly killed you.
They wanted to cut out most of your stomach, most of your liver, some kidneys, intestines, esophagus, and pretty much anything they could just to give you a fighting chance. Stomach cancer is very aggressive, and it spread like wildfire throughout all of your internal organ.
You died on the operating table, and they brought you back. You lived in the ICU for the next week and a half, and then you were strong enough to come home a couple weeks later.
They couldn't touch any of the organs because the tumor was so big so they hit you with chemo and radiation treatments (which, again, almost killed you). It was awful for you, and it was awful to watch. Your hair fell out. You lost 70 pounds. But you were fighting.
It was in February of 2007 that they tried the surgery again, and they successfully removed your entire stomach, part of your lung, and every other organ that was not necessary for you to live a basic, basic life. We were ecstatic because you were a fighter.
It was in April that you spiked a fever.
It was 2 days later that you told me you were going to die.
It was 3 days later I met the hospice workers.
You were a fighter.
You lasted until June 4, 2007 (just under 2 months).
You were a fighter, and it was the bravest fight I've ever seen.
I was 9 months stopped at the time.
You never used a substance that would have done this to you. You abhored nicotine in all forms. Not only did I use it prior to this experience, but I went back to it a few years later. That's how strong this addiction is. It took all of this pain I felt over losing you, bundled it up, and said "Doesn't fucking matter in the grand scheme" and I buried it all in my head. It convinced me that I was different. I am a tougher fighter physically and mentally.
I cry to think of my sons typing this statement one day. I cry to think of my family crying over my loss. Fuck me for being selfish. It's not me that would have to suffer indefinately with grief. I would be gone. They are the ones that would be left dealing with what could have beens.
I am mad. I will never forget my addiction again. I cannot be cured, and I will never be done fighting. But I can do this. I can raise my chances from 100% sure that I will develop it every day that I quit. I have a fucking say in that, but it's not for sure. Those odds will never be zero. I'm battling genetics and my own foolishness. I can't make up for my genetics, but I sure as hell can control my actions.
I choose not to use.
I miss you mom.
It was 5 years ago today that I lost you to cancer.Very powerful brother... I am proud to be quit with you.
Fuck that horrible disease.
You went from a vibrant, plump woman to a shell of what you once were. It was so hard to believe that it was just a few months prior to that that you followed my oldest son around all day smiling and enjoying life.
Then you started getting a fever at night, and feeling "crappy".
You were forced to call me daily and apologize for not having the energy to run after a 3 year old boy. He was your pride and joy, but you just couldn't do it. Kara and I would get upset about all the work we were missing because you would hold out hope that tomorrow would be better, and you'd be back to normal.
You went to many doctors, and they admitted you into the hospital without knowing what was wrong with you. It took about a month to run the necessary tests and observe you to figure out that you had Stage 4 stomach cancer.
On the day that you were told this horrible news, you spoke to me alone and asked me to stop chewing. We had spoken about it before, and I knew how much you hated it, but you kept your mouth shut about my addiction because "I was a big boy". You told me how much greater my chances of contracting the disease was because I not only was genetically predisposed for it, but my usage almost guaranteed that I would contract it. You spoke to your doctor about me, and had confirmed your theory.
I "stopped" 2 days later.
This was a mere few days before they cut you open (on September 11, 2006) and nearly killed you.
They wanted to cut out most of your stomach, most of your liver, some kidneys, intestines, esophagus, and pretty much anything they could just to give you a fighting chance. Stomach cancer is very aggressive, and it spread like wildfire throughout all of your internal organ.
You died on the operating table, and they brought you back. You lived in the ICU for the next week and a half, and then you were strong enough to come home a couple weeks later.
They couldn't touch any of the organs because the tumor was so big so they hit you with chemo and radiation treatments (which, again, almost killed you). It was awful for you, and it was awful to watch. Your hair fell out. You lost 70 pounds. But you were fighting.
It was in February of 2007 that they tried the surgery again, and they successfully removed your entire stomach, part of your lung, and every other organ that was not necessary for you to live a basic, basic life. We were ecstatic because you were a fighter.
It was in April that you spiked a fever.
It was 2 days later that you told me you were going to die.
It was 3 days later I met the hospice workers.
You were a fighter.
You lasted until June 4, 2007 (just under 2 months).
You were a fighter, and it was the bravest fight I've ever seen.
I was 9 months stopped at the time.
You never used a substance that would have done this to you. You abhored nicotine in all forms. Not only did I use it prior to this experience, but I went back to it a few years later. That's how strong this addiction is. It took all of this pain I felt over losing you, bundled it up, and said "Doesn't fucking matter in the grand scheme" and I buried it all in my head. It convinced me that I was different. I am a tougher fighter physically and mentally.
I cry to think of my sons typing this statement one day. I cry to think of my family crying over my loss. Fuck me for being selfish. It's not me that would have to suffer indefinately with grief. I would be gone. They are the ones that would be left dealing with what could have beens.
I am mad. I will never forget my addiction again. I cannot be cured, and I will never be done fighting. But I can do this. I can raise my chances from 100% sure that I will develop it every day that I quit. I have a fucking say in that, but it's not for sure. Those odds will never be zero. I'm battling genetics and my own foolishness. I can't make up for my genetics, but I sure as hell can control my actions.
I choose not to use.
I miss you mom.
It was 5 years ago today that I lost you to cancer.Wow!
Fuck that horrible disease.
You went from a vibrant, plump woman to a shell of what you once were. It was so hard to believe that it was just a few months prior to that that you followed my oldest son around all day smiling and enjoying life.
Then you started getting a fever at night, and feeling "crappy".
You were forced to call me daily and apologize for not having the energy to run after a 3 year old boy. He was your pride and joy, but you just couldn't do it. Kara and I would get upset about all the work we were missing because you would hold out hope that tomorrow would be better, and you'd be back to normal.
You went to many doctors, and they admitted you into the hospital without knowing what was wrong with you. It took about a month to run the necessary tests and observe you to figure out that you had Stage 4 stomach cancer.
On the day that you were told this horrible news, you spoke to me alone and asked me to stop chewing. We had spoken about it before, and I knew how much you hated it, but you kept your mouth shut about my addiction because "I was a big boy". You told me how much greater my chances of contracting the disease was because I not only was genetically predisposed for it, but my usage almost guaranteed that I would contract it. You spoke to your doctor about me, and had confirmed your theory.
I "stopped" 2 days later.
This was a mere few days before they cut you open (on September 11, 2006) and nearly killed you.
They wanted to cut out most of your stomach, most of your liver, some kidneys, intestines, esophagus, and pretty much anything they could just to give you a fighting chance. Stomach cancer is very aggressive, and it spread like wildfire throughout all of your internal organ.
You died on the operating table, and they brought you back. You lived in the ICU for the next week and a half, and then you were strong enough to come home a couple weeks later.
They couldn't touch any of the organs because the tumor was so big so they hit you with chemo and radiation treatments (which, again, almost killed you). It was awful for you, and it was awful to watch. Your hair fell out. You lost 70 pounds. But you were fighting.
It was in February of 2007 that they tried the surgery again, and they successfully removed your entire stomach, part of your lung, and every other organ that was not necessary for you to live a basic, basic life. We were ecstatic because you were a fighter.
It was in April that you spiked a fever.
It was 2 days later that you told me you were going to die.
It was 3 days later I met the hospice workers.
You were a fighter.
You lasted until June 4, 2007 (just under 2 months).
You were a fighter, and it was the bravest fight I've ever seen.
I was 9 months stopped at the time.
You never used a substance that would have done this to you. You abhored nicotine in all forms. Not only did I use it prior to this experience, but I went back to it a few years later. That's how strong this addiction is. It took all of this pain I felt over losing you, bundled it up, and said "Doesn't fucking matter in the grand scheme" and I buried it all in my head. It convinced me that I was different. I am a tougher fighter physically and mentally.
I cry to think of my sons typing this statement one day. I cry to think of my family crying over my loss. Fuck me for being selfish. It's not me that would have to suffer indefinately with grief. I would be gone. They are the ones that would be left dealing with what could have beens.
I am mad. I will never forget my addiction again. I cannot be cured, and I will never be done fighting. But I can do this. I can raise my chances from 100% sure that I will develop it every day that I quit. I have a fucking say in that, but it's not for sure. Those odds will never be zero. I'm battling genetics and my own foolishness. I can't make up for my genetics, but I sure as hell can control my actions.
I choose not to use.
I miss you mom.
Last night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
Fuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
FUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I am living vicariously through you right now. (no homo)Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
Outstanding brother!Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
Thas good shit panel. Good shit.Quote from: Scowick65Outstanding brother!Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I am thinking the video of lockjaw going matrix on the umpire would have been awesome! !!
That gives me so much quit wood,Quote from: Grizzly25Thas good shit panel. Good shit.Quote from: Scowick65Outstanding brother!Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I am thinking the video of lockjaw going matrix on the umpire would have been awesome! !!
Thanks for sharing.
Scary part is, I was blue 43 days ago. Good stuff wpQuote from: lootThat gives me so much quit wood,Quote from: Grizzly25Thas good shit panel. Good shit.Quote from: Scowick65Outstanding brother!Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I am thinking the video of lockjaw going matrix on the umpire would have been awesome! !!
Thanks for sharing.
That is truely awesome to call him out like that. I think better than the matrix/ninja would have been when "He looked at me (confused about the situation)." you would have reached in his piehole and pulled it out and showed it to him and said "this asshole"Quote from: SkoalScary part is, I was blue 43 days ago. Good stuff wpQuote from: lootThat gives me so much quit wood,Quote from: Grizzly25Thas good shit panel. Good shit.Quote from: Scowick65Outstanding brother!Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I am thinking the video of lockjaw going matrix on the umpire would have been awesome! !!
Thanks for sharing.
I really wish it was as exciting as matrix style fighting and pulling shit out of dumbass' lips, but it was simply words.Quote from: GBPidThat is truely awesome to call him out like that. I think better than the matrix/ninja would have been when "He looked at me (confused about the situation)." you would have reached in his piehole and pulled it out and showed it to him and said "this asshole"Quote from: SkoalScary part is, I was blue 43 days ago. Good stuff wpQuote from: lootThat gives me so much quit wood,Quote from: Grizzly25Thas good shit panel. Good shit.Quote from: Scowick65Outstanding brother!Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I am thinking the video of lockjaw going matrix on the umpire would have been awesome! !!
Thanks for sharing.
But it is always fun to think of the what if's!!!!! ;)Quote from: bubblehed668I really wish it was as exciting as matrix style fighting and pulling shit out of dumbass' lips, but it was simply words.Quote from: GBPidThat is truely awesome to call him out like that. I think better than the matrix/ninja would have been when "He looked at me (confused about the situation)." you would have reached in his piehole and pulled it out and showed it to him and said "this asshole"Quote from: SkoalScary part is, I was blue 43 days ago. Good stuff wpQuote from: lootThat gives me so much quit wood,Quote from: Grizzly25Thas good shit panel. Good shit.Quote from: Scowick65Outstanding brother!Quote from: tsmith17:)Quote from: SoulimanI would have liked to see the matrix style fight, but what you went with was just as effective. Nice job WP. Good stuff brother.Quote from: noonelikesaquitterFUCKING YES WP. That is awesome.Quote from: ReadyFuckin A, Waste!Quote from: Greg5280'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelLast night at my 7 year old's baseball game, I pissed off the umpire in a good way.Nicely done! Way to call his ass out!
Our catcher is not very good, and we are allowed to shag balls behind in him in order to keep the game moving along rather than wait for the kids to mosey over to the past ball and make a throw that lands halfway between home and the pitcher. I drew that duty last night.
While back there, the umpire on the third base line walked over to the dugout to talk to the other team's coach. Even through the cacophony of kids yelling, running, and being kids, I heard the distinct sound of a tin being cracked.
I glanced over, and sure as shit, he was throwing in a fatty right in front of the other team's bench.
Fuck you, blue. Fuck you.
What I should have done is go trapjaw on his ass right then and there. I should have called time out, called his ass out, and make him toss his shit right then. He would get all pissed, and take a swing at me. I would pull some matrix kung fu shit, block the punch, and make him cry like a little sissy when I blocked his pathetic attempt. I should have ripped off his arms and slapped in the face with his own hands while growling "Why are you hitting yourself?" over and over again. I should have then picked him up by the back of his underwear (thus giving him the biggest fucking wedgie in history) and carried him over to the port-a-potty and threw him down the hole ala Sleepaway Camp 2 (Great fucking movie). I then should have taunted him and told him that all of the chemicals and shit in that toilet are akin to what he willingly shoves into his lip on a day to day basis. I would laugh and all the women would want to have my green little babies because I'm that fucking awesome.
Alas, this didn't happen (except the women all do want to have my green little babies).
I waited until the end of the inning, and walked over to the ump.
"Did you just put in a chew, man?"
He looked at me (confused about the situation).
"Did you just put in a chew over there, man?"
He looked at me and knew he was being called out. "Yeah..." he said defiantly.
"These are 7 year olds. Toss it now. It's against league rules, you did it right in front of all those kids there. They look up to us, and they don't need to be seeing that shit. I hate that stuff."
He stared at me.
"I quit a year ago because I didn't want to show my son that it was right to do. Toss it."
He tossed it, and refused to work the same side of the field as me the rest of the night.
I am thinking the video of lockjaw going matrix on the umpire would have been awesome! !!
Thanks for sharing.
It probably is not going to make him quit, and it wasn't my place to tell him about KTC right then and there. It is my place to protect those kids, and baseball is just so infused with the shit that these kids need weapons like us out on the fields.
It's not ok to make that "a part of the game".
I did email our league president just to send out a reminder
In this dark night we stand or fallIt's been a fucking good year, and it went off with a fucking bang recently.
We are kings now, or nothing at all
Check your armor; Light up your torch
Touch the flame to the sail before you head for shore
And we will burn the fleet
We can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
The old flag will burn with the sail
And a new one won't fly if we fail
But the fire continues to rise
And it shows not a hint of any fear in our eyes
Burn the fleet, we can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
Burn the fleet (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neWul81bagU)Great post brother very inspiring and filled with tools, tools like determination and resolve!QuoteIn this dark night we stand or fallIt's been a fucking good year, and it went off with a fucking bang recently.
We are kings now, or nothing at all
Check your armor; Light up your torch
Touch the flame to the sail before you head for shore
And we will burn the fleet
We can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
The old flag will burn with the sail
And a new one won't fly if we fail
But the fire continues to rise
And it shows not a hint of any fear in our eyes
Burn the fleet, we can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
I quit one year ago, and that fucking sucked. IT FUCKING SUCKED. It hurt. It made me cry. It made me a pathetic little shit stain that wanted to die.
But I came out of it stronger because of you sons of bitches.
Thank you for pointing out my flaws. Thank you for guiding me into this quit. There were times I felt out of control, but I knew that you guys were there to save me.
I got stronger everyday, and I tried my hardest to help to own my quit. I left nothing in the tank. I've surrounded myself with some badass quitters. I owe all of you my life and my quit.
Burn the fucking fleet.
Learn from the past.
Quit for today.
Fuck the future.
DAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Indeed ! Nice 400Quote from: wastepanelDAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Congrats on the fourth floor brother.
Congrats and nice job WP!Quote from: ReadyIndeed ! Nice 400Quote from: wastepanelDAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Congrats on the fourth floor brother.
4 hundy. Nice job! With your attitude towards quitting, this number will age right along with you. I'm an admirerer of your quit bro. Congrats..Quote from: Greg5280Congrats and nice job WP!Quote from: ReadyIndeed ! Nice 400Quote from: wastepanelDAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Congrats on the fourth floor brother.
Congratulation! 'worship' You are a leader!Quote from: T-Cell4 hundy. Nice job! With your attitude towards quitting, this number will age right along with you. I'm an admirerer of your quit bro. Congrats..Quote from: Greg5280Congrats and nice job WP!Quote from: ReadyIndeed ! Nice 400Quote from: wastepanelDAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Congrats on the fourth floor brother.
Great job! Keep writing!Quote from: Morgan1Congratulation! 'worship' You are a leader!Quote from: T-Cell4 hundy. Nice job! With your attitude towards quitting, this number will age right along with you. I'm an admirerer of your quit bro. Congrats..Quote from: Greg5280Congrats and nice job WP!Quote from: ReadyIndeed ! Nice 400Quote from: wastepanelDAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Congrats on the fourth floor brother.
way to go, congrats!Quote from: SwedeGreat job! Keep writing!Quote from: Morgan1Congratulation! 'worship' You are a leader!Quote from: T-Cell4 hundy. Nice job! With your attitude towards quitting, this number will age right along with you. I'm an admirerer of your quit bro. Congrats..Quote from: Greg5280Congrats and nice job WP!Quote from: ReadyIndeed ! Nice 400Quote from: wastepanelDAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Congrats on the fourth floor brother.
Simply awesome brother! That may be the most inspiring forth floor post ever!Quote from: Scowick65way to go, congrats!Quote from: SwedeGreat job! Keep writing!Quote from: Morgan1Congratulation! 'worship' You are a leader!Quote from: T-Cell4 hundy. Nice job! With your attitude towards quitting, this number will age right along with you. I'm an admirerer of your quit bro. Congrats..Quote from: Greg5280Congrats and nice job WP!Quote from: ReadyIndeed ! Nice 400Quote from: wastepanelDAY 400'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Congrats on the fourth floor brother.
DAY 400jrws400
What are you willing to do to stay quit?
Are you willing to tell yourself and others that you DO NOT WANT OR NEED to chew today?
Are you willing to admit that you WANT to quit?
Are you willing to admit that those thoughts of NEED dancing through your head are only thoughts of WANT?
Are you willing to look at the devil square in the eyes and say NO? Are you willing to keep fighting even when the world pushes you to "slip"?
Are you willing to REMEMBER that you are an addict, and that one moment of weakness can lead to failure?
Are you willing to have my back (and others) because it makes you stronger?
Are you willing to admit to yourself that you don't have all the answers, but ultimately this is your boat to steer?
Then I want you on my team.
I will do anything to stay quit today. No excuses. No re-do's.
You can do this, because I have.
Son, part of getting a second chance is taking responsibility for the mess you made in the first place. You understand me?If we all did something well the first time, we probably wouldn't learn a damn thing. We are all human, and we do stumble on occasion.
I am so sick and fucking tired of hearing stoppers claim they just want to feel "normal". Some of them have barely even stopped, and already this want of "normalcy" has overwhelmed them and driven them back to their drug.thank you for that post.. the right words at the right time for me.. I crave normal, not nic...
Fuck.That.Shit.
Let me tell you what I remember when I was normal:
I was a 270 pound piece of shit douchebag.
I sat around in my office and my home without any energy to move. When my boys (2 and 6 at the time) asked me to play outside, I had to throw in a lip full of junk. I couldn't "run around" with them because I would get all winded, hot, and my head felt like I was going to stroke out. This was all preceded by some of the junk (I willingly put in my mouth) breaking free from my lip causing me to choke at some point and cough until little spots appeared before my eyes. I would pull it out of my lip, disgusted at me and it. Ten minutes later, I'd go back for another.
I was not content leaving my can somewhere on the counter or refrigerator. I needed to have it on my body at all times. If I was wearing sweat pants or loose fitting pants, my can would fall out onto the floor where me and my sons were playing. My six year old would pick this off the ground, sometimes open it, and would ask me what it was. I would blow off his question by answering "adult stuff".
I would go through a drivethrough with my boys, and get a can. Everytime, my oldest would ask me what Skoal Straight was. Again, "Adult Stuff". Not only did I waste a bunch of money on my addiction, I would buy them Bug Juice's (children's sugar flavored crack water) and make them insane. I bought my oldest a can of shredded beef jerky once, and he promptly came home and packed in front of my wife.
But I was normal because I had my drug.
I would sleep in a chair at night despite my wife begging me to come to bed. Sometimes, I would oblige her by spitting out my drug, brushing my teeth, fucking like a jack rabbit with a match in its mouth, and quickly retire back to my chair. I seriously wondered how exactly to ninja in the nic bitch into our bedroom.
This last chew was so important to me that most nights, I would stuff my face and fall asleep. At some point, I would choke because I would wake up out of breath with my heart racing. I would alleviate this by cleaning off my face, putting in a fresh chew, and staying up the rest of the night. Sometimes, I would take it out of my mouth while I was 90% asleep and stuff it down the cushion. When we would clean under the chair, there would be piles and piles of little brown turds falling out of the chair and laying underneath. My wife's face would turn beet red when she'd find this.
But I was fucking normal because I had my drug
My health was failing badly. My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket, and I was showing more and more signs of oncoming diabetes. I was also sleeping horribly (probably some sleep apnea in there as well) and that led to me being sick quite often. I heated up like a furnace post meals, and would stuff food into my face so quickly I never realized how much I was actually eating. You see, I had a "time window" to finish my meal before my body rejected food instead for my drug.
I chose this fucking fucking drug over my sons, my wife, and my life.
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS "NORMAL"??
When times are good, we practice for the bad. When times are bad, we lean on our instincts and our tools we've learned. You weren't a porn star philantrophist playboy that had the world by the short and curlies when you were using. You were a pathetic addict with high self esteem.
We choose our own paths in this life.
I choose to quit.
Do you?
I am so sick and fucking tired of hearing stoppers claim they just want to feel "normal". Some of them have barely even stopped, and already this want of "normalcy" has overwhelmed them and driven them back to their drug.Stunning post, par for Wastepanel. This guy says what most of us either don't have the balls to or have suppressed and forgotten. Tobacco turned all of us into disgusting turds.
Fuck.That.Shit.
Let me tell you what I remember when I was normal:
I was a 270 pound piece of shit douchebag.
I sat around in my office and my home without any energy to move. When my boys (2 and 6 at the time) asked me to play outside, I had to throw in a lip full of junk. I couldn't "run around" with them because I would get all winded, hot, and my head felt like I was going to stroke out. This was all preceded by some of the junk (I willingly put in my mouth) breaking free from my lip causing me to choke at some point and cough until little spots appeared before my eyes. I would pull it out of my lip, disgusted at me and it. Ten minutes later, I'd go back for another.
I was not content leaving my can somewhere on the counter or refrigerator. I needed to have it on my body at all times. If I was wearing sweat pants or loose fitting pants, my can would fall out onto the floor where me and my sons were playing. My six year old would pick this off the ground, sometimes open it, and would ask me what it was. I would blow off his question by answering "adult stuff".
I would go through a drivethrough with my boys, and get a can. Everytime, my oldest would ask me what Skoal Straight was. Again, "Adult Stuff". Not only did I waste a bunch of money on my addiction, I would buy them Bug Juice's (children's sugar flavored crack water) and make them insane. I bought my oldest a can of shredded beef jerky once, and he promptly came home and packed in front of my wife.
But I was normal because I had my drug.
I would sleep in a chair at night despite my wife begging me to come to bed. Sometimes, I would oblige her by spitting out my drug, brushing my teeth, fucking like a jack rabbit with a match in its mouth, and quickly retire back to my chair. I seriously wondered how exactly to ninja in the nic bitch into our bedroom.
This last chew was so important to me that most nights, I would stuff my face and fall asleep. At some point, I would choke because I would wake up out of breath with my heart racing. I would alleviate this by cleaning off my face, putting in a fresh chew, and staying up the rest of the night. Sometimes, I would take it out of my mouth while I was 90% asleep and stuff it down the cushion. When we would clean under the chair, there would be piles and piles of little brown turds falling out of the chair and laying underneath. My wife's face would turn beet red when she'd find this.
But I was fucking normal because I had my drug
My health was failing badly. My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket, and I was showing more and more signs of oncoming diabetes. I was also sleeping horribly (probably some sleep apnea in there as well) and that led to me being sick quite often. I heated up like a furnace post meals, and would stuff food into my face so quickly I never realized how much I was actually eating. You see, I had a "time window" to finish my meal before my body rejected food instead for my drug.
I chose this fucking fucking drug over my sons, my wife, and my life.
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS "NORMAL"??
When times are good, we practice for the bad. When times are bad, we lean on our instincts and our tools we've learned. You weren't a porn star philantrophist playboy that had the world by the short and curlies when you were using. You were a pathetic addict with high self esteem.
We choose our own paths in this life.
I choose to quit.
Do you?
I'll take the normal I get by posting roll here everyday over what we all were in one way, shape, or form. Waste, that is dead fucking on and I am proud as hell to be quit with the likes of you.Quote from: wastepanelI am so sick and fucking tired of hearing stoppers claim they just want to feel "normal". Some of them have barely even stopped, and already this want of "normalcy" has overwhelmed them and driven them back to their drug.Stunning post, par for Wastepanel. This guy says what most of us either don't have the balls to or have suppressed and forgotten. Tobacco turned all of us into disgusting turds.
Fuck.That.Shit.
Let me tell you what I remember when I was normal:
I was a 270 pound piece of shit douchebag.
I sat around in my office and my home without any energy to move. When my boys (2 and 6 at the time) asked me to play outside, I had to throw in a lip full of junk. I couldn't "run around" with them because I would get all winded, hot, and my head felt like I was going to stroke out. This was all preceded by some of the junk (I willingly put in my mouth) breaking free from my lip causing me to choke at some point and cough until little spots appeared before my eyes. I would pull it out of my lip, disgusted at me and it. Ten minutes later, I'd go back for another.
I was not content leaving my can somewhere on the counter or refrigerator. I needed to have it on my body at all times. If I was wearing sweat pants or loose fitting pants, my can would fall out onto the floor where me and my sons were playing. My six year old would pick this off the ground, sometimes open it, and would ask me what it was. I would blow off his question by answering "adult stuff".
I would go through a drivethrough with my boys, and get a can. Everytime, my oldest would ask me what Skoal Straight was. Again, "Adult Stuff". Not only did I waste a bunch of money on my addiction, I would buy them Bug Juice's (children's sugar flavored crack water) and make them insane. I bought my oldest a can of shredded beef jerky once, and he promptly came home and packed in front of my wife.
But I was normal because I had my drug.
I would sleep in a chair at night despite my wife begging me to come to bed. Sometimes, I would oblige her by spitting out my drug, brushing my teeth, fucking like a jack rabbit with a match in its mouth, and quickly retire back to my chair. I seriously wondered how exactly to ninja in the nic bitch into our bedroom.
This last chew was so important to me that most nights, I would stuff my face and fall asleep. At some point, I would choke because I would wake up out of breath with my heart racing. I would alleviate this by cleaning off my face, putting in a fresh chew, and staying up the rest of the night. Sometimes, I would take it out of my mouth while I was 90% asleep and stuff it down the cushion. When we would clean under the chair, there would be piles and piles of little brown turds falling out of the chair and laying underneath. My wife's face would turn beet red when she'd find this.
But I was fucking normal because I had my drug
My health was failing badly. My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket, and I was showing more and more signs of oncoming diabetes. I was also sleeping horribly (probably some sleep apnea in there as well) and that led to me being sick quite often. I heated up like a furnace post meals, and would stuff food into my face so quickly I never realized how much I was actually eating. You see, I had a "time window" to finish my meal before my body rejected food instead for my drug.
I chose this fucking fucking drug over my sons, my wife, and my life.Â
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS "NORMAL"??Â
When times are good, we practice for the bad. When times are bad, we lean on our instincts and our tools we've learned. You weren't a porn star philantrophist playboy that had the world by the short and curlies when you were using. You were a pathetic addict with high self esteem.
We choose our own paths in this life.
I choose to quit.
Do you?
For those of you Big Tobacco Apologists out there, the ones who think it's chivalrous to not blame big Tobacco because "they're just a business" and who want to feel like you were addicted by conscious choice, I suggest re-reading Waste's essay here a few times.
Do you not identify with him? The hopelessness? The disgust? The self-loathing imagery? Do you think he consciously enjoyed using tobacco, or that he had a freewill choice? Still think Big Tobacco is just a company with nothing to blame?
Get angry. Stay quit. Rock on.
And today, I quit with the mighty Wastepanel.
Awesome Post Wastepanel!!! Couldnn't have called a spade better!!!Quote from: rgross298I'll take the normal I get by posting roll here everyday over what we all were in one way, shape, or form. Waste, that is dead fucking on and I am proud as hell to be quit with the likes of you.Quote from: wastepanelI am so sick and fucking tired of hearing stoppers claim they just want to feel "normal". Some of them have barely even stopped, and already this want of "normalcy" has overwhelmed them and driven them back to their drug.Stunning post, par for Wastepanel. This guy says what most of us either don't have the balls to or have suppressed and forgotten. Tobacco turned all of us into disgusting turds.
Fuck.That.Shit.
Let me tell you what I remember when I was normal:
I was a 270 pound piece of shit douchebag.
I sat around in my office and my home without any energy to move. When my boys (2 and 6 at the time) asked me to play outside, I had to throw in a lip full of junk. I couldn't "run around" with them because I would get all winded, hot, and my head felt like I was going to stroke out. This was all preceded by some of the junk (I willingly put in my mouth) breaking free from my lip causing me to choke at some point and cough until little spots appeared before my eyes. I would pull it out of my lip, disgusted at me and it. Ten minutes later, I'd go back for another.
I was not content leaving my can somewhere on the counter or refrigerator. I needed to have it on my body at all times. If I was wearing sweat pants or loose fitting pants, my can would fall out onto the floor where me and my sons were playing. My six year old would pick this off the ground, sometimes open it, and would ask me what it was. I would blow off his question by answering "adult stuff".
I would go through a drivethrough with my boys, and get a can. Everytime, my oldest would ask me what Skoal Straight was. Again, "Adult Stuff". Not only did I waste a bunch of money on my addiction, I would buy them Bug Juice's (children's sugar flavored crack water) and make them insane. I bought my oldest a can of shredded beef jerky once, and he promptly came home and packed in front of my wife.
But I was normal because I had my drug.
I would sleep in a chair at night despite my wife begging me to come to bed. Sometimes, I would oblige her by spitting out my drug, brushing my teeth, fucking like a jack rabbit with a match in its mouth, and quickly retire back to my chair. I seriously wondered how exactly to ninja in the nic bitch into our bedroom.
This last chew was so important to me that most nights, I would stuff my face and fall asleep. At some point, I would choke because I would wake up out of breath with my heart racing. I would alleviate this by cleaning off my face, putting in a fresh chew, and staying up the rest of the night. Sometimes, I would take it out of my mouth while I was 90% asleep and stuff it down the cushion. When we would clean under the chair, there would be piles and piles of little brown turds falling out of the chair and laying underneath. My wife's face would turn beet red when she'd find this.
But I was fucking normal because I had my drug
My health was failing badly. My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket, and I was showing more and more signs of oncoming diabetes. I was also sleeping horribly (probably some sleep apnea in there as well) and that led to me being sick quite often. I heated up like a furnace post meals, and would stuff food into my face so quickly I never realized how much I was actually eating. You see, I had a "time window" to finish my meal before my body rejected food instead for my drug.
I chose this fucking fucking drug over my sons, my wife, and my life.Â
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS "NORMAL"??Â
When times are good, we practice for the bad. When times are bad, we lean on our instincts and our tools we've learned. You weren't a porn star philantrophist playboy that had the world by the short and curlies when you were using. You were a pathetic addict with high self esteem.
We choose our own paths in this life.
I choose to quit.
Do you?
For those of you Big Tobacco Apologists out there, the ones who think it's chivalrous to not blame big Tobacco because "they're just a business" and who want to feel like you were addicted by conscious choice, I suggest re-reading Waste's essay here a few times.
Do you not identify with him? The hopelessness? The disgust? The self-loathing imagery? Do you think he consciously enjoyed using tobacco, or that he had a freewill choice? Still think Big Tobacco is just a company with nothing to blame?
Get angry. Stay quit. Rock on.
And today, I quit with the mighty Wastepanel.
QLAFM
Great Post Waste. I grew up in an alcoholic household so my "normal" was chaos. As an adult, married and with a family I chased my idea of "normal" with a passion. It drove my wife crazy and caused numerous problems in our marriage. It took me several years, lots of books, and a lot of soul searching to realize there is no "normal." At least I haven't found the same definition from two different people. I chose a a few years back to try for healthy. Healthy is much more black and white. Quitting was a big step in me getting healthy, although it wasn't until well into my quest for the HOF that I realized how unhealthy mentally my addiction had been, I am still and addict but by choosing freedom I choose health over drug and that is huge.Quote from: Eric71Awesome Post Wastepanel!!! Couldnn't have called a spade better!!!Quote from: rgross298I'll take the normal I get by posting roll here everyday over what we all were in one way, shape, or form. Waste, that is dead fucking on and I am proud as hell to be quit with the likes of you.Quote from: wastepanelI am so sick and fucking tired of hearing stoppers claim they just want to feel "normal". Some of them have barely even stopped, and already this want of "normalcy" has overwhelmed them and driven them back to their drug.Stunning post, par for Wastepanel. This guy says what most of us either don't have the balls to or have suppressed and forgotten. Tobacco turned all of us into disgusting turds.
Fuck.That.Shit.
Let me tell you what I remember when I was normal:
I was a 270 pound piece of shit douchebag.
I sat around in my office and my home without any energy to move. When my boys (2 and 6 at the time) asked me to play outside, I had to throw in a lip full of junk. I couldn't "run around" with them because I would get all winded, hot, and my head felt like I was going to stroke out. This was all preceded by some of the junk (I willingly put in my mouth) breaking free from my lip causing me to choke at some point and cough until little spots appeared before my eyes. I would pull it out of my lip, disgusted at me and it. Ten minutes later, I'd go back for another.
I was not content leaving my can somewhere on the counter or refrigerator. I needed to have it on my body at all times. If I was wearing sweat pants or loose fitting pants, my can would fall out onto the floor where me and my sons were playing. My six year old would pick this off the ground, sometimes open it, and would ask me what it was. I would blow off his question by answering "adult stuff".
I would go through a drivethrough with my boys, and get a can. Everytime, my oldest would ask me what Skoal Straight was. Again, "Adult Stuff". Not only did I waste a bunch of money on my addiction, I would buy them Bug Juice's (children's sugar flavored crack water) and make them insane. I bought my oldest a can of shredded beef jerky once, and he promptly came home and packed in front of my wife.
But I was normal because I had my drug.
I would sleep in a chair at night despite my wife begging me to come to bed. Sometimes, I would oblige her by spitting out my drug, brushing my teeth, fucking like a jack rabbit with a match in its mouth, and quickly retire back to my chair. I seriously wondered how exactly to ninja in the nic bitch into our bedroom.
This last chew was so important to me that most nights, I would stuff my face and fall asleep. At some point, I would choke because I would wake up out of breath with my heart racing. I would alleviate this by cleaning off my face, putting in a fresh chew, and staying up the rest of the night. Sometimes, I would take it out of my mouth while I was 90% asleep and stuff it down the cushion. When we would clean under the chair, there would be piles and piles of little brown turds falling out of the chair and laying underneath. My wife's face would turn beet red when she'd find this.
But I was fucking normal because I had my drug
My health was failing badly. My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket, and I was showing more and more signs of oncoming diabetes. I was also sleeping horribly (probably some sleep apnea in there as well) and that led to me being sick quite often. I heated up like a furnace post meals, and would stuff food into my face so quickly I never realized how much I was actually eating. You see, I had a "time window" to finish my meal before my body rejected food instead for my drug.
I chose this fucking fucking drug over my sons, my wife, and my life.Â
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS "NORMAL"??Â
When times are good, we practice for the bad. When times are bad, we lean on our instincts and our tools we've learned. You weren't a porn star philantrophist playboy that had the world by the short and curlies when you were using. You were a pathetic addict with high self esteem.
We choose our own paths in this life.
I choose to quit.
Do you?
For those of you Big Tobacco Apologists out there, the ones who think it's chivalrous to not blame big Tobacco because "they're just a business" and who want to feel like you were addicted by conscious choice, I suggest re-reading Waste's essay here a few times.
Do you not identify with him? The hopelessness? The disgust? The self-loathing imagery? Do you think he consciously enjoyed using tobacco, or that he had a freewill choice? Still think Big Tobacco is just a company with nothing to blame?
Get angry. Stay quit. Rock on.
And today, I quit with the mighty Wastepanel.
QLAFM
As always great post brother!Quote from: kdipGreat Post Waste. I grew up in an alcoholic household so my "normal" was chaos. As an adult, married and with a family I chased my idea of "normal" with a passion. It drove my wife crazy and caused numerous problems in our marriage. It took me several years, lots of books, and a lot of soul searching to realize there is no "normal." At least I haven't found the same definition from two different people. I chose a a few years back to try for healthy. Healthy is much more black and white. Quitting was a big step in me getting healthy, although it wasn't until well into my quest for the HOF that I realized how unhealthy mentally my addiction had been, I am still and addict but by choosing freedom I choose health over drug and that is huge.Quote from: Eric71Awesome Post Wastepanel!!! Couldnn't have called a spade better!!!Quote from: rgross298I'll take the normal I get by posting roll here everyday over what we all were in one way, shape, or form. Waste, that is dead fucking on and I am proud as hell to be quit with the likes of you.Quote from: wastepanelI am so sick and fucking tired of hearing stoppers claim they just want to feel "normal". Some of them have barely even stopped, and already this want of "normalcy" has overwhelmed them and driven them back to their drug.Stunning post, par for Wastepanel. This guy says what most of us either don't have the balls to or have suppressed and forgotten. Tobacco turned all of us into disgusting turds.
Fuck.That.Shit.
Let me tell you what I remember when I was normal:
I was a 270 pound piece of shit douchebag.
I sat around in my office and my home without any energy to move. When my boys (2 and 6 at the time) asked me to play outside, I had to throw in a lip full of junk. I couldn't "run around" with them because I would get all winded, hot, and my head felt like I was going to stroke out. This was all preceded by some of the junk (I willingly put in my mouth) breaking free from my lip causing me to choke at some point and cough until little spots appeared before my eyes. I would pull it out of my lip, disgusted at me and it. Ten minutes later, I'd go back for another.
I was not content leaving my can somewhere on the counter or refrigerator. I needed to have it on my body at all times. If I was wearing sweat pants or loose fitting pants, my can would fall out onto the floor where me and my sons were playing. My six year old would pick this off the ground, sometimes open it, and would ask me what it was. I would blow off his question by answering "adult stuff".
I would go through a drivethrough with my boys, and get a can. Everytime, my oldest would ask me what Skoal Straight was. Again, "Adult Stuff". Not only did I waste a bunch of money on my addiction, I would buy them Bug Juice's (children's sugar flavored crack water) and make them insane. I bought my oldest a can of shredded beef jerky once, and he promptly came home and packed in front of my wife.
But I was normal because I had my drug.
I would sleep in a chair at night despite my wife begging me to come to bed. Sometimes, I would oblige her by spitting out my drug, brushing my teeth, fucking like a jack rabbit with a match in its mouth, and quickly retire back to my chair. I seriously wondered how exactly to ninja in the nic bitch into our bedroom.
This last chew was so important to me that most nights, I would stuff my face and fall asleep. At some point, I would choke because I would wake up out of breath with my heart racing. I would alleviate this by cleaning off my face, putting in a fresh chew, and staying up the rest of the night. Sometimes, I would take it out of my mouth while I was 90% asleep and stuff it down the cushion. When we would clean under the chair, there would be piles and piles of little brown turds falling out of the chair and laying underneath. My wife's face would turn beet red when she'd find this.
But I was fucking normal because I had my drug
My health was failing badly. My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket, and I was showing more and more signs of oncoming diabetes. I was also sleeping horribly (probably some sleep apnea in there as well) and that led to me being sick quite often. I heated up like a furnace post meals, and would stuff food into my face so quickly I never realized how much I was actually eating. You see, I had a "time window" to finish my meal before my body rejected food instead for my drug.
I chose this fucking fucking drug over my sons, my wife, and my life.Â
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS "NORMAL"??Â
When times are good, we practice for the bad. When times are bad, we lean on our instincts and our tools we've learned. You weren't a porn star philantrophist playboy that had the world by the short and curlies when you were using. You were a pathetic addict with high self esteem.
We choose our own paths in this life.
I choose to quit.
Do you?
For those of you Big Tobacco Apologists out there, the ones who think it's chivalrous to not blame big Tobacco because "they're just a business" and who want to feel like you were addicted by conscious choice, I suggest re-reading Waste's essay here a few times.
Do you not identify with him? The hopelessness? The disgust? The self-loathing imagery? Do you think he consciously enjoyed using tobacco, or that he had a freewill choice? Still think Big Tobacco is just a company with nothing to blame?
Get angry. Stay quit. Rock on.
And today, I quit with the mighty Wastepanel.
QLAFM
Waste you have been a huge part of that, more than you will probably ever know, so thanks Brother for everything.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelI am so sick and fucking tired of hearing stoppers claim they just want to feel "normal". Some of them have barely even stopped, and already this want of "normalcy" has overwhelmed them and driven them back to their drug.Stunning post, par for Wastepanel. This guy says what most of us either don't have the balls to or have suppressed and forgotten. Tobacco turned all of us into disgusting turds.
Fuck.That.Shit.
Let me tell you what I remember when I was normal:
I was a 270 pound piece of shit douchebag.
I sat around in my office and my home without any energy to move. When my boys (2 and 6 at the time) asked me to play outside, I had to throw in a lip full of junk. I couldn't "run around" with them because I would get all winded, hot, and my head felt like I was going to stroke out. This was all preceded by some of the junk (I willingly put in my mouth) breaking free from my lip causing me to choke at some point and cough until little spots appeared before my eyes. I would pull it out of my lip, disgusted at me and it. Ten minutes later, I'd go back for another.
I was not content leaving my can somewhere on the counter or refrigerator. I needed to have it on my body at all times. If I was wearing sweat pants or loose fitting pants, my can would fall out onto the floor where me and my sons were playing. My six year old would pick this off the ground, sometimes open it, and would ask me what it was. I would blow off his question by answering "adult stuff".
I would go through a drivethrough with my boys, and get a can. Everytime, my oldest would ask me what Skoal Straight was. Again, "Adult Stuff". Not only did I waste a bunch of money on my addiction, I would buy them Bug Juice's (children's sugar flavored crack water) and make them insane. I bought my oldest a can of shredded beef jerky once, and he promptly came home and packed in front of my wife.
But I was normal because I had my drug.
I would sleep in a chair at night despite my wife begging me to come to bed. Sometimes, I would oblige her by spitting out my drug, brushing my teeth, fucking like a jack rabbit with a match in its mouth, and quickly retire back to my chair. I seriously wondered how exactly to ninja in the nic bitch into our bedroom.
This last chew was so important to me that most nights, I would stuff my face and fall asleep. At some point, I would choke because I would wake up out of breath with my heart racing. I would alleviate this by cleaning off my face, putting in a fresh chew, and staying up the rest of the night. Sometimes, I would take it out of my mouth while I was 90% asleep and stuff it down the cushion. When we would clean under the chair, there would be piles and piles of little brown turds falling out of the chair and laying underneath. My wife's face would turn beet red when she'd find this.
But I was fucking normal because I had my drug
My health was failing badly. My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket, and I was showing more and more signs of oncoming diabetes. I was also sleeping horribly (probably some sleep apnea in there as well) and that led to me being sick quite often. I heated up like a furnace post meals, and would stuff food into my face so quickly I never realized how much I was actually eating. You see, I had a "time window" to finish my meal before my body rejected food instead for my drug.
I chose this fucking fucking drug over my sons, my wife, and my life.Â
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS "NORMAL"??Â
When times are good, we practice for the bad. When times are bad, we lean on our instincts and our tools we've learned. You weren't a porn star philantrophist playboy that had the world by the short and curlies when you were using. You were a pathetic addict with high self esteem.
We choose our own paths in this life.
I choose to quit.
Do you?
For those of you Big Tobacco Apologists out there, the ones who think it's chivalrous to not blame big Tobacco because "they're just a business" and who want to feel like you were addicted by conscious choice, I suggest re-reading Waste's essay here a few times.
Do you not identify with him? The hopelessness? The disgust? The self-loathing imagery? Do you think he consciously enjoyed using tobacco, or that he had a freewill choice? Still think Big Tobacco is just a company with nothing to blame?
Get angry. Stay quit. Rock on.
And today, I quit with the mighty Wastepanel.
Where ever we go, we'll never be lost,
Some follow the compass, some follow the cross
Me, I follow roads compulsively, till sirens call me off.
Then I wander, eyes closed, following songs
This rivers a hymnal, the leaves are applause
The trees sing in whispers, with the wind pulling their arms
Hold still, and listen, your hand on my heart,
If you need them, these beacons will lead you back to the start.
Yup.
No ax has seen these woods since before your father stood
The path is beaten good from the feet of all who wandered through it.
Old growth, holds hope, let the brambles scrape your skin
Scars are storybooks, the blood will wash away your sins.
Now let that sun slip, then let that moon rise
Follow in no footsteps, listen for the true guides.
Woods will play tricks upon pretty blue eyes
Is that glimmer the river, or your village finally brought back to life?
Follow me tonight, I'll show you what's it like
to be alive.
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown.
Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong,
We can follow this river right back to your home
back to your home,
back to your home.
At the palace in Versilles, 400 years before this,
They are packing up supplies, preparing for a long trip
That they may not survive, but many of them know this,
They would rather die, than to leave the question open.
So this is why we try? We bet it all on hopeless?
And swim against the tide till until our every bone is broken
a sinking ship is still a ship, no captain has spoke the obit
Till the crew is flew, crow's nest slips silent beneath the ocean
we set sail without an anchor, we count upon that never stop
An anchor's just a coffin nail, waiting for that hammer drop
It holds you by the ankles till it pulls you to the Acheron
trade stable to be able to slip out from under devil's thumb
Keep your acres, my home is where my hat is hung,
postcard printed paper, and love notes from the lattice rungs.
Blessed are the vagrant, the lonely are the static ones,
It's every drifter's confirmation this world is just ravishing.
I know it seems like we're all lost, we can follow this river back home,
river back home,
river back home
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown
Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong,
We can follow this river right back to your home
back to your home,
back to your home
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown
Today, I had a pretty shitty moment despite the fact that I am becoming more and more centered.Humility- God's sense of humor on display in human beings.
My oldest's friend came over to play, and they found my old hiding spot of cans. I thought I had cleaned them all out. I even had gone so far as to show Mrs. Panel it in case she suspected I had started again a few months ago.
Anyways, they had magnets and managed to attract a can. Then another. Then another.
There were 4 all together, and the boys thought this shit was cool.
They decided to hide them places, and use the magnets to pick them up.
Imagine my surprise to walk downstairs and find 3 kids playing Skoal cans.
I gave all of them the trapjaw "You don't want to do this" speech, and told them how bad it was to quit. I explained to each of them that I had started because it made my head feel funny and I liked it. Before I knew it, I didn't want to do it anymore but didn't really know how to stop (but mostly just afraid). I told them that my body pretty much hated me for a long ass time, and that there are still days where my jaw is sore or my mind tells me it sounds good. Then I told them my day count, and that I remember that so I know that it is no longer an option in my life.
It pretty much sucked.
I haven't been that ashamed of it in a long time, and I remember why I explained it off in the past as "adult stuff". Shit is hard to explain, and takes a toll on you when you see curious non-understanding eyes.
The whore knows your weaknesses, and she will hit you square in the nuts when she gets a chance hoping to crack your armor.
The River, The Woods by Astronautalis (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nl1kwoChjGc)QuoteWhere ever we go, we'll never be lost,
Some follow the compass, some follow the cross
Me, I follow roads compulsively, till sirens call me off.
Then I wander, eyes closed, following songs
This rivers a hymnal, the leaves are applause
The trees sing in whispers, with the wind pulling their arms
Hold still, and listen, your hand on my heart,
If you need them, these beacons will lead you back to the start.
Yup.
No ax has seen these woods since before your father stood
The path is beaten good from the feet of all who wandered through it.
Old growth, holds hope, let the brambles scrape your skin
Scars are storybooks, the blood will wash away your sins.
Now let that sun slip, then let that moon rise
Follow in no footsteps, listen for the true guides.
Woods will play tricks upon pretty blue eyes
Is that glimmer the river, or your village finally brought back to life?
Follow me tonight, I'll show you what's it like
to be alive.
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown.
Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong,
We can follow this river right back to your home
back to your home,
back to your home.
At the palace in Versilles, 400 years before this,
They are packing up supplies, preparing for a long trip
That they may not survive, but many of them know this,
They would rather die, than to leave the question open.
So this is why we try? We bet it all on hopeless?
And swim against the tide till until our every bone is broken
a sinking ship is still a ship, no captain has spoke the obit
Till the crew is flew, crow's nest slips silent beneath the ocean
we set sail without an anchor, we count upon that never stop
An anchor's just a coffin nail, waiting for that hammer drop
It holds you by the ankles till it pulls you to the Acheron
trade stable to be able to slip out from under devil's thumb
Keep your acres, my home is where my hat is hung,
postcard printed paper, and love notes from the lattice rungs.
Blessed are the vagrant, the lonely are the static ones,
It's every drifter's confirmation this world is just ravishing.
I know it seems like we're all lost, we can follow this river back home,
river back home,
river back home
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown
Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong,
We can follow this river right back to your home
back to your home,
back to your home
I know it seems like we're all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown
I am a sucker for horror movies.well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.
I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).
It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.
When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.
Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSwLQmKAphA&feature=related). They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.
Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.
Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAfcOMQ85v8), we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.
Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnT7e2sTxdM) go pretty quickly. The sluts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QnkXgELt4I) go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvzLSLN0blA). Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMwmqp3GLMc). And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXjKUXgoyL4).
Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.
Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1BG0IYnCS0)
Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.
Pancakes, bitches. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EhRGRFnpm0)
Good Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.Quote from: wastepanelI am a sucker for horror movies.well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.
I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).
It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.
When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.
Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSwLQmKAphA&feature=related). They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.Â
Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.
Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAfcOMQ85v8), we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.
Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnT7e2sTxdM) go pretty quickly. The sluts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QnkXgELt4I) go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvzLSLN0blA). Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMwmqp3GLMc). And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXjKUXgoyL4).
Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.
Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1BG0IYnCS0)
Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.
Pancakes, bitches. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EhRGRFnpm0)
However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.
I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.
Quck off.Quote from: SirDerekGood Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.Quote from: wastepanelI am a sucker for horror movies.well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.
I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).
It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.
When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.
Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSwLQmKAphA&feature=related). They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.Â
Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.
Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAfcOMQ85v8), we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.
Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnT7e2sTxdM) go pretty quickly. The sluts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QnkXgELt4I) go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvzLSLN0blA). Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMwmqp3GLMc). And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXjKUXgoyL4).
Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.
Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1BG0IYnCS0)
Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.
Pancakes, bitches. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EhRGRFnpm0)
However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.
I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.
I'm ready for Sinister to come out on the 12th.Quote from: CoachQuck off.Quote from: SirDerekGood Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.Quote from: wastepanelI am a sucker for horror movies.well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.
I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).
It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.
When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.
Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSwLQmKAphA&feature=related). They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.Â
Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.
Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAfcOMQ85v8), we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.
Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnT7e2sTxdM) go pretty quickly. The sluts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QnkXgELt4I) go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvzLSLN0blA). Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMwmqp3GLMc). And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXjKUXgoyL4).
Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.
Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1BG0IYnCS0)
Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.
Pancakes, bitches. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EhRGRFnpm0)
However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.
I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.
I'm full off qype-o's today.
The scene when Grown Up Dora squeezed the banana was kinda ..... hot. :huh:Quote from: wastepanelI'm ready for Sinister to come out on the 12th.Quote from: CoachQuck off.Quote from: SirDerekGood Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.Quote from: wastepanelI am a sucker for horror movies.well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.
I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).
It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.
When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.
Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSwLQmKAphA&feature=related). They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.Â
Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.
Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAfcOMQ85v8), we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.
Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnT7e2sTxdM) go pretty quickly. The sluts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QnkXgELt4I) go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvzLSLN0blA). Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMwmqp3GLMc). And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXjKUXgoyL4).
Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.
Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1BG0IYnCS0)
Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.
Pancakes, bitches. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EhRGRFnpm0)
However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.
I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.
I'm full off qype-o's today.
If you guys are looking for something scary, try Grave Encounters (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8FBRATbJoA) on Netflix.Quote from: razd611The scene when Grown Up Dora squeezed the banana was kinda ..... hot. :huh:Quote from: wastepanelI'm ready for Sinister to come out on the 12th.Quote from: CoachQuck off.Quote from: SirDerekGood Stuff. Quard Like Fuck.Quote from: wastepanelI am a sucker for horror movies.well, not exactly the clips I would have chosen (I may have gone more with the original Friday the 13th), but QUIT does play very much like a horror story.
I fucking love them. I don't know what it is, but there is just something about the creepiness, gratutitous blood and sex, and the fight for survival. Zombie movies are my absolute favorite, but I also love the unstoppable killers and I'm really getting into homicidal haunted house movies (especially point of view).
It's funny how closely quitting resembles a horror movie.
When we start out this journey, we get surrounded by friends and strangers alike. We don't know who to trust, and generally mistrust the creepy guy telling us to "get out if you know what's good for you". We pal around those first few days because we know we are out of place. We feel like the living in the place of the dead, yet we feel like zombies wandering the landscape.
Very shortly thereafter, the strangers start getting picked off. We've all seen them. They are the quitters that we run into at roll call, do their own thing, and wander off into the woods camping alone. They are usually sitting there quietly surviving on their own when the maniac emplants a machete in their skull (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSwLQmKAphA&feature=related). They are the first to go simply because they chose to go it alone. They expect to ride along on this train because...well...we'll carry them. When they don't like our questions or answers, they lash out. They usually die out in broad daylight, but nobody notices.Â
Rule #1 to surviving a quit is not to be a stranger. Be involved. Make the camera follow you and the story about you.
Now that everybody is getting settled in our creepy desination (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAfcOMQ85v8), we get a feel for our characters. Some of them are characters that make very good choices. They stick with others (and never utter the phrase "I'll be right back"), and they are cautious of their surroundings. They do not let their guards down, and their will to live shines brightly throughout.
Then, there are the dumbasses. These people feed the gore quota, and usually die based upon how dumb they really are. The impaired (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnT7e2sTxdM) go pretty quickly. The sluts (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QnkXgELt4I) go shortly thereafter. Both are feeding other vices that bring about their demise. They are followed by "collateral" characters. These characters make pretty good decisions, but then make one fatal one. Sometimes, it's from being scared (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvzLSLN0blA). Other times, it's because they think they can take on the killer without proper planning (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMwmqp3GLMc). And then there are the ones that have survived but not really bought into the survival plan. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXjKUXgoyL4).
Rule #2 to surviving a quit is Don't be a dumbass. Plan. Make good decisions. Learn to think on your feet, and react to the situation.
Even though this story starts out with many characters, it's surprising how few are left at the end. And when those few have the final confrontation with the monster, you know the killer will not stay dead. It doesn't matter how badly maimed, there's one more good scare and a bunch of sequals that remind us that we are at the disadvantage. We can die. It cannot. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1BG0IYnCS0)
Rule #3 to a surviving a quit is that the bitch will never die. Never, ever, ever let your quard down.
Pancakes, bitches. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EhRGRFnpm0)
However when played all the way through, the triumph needs to be realized.
I think a 2 big thumbs up on this review.
I'm full off qype-o's today.
In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.Wow, nice work. It's comforting to see that all humanity and common sense is not lost.
I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.
As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.
When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.
Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.
For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.
Take this battle into your lives.
Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.
In June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!
I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.
As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.
When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.
Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.
For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.
Take this battle into your lives.
Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelIn June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!
I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.
As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.
When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.
Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.
For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.
Take this battle into your lives.
Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.
That is an amazing story and I was just talking about this with one of our board members here at our Little League Organization about this. As a former College and Semi-Pro Player, I understand the draw of the argument "its part of the game" BS that Got me chewing 18 years ago. Now standing where I am standing in my Quit, It angers me that people in baseball still justify it! At a minimum, MLB should have it apart of their Health and Wellness Programs! I know several people who cannot Chew at work. Why should players? It will trickle down thru NCAA etc etc until the cycle has ended!! Proud of you and keep up the good work!!Quote from: kdip'clap' 'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelIn June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!
I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.
As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.
When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.
Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.
For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.
Take this battle into your lives.
Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.
I approve this message
Great stuff brother!Quote from: Mthomas3824That is an amazing story and I was just talking about this with one of our board members here at our Little League Organization about this. As a former College and Semi-Pro Player, I understand the draw of the argument "its part of the game" BS that Got me chewing 18 years ago. Now standing where I am standing in my Quit, It angers me that people in baseball still justify it! At a minimum, MLB should have it apart of their Health and Wellness Programs! I know several people who cannot Chew at work. Why should players? It will trickle down thru NCAA etc etc until the cycle has ended!! Proud of you and keep up the good work!!Quote from: kdip'clap' 'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelIn June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!
I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.
As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.
When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.
Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.
For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.
Take this battle into your lives.
Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.
I approve this message
It's stories like this that keep me around KTC. The reminder I was the douche coaching the kids with a lipper in.Quote from: jhaenel23Great stuff brother!Quote from: Mthomas3824That is an amazing story and I was just talking about this with one of our board members here at our Little League Organization about this. As a former College and Semi-Pro Player, I understand the draw of the argument "its part of the game" BS that Got me chewing 18 years ago. Now standing where I am standing in my Quit, It angers me that people in baseball still justify it! At a minimum, MLB should have it apart of their Health and Wellness Programs! I know several people who cannot Chew at work. Why should players? It will trickle down thru NCAA etc etc until the cycle has ended!! Proud of you and keep up the good work!!Quote from: kdip'clap' 'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: wastepanelIn June, I wrote a post about my son's little league game. In that game, an umpire walked over to the other team's bench, packed his can, and threw in a chew. I asked him to remove it and he decided to work the other side of the field from that moment on.Amen to that!!!! Kids watching an adult pack that shit in their lip is way more influential than any amount of advertising. It makes them want to try the "forbidden" fruit. that's how I got started. Teach them by example of NOT using tobacco!!!
I contacted our league president, and told him about the incident. Even though nicotine has become prevalent in baseball, we should take a no tolerance stance. It's "part of the game", but it doesn't need to be part of the game.
As I am also on the board, this had mass effects.
When we started this fiscal year, the league has decided to put up "No nicotine products allowed past this point" in the playing areas. That means that all smokers have to go to the parking lot to smoke, and no chewing tobacco is to be enforced on the field by the umpires. The head of the umpires has agreed, and we agreed to tell all coaches at the beginning of the games each week.
Fuck I feel proud. I think I know where I'll dogtag my donation to.
For all of you coaches, dads, or interested parties: Fucking say something. We know how bad of a fight this can be. We don't wish this on our worst enemies, so why do we stand back without a word as children are introduced to this drug? You'd be surprised how many people agree with you, and you'll be surprised how quickly mountains move with a few words.
Take this battle into your lives.
Stand up and show the nic bitch that she will not be tolerated and you won't be standing by silently.
I approve this message
I have had some similiar issues and getting some results .......
Keep on keeping on!
Home of the 12th Man (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Homeofthe12thMan.jpg)And go Browns.
I fucking love football.
And, today, despite stadiums trying to maximize profits by building malls in their stadiums and making it damn near impossible to sit close to the field, a home crowd is a clear advantage.
Ask the Seattle Seahawks.
That team is .500 team on the road. They are inconsistent, and don't seem to be able to finish games when on the road. Hell, their biggest road game I can remember them winning in the last few years is tainted by replacement refs.
But don't fucking mess with them at home.
That team is lights out, no holds barred, fuck you up and you mother too good. They are damn near impossible to beat.
Their crowd drives them on. It is rumored that the stadium is built with special materials that reverberate sound back to the field driving away teams crazy. The crowd knows this, and they are fucking insane in their enthusiasm the entire time.
We at the KTC know what this feels like.
There are days when I just don't feel like strong. There are days when I'm tired, bruised, and sore. There are days when my opponent should have me outmatched mentally and physically.
But then the crowd roars.
I've got the fucking advantage now.
I've got talent without you guys, but your support helps me play to my fullest potential. I'm bigger, stronger, and faster with you at my side. Despite the fact you aren't on the field with me, I can't win without you.
Thank you.
Home of the 12th Man (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Homeofthe12thMan.jpg)Just a comment...
I fucking love football.
And, today, despite stadiums trying to maximize profits by building malls in their stadiums and making it damn near impossible to sit close to the field, a home crowd is a clear advantage.
Ask the Seattle Seahawks.
That team is .500 team on the road. They are inconsistent, and don't seem to be able to finish games when on the road. Hell, their biggest road game I can remember them winning in the last few years is tainted by replacement refs.
But don't fucking mess with them at home.
That team is lights out, no holds barred, fuck you up and you mother too good. They are damn near impossible to beat.
Their crowd drives them on. It is rumored that the stadium is built with special materials that reverberate sound back to the field driving away teams crazy. The crowd knows this, and they are fucking insane in their enthusiasm the entire time.
We at the KTC know what this feels like.
There are days when I just don't feel like strong. There are days when I'm tired, bruised, and sore. There are days when my opponent should have me outmatched mentally and physically.
But then the crowd roars.
I've got the fucking advantage now.
I've got talent without you guys, but your support helps me play to my fullest potential. I'm bigger, stronger, and faster with you at my side. Despite the fact you aren't on the field with me, I can't win without you.
Thank you.
GIG EM!!!Quote from: wastepanelHome of the 12th Man (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Homeofthe12thMan.jpg)Just a comment...
I fucking love football.
And, today, despite stadiums trying to maximize profits by building malls in their stadiums and making it damn near impossible to sit close to the field, a home crowd is a clear advantage.
Ask the Seattle Seahawks.
That team is .500 team on the road. They are inconsistent, and don't seem to be able to finish games when on the road. Hell, their biggest road game I can remember them winning in the last few years is tainted by replacement refs.
But don't fucking mess with them at home.
That team is lights out, no holds barred, fuck you up and you mother too good. They are damn near impossible to beat.
Their crowd drives them on. It is rumored that the stadium is built with special materials that reverberate sound back to the field driving away teams crazy. The crowd knows this, and they are fucking insane in their enthusiasm the entire time.
We at the KTC know what this feels like.
There are days when I just don't feel like strong. There are days when I'm tired, bruised, and sore. There are days when my opponent should have me outmatched mentally and physically.
But then the crowd roars.
I've got the fucking advantage now.
I've got talent without you guys, but your support helps me play to my fullest potential. I'm bigger, stronger, and faster with you at my side. Despite the fact you aren't on the field with me, I can't win without you.
Thank you.
I know the Seattle Seahawks copied my Texas AM Aggies with the whole 12th man thing. Started at Texas AM in 1922. Nonetheless, the link you posted was of Kyle Field where the Aggies play...not Seattle. Nonetheless, I always enjoy seeing someone post something about my Aggies....even if indirectly.
An aside from the point of your post I know so didn't mean to distract from that. Just wanted to point out the pic was from Aggieland.
Visual/Object Lesson:We can do this friends.
Have you ever done something while you were mad that you later regretted? Like maybe you screamed at your sister or threw something across the room in a fit of anger. And once you did it, did you almost immediately want to take it back? The second the words flew out your mouth or the toy flew out of your hand, did you wish for a do-over? Those kinds of reactions happen all the time when we forget about self-control.
God doesnÂ’t want us to live without self-control because he knows that if we did, weÂ’d end up hurting others and hurting ourselves. Instead, he wants us to be protected. In the book of Proverbs, a man named Solomon had something to say about self-control. Solomon was the wisest man who ever lived. And lucky for us, he recorded some amazingly wise things in this little book almost in the center of your Bible.
Here’s what Solomon had to say in Proverbs 25:28 (NIV) – he said, “Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self-control.” Back when Solomon lived, cities were always under attack. Armies of men from neighboring towns would attack a city and attempt to take it over. As a way to protect themselves, cities were almost always surrounded by high walls.
These walls served two purposes – to keep the bad guys out and to keep the good guys safe and sound. So in this verse, Solomon is telling us that a man who doesn’t have self-control—who does whatever and says whatever without thinking about the consequences—is like a city with no walls. He is unprotected. But guess what? When you DO have self-control you and all your relationships are protected. You won’t hurt yourself or someone else in a way you will regret later.
Application:
Now you might be saying, thatÂ’s great and all but how am I supposed to control myself all the time? What if someone really makes me mad, should I just let him get away with it? The truth is, we automatically want to take matters into our own hands. But God wants us to know that HE can give us the power to have self-control. It isnÂ’t easy but we donÂ’t have to do it alone.
Because of His love for us, God has made a way for us to have a relationship with him. And once you have that relationship, he is always with you – to guide you and help you make better choices. And when you choose to show self-control, you will be protected because you chose to trust and follow God. Just like a city with high walls surrounding it, your choice to show self-controlwill protect you and your relationships with the people around you.
This was our lesson last night at my son's basketball practice:Great post and Awesome message!QuoteVisual/Object Lesson:We can do this friends.
Have you ever done something while you were mad that you later regretted? Like maybe you screamed at your sister or threw something across the room in a fit of anger. And once you did it, did you almost immediately want to take it back? The second the words flew out your mouth or the toy flew out of your hand, did you wish for a do-over? Those kinds of reactions happen all the time when we forget about self-control.
God doesnÂ’t want us to live without self-control because he knows that if we did, weÂ’d end up hurting others and hurting ourselves. Instead, he wants us to be protected. In the book of Proverbs, a man named Solomon had something to say about self-control. Solomon was the wisest man who ever lived. And lucky for us, he recorded some amazingly wise things in this little book almost in the center of your Bible.
Here’s what Solomon had to say in Proverbs 25:28 (NIV) – he said, “Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self-control.” Back when Solomon lived, cities were always under attack. Armies of men from neighboring towns would attack a city and attempt to take it over. As a way to protect themselves, cities were almost always surrounded by high walls.
These walls served two purposes – to keep the bad guys out and to keep the good guys safe and sound. So in this verse, Solomon is telling us that a man who doesn’t have self-control—who does whatever and says whatever without thinking about the consequences—is like a city with no walls. He is unprotected. But guess what? When you DO have self-control you and all your relationships are protected. You won’t hurt yourself or someone else in a way you will regret later.
Application:
Now you might be saying, thatÂ’s great and all but how am I supposed to control myself all the time? What if someone really makes me mad, should I just let him get away with it? The truth is, we automatically want to take matters into our own hands. But God wants us to know that HE can give us the power to have self-control. It isnÂ’t easy but we donÂ’t have to do it alone.
Because of His love for us, God has made a way for us to have a relationship with him. And once you have that relationship, he is always with you – to guide you and help you make better choices. And when you choose to show self-control, you will be protected because you chose to trust and follow God. Just like a city with high walls surrounding it, your choice to show self-controlwill protect you and your relationships with the people around you.
We're battling the same foe here...not each other.
This site is a tool to help us protect our quits. With high walls (our rules, our support system) we are as protected as we want to be. It is our jobs to make sure we stay protected, and it is so easy to just tear down a wall because it throws off the fung shui of our quits.
We are all given the gift of free will and self control. We choose not to use today. It may not seem like a difficult task some days. It may seem like we can carry this burden on our own. It may seem like we might be able to let down our guard, tear down the walls, and live a nice free life without worries of invading armies.
But, I guarantee, there is an enemy up in the mountains watching. And waiting.
We are extreme in our quitting methods and our hard truths. But hard truths are not meant to tear down the walls of others. They are meant to constructive. I'm tired of watching friends be mean just to be mean. I don't let my kids get away with it, and I won't let anybody here as well.
We're fucking here to help.
I agree with you brother, we are all here to battle the very same thing that made us all addicts. Our quest to quit tobacco brought us to this site and each of us are here to keep each other quit. We are not the enemy, but tobacco is. We must keep up the fight as one team for we are only as strong as our weakest link.Quote from: wastepanelThis was our lesson last night at my son's basketball practice:Great post and Awesome message!QuoteVisual/Object Lesson:We can do this friends.
Have you ever done something while you were mad that you later regretted? Like maybe you screamed at your sister or threw something across the room in a fit of anger. And once you did it, did you almost immediately want to take it back? The second the words flew out your mouth or the toy flew out of your hand, did you wish for a do-over? Those kinds of reactions happen all the time when we forget about self-control.
God doesnÂ’t want us to live without self-control because he knows that if we did, weÂ’d end up hurting others and hurting ourselves. Instead, he wants us to be protected. In the book of Proverbs, a man named Solomon had something to say about self-control. Solomon was the wisest man who ever lived. And lucky for us, he recorded some amazingly wise things in this little book almost in the center of your Bible.
Here’s what Solomon had to say in Proverbs 25:28 (NIV) – he said, “Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self-control.” Back when Solomon lived, cities were always under attack. Armies of men from neighboring towns would attack a city and attempt to take it over. As a way to protect themselves, cities were almost always surrounded by high walls.
These walls served two purposes – to keep the bad guys out and to keep the good guys safe and sound. So in this verse, Solomon is telling us that a man who doesn’t have self-control—who does whatever and says whatever without thinking about the consequences—is like a city with no walls. He is unprotected. But guess what? When you DO have self-control you and all your relationships are protected. You won’t hurt yourself or someone else in a way you will regret later.
Application:
Now you might be saying, thatÂ’s great and all but how am I supposed to control myself all the time? What if someone really makes me mad, should I just let him get away with it? The truth is, we automatically want to take matters into our own hands. But God wants us to know that HE can give us the power to have self-control. It isnÂ’t easy but we donÂ’t have to do it alone.
Because of His love for us, God has made a way for us to have a relationship with him. And once you have that relationship, he is always with you – to guide you and help you make better choices. And when you choose to show self-control, you will be protected because you chose to trust and follow God. Just like a city with high walls surrounding it, your choice to show self-controlwill protect you and your relationships with the people around you.
We're battling the same foe here...not each other.
This site is a tool to help us protect our quits. With high walls (our rules, our support system) we are as protected as we want to be. It is our jobs to make sure we stay protected, and it is so easy to just tear down a wall because it throws off the fung shui of our quits.
We are all given the gift of free will and self control. We choose not to use today. It may not seem like a difficult task some days. It may seem like we can carry this burden on our own. It may seem like we might be able to let down our guard, tear down the walls, and live a nice free life without worries of invading armies.
But, I guarantee, there is an enemy up in the mountains watching. And waiting.
We are extreme in our quitting methods and our hard truths. But hard truths are not meant to tear down the walls of others. They are meant to constructive. I'm tired of watching friends be mean just to be mean. I don't let my kids get away with it, and I won't let anybody here as well.
We're fucking here to help.
And this years winner of the Heisman, GIG EM!Quote from: AglawyerGIG EM!!!Quote from: wastepanelHome of the 12th Man (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Homeofthe12thMan.jpg)Just a comment...
I fucking love football.
And, today, despite stadiums trying to maximize profits by building malls in their stadiums and making it damn near impossible to sit close to the field, a home crowd is a clear advantage.
Ask the Seattle Seahawks.
That team is .500 team on the road. They are inconsistent, and don't seem to be able to finish games when on the road. Hell, their biggest road game I can remember them winning in the last few years is tainted by replacement refs.
But don't fucking mess with them at home.
That team is lights out, no holds barred, fuck you up and you mother too good. They are damn near impossible to beat.
Their crowd drives them on. It is rumored that the stadium is built with special materials that reverberate sound back to the field driving away teams crazy. The crowd knows this, and they are fucking insane in their enthusiasm the entire time.
We at the KTC know what this feels like.
There are days when I just don't feel like strong. There are days when I'm tired, bruised, and sore. There are days when my opponent should have me outmatched mentally and physically.
But then the crowd roars.
I've got the fucking advantage now.
I've got talent without you guys, but your support helps me play to my fullest potential. I'm bigger, stronger, and faster with you at my side. Despite the fact you aren't on the field with me, I can't win without you.
Thank you.
I know the Seattle Seahawks copied my Texas AM Aggies with the whole 12th man thing. Started at Texas AM in 1922. Nonetheless, the link you posted was of Kyle Field where the Aggies play...not Seattle. Nonetheless, I always enjoy seeing someone post something about my Aggies....even if indirectly.
An aside from the point of your post I know so didn't mean to distract from that. Just wanted to point out the pic was from Aggieland.
Being a retread is not about coming back and giving the perfect answers to the 3 questions. This was my answer.Quote from: lootI stopped chewing in September 2006 on the lite site (with guys such Franpro, chewie, and even loot). I was in the September 2006 group (The St. Nic O Frees) and hit my hof date in December 2006.Quote from: midwestusa*LOOT pulls up a chair next to the fire and gets prepared to read this novel... Again*Quote from: wastepanelSpeaking of longevity, wastepanel, what's your story? You really joined this place 5 years ago?Quote from: lootOctober SpelunkersShOct and Awe-ctober
Sounds good huh?
Spineless lot you are....
Or we could stay simple and go with "Those fucking October bastards".
'Popcorn'
How about some accountability this time wastedtime?
Good luck getting a decent Answer MWU.
I'm not quite sure how I got signed up to this site, but I made 1 post prior to 8 days ago.
Fast forward some....
It was October 25, 2009 (I've been thinking a lot about my nic addiction lately, and I can pinpoint it to this date as my cave.). I went to a Browns game (against Green Bay) with my friend, got drunk, and thought "It's only one...".
I was no longer posting roll at that point. Hell, I convinced myself I could do it just once DESPITE MY HOF SPEECH SAYING OTHERWISE.
I had a chew. 1 chew.
It was out of my mouth within 45 minutes (It was gross, I reverted back to the spit everything I've ever had in my mouth out, got the hiccups, etc.)
"That wasn't so bad" I thought.
So, a few weeks later I had another. And another. And another....
By February 2010, I was back into a full blown habit (addiction). I was going through 3 cans a weeks of Skoal, and my wife realized I was chewing again.
I will repeat this: I never came to this board nor the other board during this time period. I never posted roll and went back on it.
I returned to this board last week by googling "quit chewing website" (which is how I found the lite board in 2006). I held my crutches strong, but ended up tossing my shit, and I've now been quit for 8 days.
Roll is important. Roll keeps you honest. Roll makes you realize you are an addict, and won't let your addict brain fool you into thinking otherwise.
I posted roll through 100 days religiously in 2006. I got lazy after I accomplished my goal.
I never truly embraced being involved with other people from the website. I posted my roll, and I ranted every now and then. But I didn't PM people, or text them, or call them. I did it alone.
Because I did it alone, I failed.
I'm changing that this time.
I've learned from my mistakes, but I have never posted roll and gone back on it. I became complacent and I fooled myself. That will not happen again.
I was re-reading some old posts, and I stumbled across this one today.1) Agreed. We all made mistakes, or we wouldn't be here.QuoteBeing a retread is not about coming back and giving the perfect answers to the 3 questions. This was my answer.Quote from: lootI stopped chewing in September 2006 on the lite site (with guys such Franpro, chewie, and even loot). I was in the September 2006 group (The St. Nic O Frees) and hit my hof date in December 2006.Quote from: midwestusa*LOOT pulls up a chair next to the fire and gets prepared to read this novel... Again*Quote from: wastepanelSpeaking of longevity, wastepanel, what's your story? You really joined this place 5 years ago?Quote from: lootOctober SpelunkersShOct and Awe-ctober
Sounds good huh?
Spineless lot you are....
Or we could stay simple and go with "Those fucking October bastards".
'Popcorn'
How about some accountability this time wastedtime?
Good luck getting a decent Answer MWU.
I'm not quite sure how I got signed up to this site, but I made 1 post prior to 8 days ago.
Fast forward some....
It was October 25, 2009 (I've been thinking a lot about my nic addiction lately, and I can pinpoint it to this date as my cave.). I went to a Browns game (against Green Bay) with my friend, got drunk, and thought "It's only one...".
I was no longer posting roll at that point. Hell, I convinced myself I could do it just once DESPITE MY HOF SPEECH SAYING OTHERWISE.
I had a chew. 1 chew.
It was out of my mouth within 45 minutes (It was gross, I reverted back to the spit everything I've ever had in my mouth out, got the hiccups, etc.)
"That wasn't so bad" I thought.
So, a few weeks later I had another. And another. And another....
By February 2010, I was back into a full blown habit (addiction). I was going through 3 cans a weeks of Skoal, and my wife realized I was chewing again.
I will repeat this: I never came to this board nor the other board during this time period. I never posted roll and went back on it.
I returned to this board last week by googling "quit chewing website" (which is how I found the lite board in 2006). I held my crutches strong, but ended up tossing my shit, and I've now been quit for 8 days.
Roll is important. Roll keeps you honest. Roll makes you realize you are an addict, and won't let your addict brain fool you into thinking otherwise.
I posted roll through 100 days religiously in 2006. I got lazy after I accomplished my goal.
I never truly embraced being involved with other people from the website. I posted my roll, and I ranted every now and then. But I didn't PM people, or text them, or call them. I did it alone.
Because I did it alone, I failed.
I'm changing that this time.
I've learned from my mistakes, but I have never posted roll and gone back on it. I became complacent and I fooled myself. That will not happen again.
It was not perfect, but it was a perfect acknowledgement of the three characteristics that all quitters need to carry:
(1) Acknowledgement of past mistakes-The past is the past. We cannot change it.
(2) Acknowledgement that we are and always will be addicts.
(3) A battle cry of our quit and what will be different from all those previous "attempts".
Now, I have seen some guys come back and they are able to say the right thing when they need to. They just forget that they HAVE TO LIVE IT.
I made this post on day 8 of my quit. I've never missed roll. I've surrounded myself with protection. I've stayed involved in this site.
Although the 3 questions are intended for those that we deem "failures", try answering them sometime about your quit. I was successful yesterday because I posted roll and kept my word. I've stayed involved and owned my quit. I am not doing differently today because I want to be quit more than anything else.
I know that you can do this because I am.
I quit with all of you today.
Right by your side, every day brotherQuote from: wastepanelI was re-reading some old posts, and I stumbled across this one today.1) Agreed. We all made mistakes, or we wouldn't be here.QuoteBeing a retread is not about coming back and giving the perfect answers to the 3 questions. This was my answer.Quote from: lootI stopped chewing in September 2006 on the lite site (with guys such Franpro, chewie, and even loot). I was in the September 2006 group (The St. Nic O Frees) and hit my hof date in December 2006.Quote from: midwestusa*LOOT pulls up a chair next to the fire and gets prepared to read this novel... Again*Quote from: wastepanelSpeaking of longevity, wastepanel, what's your story? You really joined this place 5 years ago?Quote from: lootOctober SpelunkersShOct and Awe-ctober
Sounds good huh?
Spineless lot you are....
Or we could stay simple and go with "Those fucking October bastards".
'Popcorn'
How about some accountability this time wastedtime?
Good luck getting a decent Answer MWU.
I'm not quite sure how I got signed up to this site, but I made 1 post prior to 8 days ago.
Fast forward some....
It was October 25, 2009 (I've been thinking a lot about my nic addiction lately, and I can pinpoint it to this date as my cave.). I went to a Browns game (against Green Bay) with my friend, got drunk, and thought "It's only one...".
I was no longer posting roll at that point. Hell, I convinced myself I could do it just once DESPITE MY HOF SPEECH SAYING OTHERWISE.
I had a chew. 1 chew.
It was out of my mouth within 45 minutes (It was gross, I reverted back to the spit everything I've ever had in my mouth out, got the hiccups, etc.)
"That wasn't so bad" I thought.
So, a few weeks later I had another. And another. And another....
By February 2010, I was back into a full blown habit (addiction). I was going through 3 cans a weeks of Skoal, and my wife realized I was chewing again.
I will repeat this: I never came to this board nor the other board during this time period. I never posted roll and went back on it.
I returned to this board last week by googling "quit chewing website" (which is how I found the lite board in 2006). I held my crutches strong, but ended up tossing my shit, and I've now been quit for 8 days.
Roll is important. Roll keeps you honest. Roll makes you realize you are an addict, and won't let your addict brain fool you into thinking otherwise.
I posted roll through 100 days religiously in 2006. I got lazy after I accomplished my goal.
I never truly embraced being involved with other people from the website. I posted my roll, and I ranted every now and then. But I didn't PM people, or text them, or call them. I did it alone.
Because I did it alone, I failed.
I'm changing that this time.
I've learned from my mistakes, but I have never posted roll and gone back on it. I became complacent and I fooled myself. That will not happen again.
It was not perfect, but it was a perfect acknowledgement of the three characteristics that all quitters need to carry:
(1) Acknowledgement of past mistakes-The past is the past. We cannot change it.
(2) Acknowledgement that we are and always will be addicts.
(3) A battle cry of our quit and what will be different from all those previous "attempts".
Now, I have seen some guys come back and they are able to say the right thing when they need to. They just forget that they HAVE TO LIVE IT.
I made this post on day 8 of my quit. I've never missed roll. I've surrounded myself with protection. I've stayed involved in this site.
Although the 3 questions are intended for those that we deem "failures", try answering them sometime about your quit. I was successful yesterday because I posted roll and kept my word. I've stayed involved and owned my quit. I am not doing differently today because I want to be quit more than anything else.
I know that you can do this because I am.
I quit with all of you today.
2) I am an addict. Just like I was 847 days ago.
3) Never again!! I made a promise this morning, and I'll see my crew again tomorrow.
I quit with you today.
This is awesome stuff. I could read these old posts all day. Reading about everyone's challenges and successes pushes me onward. You guys are warriers.Ahem. LOOT didnt cave bro. The exchange was LOOT forcing a revelation on WP. He was a little reluctant, like we all are, to admit we are addicts. It took some prodding to get WP there...but look at him now. He is one of LOOTs heros. You won't find a better example.
Unfortunately it seems like the struggle never ends. Loot how could cave in after all that time. I would sure like to see some posts about how simple it is once your finally "cured". I guess that is the sad truth, there is no cured.
This addiction makes me so angry. I hope and pray that my children never know the pains of addiction.
@got2...Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThis is awesome stuff. I could read these old posts all day. Reading about everyone's challenges and successes pushes me onward. You guys are warriers.ÂAhem. LOOT didnt cave bro. The exchange was LOOT forcing a revelation on WP. He was a little reluctant, like we all are, to admit we are addicts. It took some prodding to get WP there...but look at him now. He is one of LOOTs heros. You won't find a better example.
Unfortunately it seems like the struggle never ends. Loot how could cave in after all that time. I would sure like to see some posts about how simple it is once your finally "cured". I guess that is the sad truth, there is no cured.
This addiction makes me so angry. I hope and pray that my children never know the pains of addiction.
This is awesome stuff. I could read these old posts all day. Reading about everyone's challenges and successes pushes me onward. You guys are warriers.You are exactly right.
Unfortunately it seems like the struggle never ends. Loot how could cave in after all that time. I would sure like to see some posts about how simple it is once your finally "cured". I guess that is the sad truth, there is no cured.
This addiction makes me so angry. I hope and pray that my children never know the pains of addiction.
^^one of the biggest reasons I am here today^^Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThis is awesome stuff. I could read these old posts all day. Reading about everyone's challenges and successes pushes me onward. You guys are warriers.ÂAhem. LOOT didnt cave bro. The exchange was LOOT forcing a revelation on WP. He was a little reluctant, like we all are, to admit we are addicts. It took some prodding to get WP there...but look at him now. He is one of LOOTs heros. You won't find a better example.
Unfortunately it seems like the struggle never ends. Loot how could cave in after all that time. I would sure like to see some posts about how simple it is once your finally "cured". I guess that is the sad truth, there is no cured.
This addiction makes me so angry. I hope and pray that my children never know the pains of addiction.
'getaroom'Quote from: loot^^one of the biggest reasons I am here today^^Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThis is awesome stuff. I could read these old posts all day. Reading about everyone's challenges and successes pushes me onward. You guys are warriers.ÂAhem. LOOT didnt cave bro. The exchange was LOOT forcing a revelation on WP. He was a little reluctant, like we all are, to admit we are addicts. It took some prodding to get WP there...but look at him now. He is one of LOOTs heros. You won't find a better example.
Unfortunately it seems like the struggle never ends. Loot how could cave in after all that time. I would sure like to see some posts about how simple it is once your finally "cured". I guess that is the sad truth, there is no cured.
This addiction makes me so angry. I hope and pray that my children never know the pains of addiction.
It definitely gets easier but you have to stay on top of it. Kinda like fuckin a fat girl. Nic bitch will smother you with her fatt if you let her.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThis is awesome stuff. I could read these old posts all day. Reading about everyone's challenges and successes pushes me onward. You guys are warriers.ÂAhem. LOOT didnt cave bro. The exchange was LOOT forcing a revelation on WP. He was a little reluctant, like we all are, to admit we are addicts. It took some prodding to get WP there...but look at him now. He is one of LOOTs heros. You won't find a better example.
Unfortunately it seems like the struggle never ends. Loot how could cave in after all that time. I would sure like to see some posts about how simple it is once your finally "cured". I guess that is the sad truth, there is no cured.
This addiction makes me so angry. I hope and pray that my children never know the pains of addiction.
If LOOT has had any impact on your quit, either by sharing his jewels with you (get yer fuckin hands off me 40)Â…by offering an outlet for your angerÂ…or simply by pissing away the day with mindless babble, then please return the favor. Pick out a couple young quitters and mentor. DonÂ’t let their achievements, however small, go unnoticed or without comment. Sacrifice of yourself to reach out to a brother in need. Please.I've been thinking about accountability a lot lately, and how so many people here were so instrumental in my quit. Then, I started thinking about how I have been instrumental (hopefully) in some other quits out there. I then realized that some of the quitters I've mentored are now mentoring others in the same fashion I once took them in.
If you do this, youÂ’ll build lasting relationships and in the process build your own accountability even beyond roll call. Roll call is a daily commitment. The bonds I share with some of the best people in the world are lifetime commitments. Roll call be damnedÂ…those who are truly my brothers know that I will never betray them.
I :wub: wastepanel. Hes so cute too.QuoteIf LOOT has had any impact on your quit, either by sharing his jewels with you (get yer fuckin hands off me 40)Â…by offering an outlet for your angerÂ…or simply by pissing away the day with mindless babble, then please return the favor. Pick out a couple young quitters and mentor. DonÂ’t let their achievements, however small, go unnoticed or without comment. Sacrifice of yourself to reach out to a brother in need. Please.I've been thinking about accountability a lot lately, and how so many people here were so instrumental in my quit. Then, I started thinking about how I have been instrumental (hopefully) in some other quits out there. I then realized that some of the quitters I've mentored are now mentoring others in the same fashion I once took them in.
If you do this, youÂ’ll build lasting relationships and in the process build your own accountability even beyond roll call. Roll call is a daily commitment. The bonds I share with some of the best people in the world are lifetime commitments. Roll call be damnedÂ…those who are truly my brothers know that I will never betray them.
It's the mother fucking circle of quit.
What I don't think many people realize is how many days quit are built into mine. Would I be quit today if Loot, ODAAT, 30, J2b, Luke, and Nolaq hadn't made the decision to be quit as well once? I'd like to think so, but I know that their experiences quitting and the support they were able to give early in my quit propped up my quit when I needed it most. I wonder if Eaf, Moe, CNC, Luby, and even TK making their decision about the same time I did kept me quit by giving me quit brothers I'd fight wars for. I wonder if McCarmo, CoachSteve, and many others typing the same the words I wrote to them once have helped keep me quit by showing me that others take what I say to heart.
All of these guys (and many, many more) have been very instrumental in my quit and I'd like to say thank you to all of them.
I'm going to try something new.
The KTC has many products available at the store. I'm going to purchase a coin for a new quitter, and engrave my name and day count (on his/her day 1). That coin then will be sent to that quitter to protect.
Not only is that quitter steering his own quit, but he knows that part of my quit is entrusted to him.
Once he makes the Hall of Fame, then he will engrave the coin with his name and day count after adopting a new quitter. The coin will serve as a physical reminder of all the days that were put in so that he can be quit. He will then send it along.
How badass would it be to be holding a coin with a family tree of sorts showing how you came to be quit?
So, let's see...That is an awesome day and you have so much day left! Way to live life!
I ran 8.80 miles today.
I coached my son's basketball team to victory.
I visited with family over lunch.
I'm sitting here reviewing client's files for their taxes.
Most importantly, I posted roll for the 591st consecutive time and keeping my word for the 591st consecutive time.
It's 1:30.
I love quit me.
What can you do when you're quit?
this is big time....freedom is a wonderful thingQuote from: wastepanelSo, let's see...That is an awesome day and you have so much day left! Way to live life!
I ran 8.80 miles today.
I coached my son's basketball team to victory.
I visited with family over lunch.
I'm sitting here reviewing client's files for their taxes.
Most importantly, I posted roll for the 591st consecutive time and keeping my word for the 591st consecutive time.
It's 1:30.
I love quit me.
What can you do when you're quit?
So, let's see...Braggart. :)
I ran 8.80 miles today.
I coached my son's basketball team to victory.
I visited with family over lunch.
I'm sitting here reviewing client's files for their taxes.
Most importantly, I posted roll for the 591st consecutive time and keeping my word for the 591st consecutive time.
It's 1:30.
I love quit me.
What can you do when you're quit?
You're my hero!Quote from: Scowick65this is big time....freedom is a wonderful thingQuote from: wastepanelSo, let's see...That is an awesome day and you have so much day left! Way to live life!
I ran 8.80 miles today.
I coached my son's basketball team to victory.
I visited with family over lunch.
I'm sitting here reviewing client's files for their taxes.
Most importantly, I posted roll for the 591st consecutive time and keeping my word for the 591st consecutive time.
It's 1:30.
I love quit me.
What can you do when you're quit?
Day 600?badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
Congrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600?badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600#55357;#56448;badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
carpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Nicely done, waste!!Quote from: Soulimancarpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Just Awesome Waste! That is a super accomplishment of Quit. You're my HERO sir!! 'clap' Thank you for being here, you're a huge inspiration!Quote from: Scowick65Nicely done, waste!!Quote from: Soulimancarpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Did anybody send WP a picture of his cuz that we met over in Tybee?
Six hundo...DAMN. CHAMP!Nice! Thanks for working so hard to show us the way, congrats on 600!
Thanks for all your words sir.. some of them are in my foundation..peaceQuote from: RadmanJust Awesome Waste! That is a super accomplishment of Quit. You're my HERO sir!! 'clap' Thank you for being here, you're a huge inspiration!Quote from: Scowick65Nicely done, waste!!Quote from: Soulimancarpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Did anybody send WP a picture of his cuz that we met over in Tybee?
Congrats Brother. You are making a difference everyday.Quote from: 30isEnuffThanks for all your words sir.. some of them are in my foundation..peaceQuote from: RadmanJust Awesome Waste! That is a super accomplishment of Quit. You're my HERO sir!! 'clap' Thank you for being here, you're a huge inspiration!Quote from: Scowick65Nicely done, waste!!Quote from: Soulimancarpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Did anybody send WP a picture of his cuz that we met over in Tybee?
Awesome Job!!! Thanks for all that you do!!Quote from: kanaCongrats Brother. You are making a difference everyday.Quote from: 30isEnuffThanks for all your words sir.. some of them are in my foundation..peaceQuote from: RadmanJust Awesome Waste! That is a super accomplishment of Quit. You're my HERO sir!! 'clap' Thank you for being here, you're a huge inspiration!Quote from: Scowick65Nicely done, waste!!Quote from: Soulimancarpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Did anybody send WP a picture of his cuz that we met over in Tybee?
Thanks for what you do around here.
Waste,Quote from: ReadyAwesome Job!!! Thanks for all that you do!!Quote from: kanaCongrats Brother. You are making a difference everyday.Quote from: 30isEnuffThanks for all your words sir.. some of them are in my foundation..peaceQuote from: RadmanJust Awesome Waste! That is a super accomplishment of Quit. You're my HERO sir!! 'clap' Thank you for being here, you're a huge inspiration!Quote from: Scowick65Nicely done, waste!!Quote from: Soulimancarpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Did anybody send WP a picture of his cuz that we met over in Tybee?
Thanks for what you do around here.
'boob' 'boob' 'boob'
Amazing Accomplishment! You give all us quitters motivation to do even better!Quote from: jhaenel23Waste,Quote from: ReadyAwesome Job!!! Thanks for all that you do!!Quote from: kanaCongrats Brother. You are making a difference everyday.Quote from: 30isEnuffThanks for all your words sir.. some of them are in my foundation..peaceQuote from: RadmanJust Awesome Waste! That is a super accomplishment of Quit. You're my HERO sir!! 'clap' Thank you for being here, you're a huge inspiration!Quote from: Scowick65Nicely done, waste!!Quote from: Soulimancarpe diemQuote from: Grizzly25Congrats bro!!! Outstanding shit man.Quote from: Luby'clap' 'clap' 'clap'Quote from: lbjCongrats waste! Proud of you, proud to call you my friend and proud to quit with you.Quote from: wastepanelDay 600��badass quiter folks
No fucking regrets.
I'm quit, and today is mine.
"Who's the man????"
"You da man!!!!"
Proud to be quit with you brother!
Did anybody send WP a picture of his cuz that we met over in Tybee?
Thanks for what you do around here.
'boob' 'boob' 'boob'
I love that 600 because some of those days you were able to keep me on track. If you weren't here posting and supporting, not sure if I would be undefeated and still quit.
:wub: I'm proud of your 600 not only for saving yourself but for offering your hand to me when I needed it.
This 600 is bigger than you. I'm certain that I am not alone when I feel like you should get some more credit for my days quit.
Congrats not only for this accomplishment but for being involved and wise in helping others on the journey.
The three-year-old, here's her deal. She's a three-year-old.Damn WP thanks for sharing, pretty fucking intense reading there. My freaking arms got tight and heart beat started ripping reading that. Powerful powerful stuff right there.
That's really it.
She's three years old.
The other day I got in a fight with her. Whose fault is that?
I'm 41, and she's three. It's always your fault with a three-year-old, always, because they are just what they are. They can't help it. Just tape the windows. It's a fucking hurricane.
Just wait.
Anytime you're like this with a three-year-old, ("don't you understand?")-- you're an idiot. That's you being an idiot. "no, I don't, dad. I haven't developed enough." But it was partly her fault, 'cause she wore me down.
Let me tell you what happened.
It was this horrible, horrible day.
It started the night before, 'cause she woke me up all night. She just woke me up every fucking just ten minutes. She just woke me up-- just "dad"--with nothing.
That's the worst part.
"oh, fuck you! You got nothing!"
so now it's the next morning. I'm making breakfast, and I'm gone. I'm insane. I drank too much coffee to overcompensate. I keep having these moments and there's nothing there. Just nothing. Just, "huh? ah."
I'm making french toast.
She's over there sitting in her little chair, just fucking anger. Just pure--she's a little ball of anger. And she's like, "Make me some French Toast!". I'm like, "yeah, that's what I'm making, honey. I'm making french toast. I'll bring it over."
"yes, of course I'll give you syrup. I always do."
"i'm happy to cut it for you."
"You're not asking nicely, but it's okay. I'll cut it for you, baby."
then she's looking at her plate, .. [breathing deeply] 'Cause she needs to be--want something. You know, there's nothing logical for her to want, so her brain has to go somewhere crazy.
So she's looking at her plate. She goes, "i don't know which piece to eat". And I'm still not engaging. I'm like, "oh, I know, honey, that's hard.
That's really hard.
I'll just make a list of pros and cons for every piece, and I'll help you out later." I look at her, and she's walking towards me now with the plate just vertical with syrup fucking going on the floor. And she's like, "help me!" and I'm standing there, looking at her, and I love her, and I'm proud of her in a way, 'cause I know she'll never want for anything.
She'll beat the shit out of people.
She'll kill people for meat after the apocalypse.
She'll be one of those. And then later I'm trying to get them dressed for school. And now the clock's ticking, and I'm like, "ugh! And I'm trying to put a sweater on her, and it's impossible. The sweater has buttons that just don't exist. And I'm fucking with my fat fingers, and they're full of sweat.
And I have just tears going down my cheeks, crazy tears. I'm not crying. I'm like smiling with tears, copious--"i can't button the sweater. I can't button the sweater" and she's going like this.
So I give her a fig newton just to immobilize her, just to stop it, 'cause she loves fig newtons. I go, "here, honey, have a fig newton". She goes, "they're not called fig newtons. They're called PIG newtons!"
and I go, "no, they're not. "
and right away in my head, I'm like, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"
Why?
What is to be gained?
What do you care?
Just, 'yeah, pig newtons.
Fine, go ahead.
Good luck to you.
Go through life.
See what kind of job you can hold down with shit like that clanging around in your head.
I don't care.
but for some reason, I engaged.
"No, honey, they're called FIG Newtons" she goes, "no, you don't know. You don't know!"
and I just--i feel this rage building inside. Just--because it's not that she's wrong. She's three. She's entitled to be wrong. But it's the fucking arrogance of this kid. No humility. No decent sense of self-doubt.
She's not going like, "dad, I think those are pig newtons. Are you sure that you have that right?" she's not saying that. She's not going like, "dad, I'm pretty sure those are pig newtons," which would be a little cunty, but acceptable. I could deal with that.
She's giving me nothing.
"No, you don't know."
"Those are pig--"
I'm like, "really? I don't know? I don't know?"
"Dude, I'm not even using my memory right now. Okay, I'm reading the fucking box that the shit came out of. It says it! Where are you getting your information? How do you fuck with me on this? You're three, and I'm 41. What are the odds that you're right and I'm wrong? What are the sheer odds of that? And take a bite of the cookie. Does it taste like a pork cookie, motherfucker?"
"I don't think so."
"Why would they call it a pig newton? What's--oh, it tastes like figs. Fucking interesting, isn't that? "
I didn't say a word of that, obviously.
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--Louis CK, Hilarious (and perfectly explains the day to day battles of being a father to a 4 year old and the mentality of some new stoppers that visit here).
The three-year-old, here's her deal. She's a three-year-old.Dang. I wish you had put that this was from Louis CK BEFORE I read it. I thought your were cracking or something. I thought it was gonna end with you back handing your daughter or something. I was literally worried reading it. LOL.
That's really it.
She's three years old.
The other day I got in a fight with her. Whose fault is that?
I'm 41, and she's three. It's always your fault with a three-year-old, always, because they are just what they are. They can't help it. Just tape the windows. It's a fucking hurricane.
Just wait.
Anytime you're like this with a three-year-old, ("don't you understand?")-- you're an idiot. That's you being an idiot. "no, I don't, dad. I haven't developed enough." But it was partly her fault, 'cause she wore me down.
Let me tell you what happened.
It was this horrible, horrible day.
It started the night before, 'cause she woke me up all night. She just woke me up every fucking just ten minutes. She just woke me up-- just "dad"--with nothing.
That's the worst part.
"oh, fuck you! You got nothing!"
so now it's the next morning. I'm making breakfast, and I'm gone. I'm insane. I drank too much coffee to overcompensate. I keep having these moments and there's nothing there. Just nothing. Just, "huh? ah."
I'm making french toast.
She's over there sitting in her little chair, just fucking anger. Just pure--she's a little ball of anger. And she's like, "Make me some French Toast!". I'm like, "yeah, that's what I'm making, honey. I'm making french toast. I'll bring it over."
"yes, of course I'll give you syrup. I always do."
"i'm happy to cut it for you."
"You're not asking nicely, but it's okay. I'll cut it for you, baby."
then she's looking at her plate, .. [breathing deeply] 'Cause she needs to be--want something. You know, there's nothing logical for her to want, so her brain has to go somewhere crazy.
So she's looking at her plate. She goes, "i don't know which piece to eat". And I'm still not engaging. I'm like, "oh, I know, honey, that's hard.
That's really hard.
I'll just make a list of pros and cons for every piece, and I'll help you out later." I look at her, and she's walking towards me now with the plate just vertical with syrup fucking going on the floor. And she's like, "help me!" and I'm standing there, looking at her, and I love her, and I'm proud of her in a way, 'cause I know she'll never want for anything.
She'll beat the shit out of people.
She'll kill people for meat after the apocalypse.
She'll be one of those. And then later I'm trying to get them dressed for school. And now the clock's ticking, and I'm like, "ugh! And I'm trying to put a sweater on her, and it's impossible. The sweater has buttons that just don't exist. And I'm fucking with my fat fingers, and they're full of sweat.
And I have just tears going down my cheeks, crazy tears. I'm not crying. I'm like smiling with tears, copious--"i can't button the sweater. I can't button the sweater" and she's going like this.
So I give her a fig newton just to immobilize her, just to stop it, 'cause she loves fig newtons. I go, "here, honey, have a fig newton". She goes, "they're not called fig newtons. They're called PIG newtons!"
and I go, "no, they're not. "
and right away in my head, I'm like, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"
Why?
What is to be gained?
What do you care?
Just, 'yeah, pig newtons.
Fine, go ahead.
Good luck to you.
Go through life.
See what kind of job you can hold down with shit like that clanging around in your head.
I don't care.
but for some reason, I engaged.
"No, honey, they're called FIG Newtons" she goes, "no, you don't know. You don't know!"
and I just--i feel this rage building inside. Just--because it's not that she's wrong. She's three. She's entitled to be wrong. But it's the fucking arrogance of this kid. No humility. No decent sense of self-doubt.
She's not going like, "dad, I think those are pig newtons. Are you sure that you have that right?" she's not saying that. She's not going like, "dad, I'm pretty sure those are pig newtons," which would be a little cunty, but acceptable. I could deal with that.
She's giving me nothing.
"No, you don't know."
"Those are pig--"
I'm like, "really? I don't know? I don't know?"
"Dude, I'm not even using my memory right now. Okay, I'm reading the fucking box that the shit came out of. It says it! Where are you getting your information? How do you fuck with me on this? You're three, and I'm 41. What are the odds that you're right and I'm wrong? What are the sheer odds of that? And take a bite of the cookie. Does it taste like a pork cookie, motherfucker?"
"I don't think so."
"Why would they call it a pig newton? What's--oh, it tastes like figs. Fucking interesting, isn't that? "
I didn't say a word of that, obviously.
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--Louis CK, Hilarious (and perfectly explains the day to day battles of being a father to a 4 year old and the mentality of some new stoppers that visit here).
Damn, I could relate to a lot of that.... The good reads you come up with continues to amaze me..... Thanks for sharing. How do you get stuff into Words of Wisdom? this belongs there if it isn't all ready.Quote from: wastepanelThe three-year-old, here's her deal. She's a three-year-old.Dang. I wish you had put that this was from Louis CK BEFORE I read it. I thought your were cracking or something. I thought it was gonna end with you back handing your daughter or something. I was literally worried reading it. LOL.
That's really it.
She's three years old.
The other day I got in a fight with her. Whose fault is that?
I'm 41, and she's three. It's always your fault with a three-year-old, always, because they are just what they are. They can't help it. Just tape the windows. It's a fucking hurricane.
Just wait.
Anytime you're like this with a three-year-old, ("don't you understand?")-- you're an idiot. That's you being an idiot. "no, I don't, dad. I haven't developed enough." But it was partly her fault, 'cause she wore me down.
Let me tell you what happened.
It was this horrible, horrible day.
It started the night before, 'cause she woke me up all night. She just woke me up every fucking just ten minutes. She just woke me up-- just "dad"--with nothing.
That's the worst part.
"oh, fuck you! You got nothing!"
so now it's the next morning. I'm making breakfast, and I'm gone. I'm insane. I drank too much coffee to overcompensate. I keep having these moments and there's nothing there. Just nothing. Just, "huh? ah."
I'm making french toast.
She's over there sitting in her little chair, just fucking anger. Just pure--she's a little ball of anger. And she's like, "Make me some French Toast!". I'm like, "yeah, that's what I'm making, honey. I'm making french toast. I'll bring it over."
"yes, of course I'll give you syrup. I always do."
"i'm happy to cut it for you."
"You're not asking nicely, but it's okay. I'll cut it for you, baby."
then she's looking at her plate, .. [breathing deeply] 'Cause she needs to be--want something. You know, there's nothing logical for her to want, so her brain has to go somewhere crazy.
So she's looking at her plate. She goes, "i don't know which piece to eat". And I'm still not engaging. I'm like, "oh, I know, honey, that's hard.
That's really hard.
I'll just make a list of pros and cons for every piece, and I'll help you out later." I look at her, and she's walking towards me now with the plate just vertical with syrup fucking going on the floor. And she's like, "help me!" and I'm standing there, looking at her, and I love her, and I'm proud of her in a way, 'cause I know she'll never want for anything.
She'll beat the shit out of people.
She'll kill people for meat after the apocalypse.
She'll be one of those. And then later I'm trying to get them dressed for school. And now the clock's ticking, and I'm like, "ugh! And I'm trying to put a sweater on her, and it's impossible. The sweater has buttons that just don't exist. And I'm fucking with my fat fingers, and they're full of sweat.
And I have just tears going down my cheeks, crazy tears. I'm not crying. I'm like smiling with tears, copious--"i can't button the sweater. I can't button the sweater" and she's going like this.
So I give her a fig newton just to immobilize her, just to stop it, 'cause she loves fig newtons. I go, "here, honey, have a fig newton". She goes, "they're not called fig newtons. They're called PIG newtons!"
and I go, "no, they're not. "
and right away in my head, I'm like, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"
Why?
What is to be gained?
What do you care?
Just, 'yeah, pig newtons.
Fine, go ahead.
Good luck to you.
Go through life.
See what kind of job you can hold down with shit like that clanging around in your head.
I don't care.
but for some reason, I engaged.
"No, honey, they're called FIG Newtons" she goes, "no, you don't know. You don't know!"
and I just--i feel this rage building inside. Just--because it's not that she's wrong. She's three. She's entitled to be wrong. But it's the fucking arrogance of this kid. No humility. No decent sense of self-doubt.
She's not going like, "dad, I think those are pig newtons. Are you sure that you have that right?" she's not saying that. She's not going like, "dad, I'm pretty sure those are pig newtons," which would be a little cunty, but acceptable. I could deal with that.
She's giving me nothing.
"No, you don't know."
"Those are pig--"
I'm like, "really? I don't know? I don't know?"
"Dude, I'm not even using my memory right now. Okay, I'm reading the fucking box that the shit came out of. It says it! Where are you getting your information? How do you fuck with me on this? You're three, and I'm 41. What are the odds that you're right and I'm wrong? What are the sheer odds of that? And take a bite of the cookie. Does it taste like a pork cookie, motherfucker?"
"I don't think so."
"Why would they call it a pig newton? What's--oh, it tastes like figs. Fucking interesting, isn't that? "
I didn't say a word of that, obviously.
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--Louis CK, Hilarious (and perfectly explains the day to day battles of being a father to a 4 year old and the mentality of some new stoppers that visit here).
Realizing you're not going nuts that's some funny shit. I have a 7 and 9 yr old and can totally relate. I can also relate to the mantality of some of stoppers here. Some of them would argue water is dry.
Good shit.
I'm fucking stressed.Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.
I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.
Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.
Wanna know why?
I'm quit.
I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.
Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!
Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.
I'm in charge now mother fuckers.
I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.
I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.
Be in charge.
Be yourself.
Fuck the rest.
Well, it's not even the caves.Quote from: wastepanelI'm fucking stressed.Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.
I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.
Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.
Wanna know why?
I'm quit.
I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.
Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!
Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.
I'm in charge now mother fuckers.
I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.
I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.
Be in charge.
Be yourself.
Fuck the rest.
These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.
Thanks for sharing Wastepanel. You strengthened by quit today!Quote from: Its_Got2HappenWell, it's not even the caves.Quote from: wastepanelI'm fucking stressed.Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.
I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.
Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.
Wanna know why?
I'm quit.
I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.
Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!
Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.
I'm in charge now mother fuckers.
I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.
I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.
Be in charge.
Be yourself.
Fuck the rest.
These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.
I can't control other people's actions. Only they can.
It's the talk like we're missing out on something or that there is always greener pastures. And I'm seeing it a lot more lately. I'm guessing it's because spring is popping up and that always brings back the "nostalgia" crave. We're in the fucking greener pastures and we're looking for greener-er.
It's so easy to get stuck in a funk and the feeling something will make our lives better. It's all about perception.
I accept that I am an addict.
Have I shut the door on nicotine? You bet. I know the path to success. Post roll. keep my word. Repeat. 628 for 628.
Will I crave again? You bet. But it's so minor compared to the bullshit I went through initially that I have to put it up against that. Those first 100 days I was as fucked up as they come. Emotionally, it left me fatigued. But as I've traveled along, my life is nothing like it was 2 years ago. I'm in control. It does not control me.
sometimes I think about ex-girlfriends, maybe one was sluttier, maybe one smelled like red fruit, maybe one had a weird foot fetish thing, whatever, i'm not here to litter your intro with oddities, but to make the point that we all look at the past with rose-colored glasses sometimes and overlook that every one of those exes became and ex for very good reasons.Quote from: wastepanelThanks for sharing Wastepanel. You strengthened by quit today!Quote from: Its_Got2HappenWell, it's not even the caves.Quote from: wastepanelI'm fucking stressed.Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.
I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.
Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.
Wanna know why?
I'm quit.
I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.
Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!
Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.
I'm in charge now mother fuckers.
I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.
I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.
Be in charge.
Be yourself.
Fuck the rest.
These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.
I can't control other people's actions. Only they can.
It's the talk like we're missing out on something or that there is always greener pastures. And I'm seeing it a lot more lately. I'm guessing it's because spring is popping up and that always brings back the "nostalgia" crave. We're in the fucking greener pastures and we're looking for greener-er.
It's so easy to get stuck in a funk and the feeling something will make our lives better. It's all about perception.
I accept that I am an addict.
Have I shut the door on nicotine? You bet. I know the path to success. Post roll. keep my word. Repeat. 628 for 628.
Will I crave again? You bet. But it's so minor compared to the bullshit I went through initially that I have to put it up against that. Those first 100 days I was as fucked up as they come. Emotionally, it left me fatigued. But as I've traveled along, my life is nothing like it was 2 years ago. I'm in control. It does not control me.
Fuck yes, someone who owns a set of balls and stands where the line is black and white. There is no gray in this man's quit and there is no gray in mine either. Proud as hell to quit with brother.Quote from: tazbutanesometimes I think about ex-girlfriends, maybe one was sluttier, maybe one smelled like red fruit, maybe one had a weird foot fetish thing, whatever, i'm not here to litter your intro with oddities, but to make the point that we all look at the past with rose-colored glasses sometimes and overlook that every one of those exes became and ex for very good reasons.Quote from: wastepanelThanks for sharing Wastepanel. You strengthened by quit today!Quote from: Its_Got2HappenWell, it's not even the caves.Quote from: wastepanelI'm fucking stressed.Hell yeah. That just pumped me up. Thanks WP.
I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.
Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.
Wanna know why?
I'm quit.
I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.
Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!
Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.
I'm in charge now mother fuckers.
I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.
I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.
Be in charge.
Be yourself.
Fuck the rest.
These caves even get waste in a tizzy. Anyone's cave can open that possibility of using to another, which can weaken everyone's quit. That fact just gives me more of a reason to press onward.
I can't control other people's actions. Only they can.
It's the talk like we're missing out on something or that there is always greener pastures. And I'm seeing it a lot more lately. I'm guessing it's because spring is popping up and that always brings back the "nostalgia" crave. We're in the fucking greener pastures and we're looking for greener-er.
It's so easy to get stuck in a funk and the feeling something will make our lives better. It's all about perception.
I accept that I am an addict.
Have I shut the door on nicotine? You bet. I know the path to success. Post roll. keep my word. Repeat. 628 for 628.
Will I crave again? You bet. But it's so minor compared to the bullshit I went through initially that I have to put it up against that. Those first 100 days I was as fucked up as they come. Emotionally, it left me fatigued. But as I've traveled along, my life is nothing like it was 2 years ago. I'm in control. It does not control me.
I'm fucking stressed.This is the definition of badassedness.
I'm eating seeds and I found an old can of Hooch Spitfire yesterday and even took a plug of that.
Nicotine is not an option whatsoever, but it is amazing to me that a little bit of stress makes my lip feel empty. It's not a problem, and it's not even that annoying.
Wanna know why?
I'm quit.
I pursue my quit first. Fuck all these talks of failure. I choose to be quit because I like this life. No. Fuck that. LOVE this life.
Yeah. I could choose to fail, but what exactly would that accomplish? It would set me on the same path I've already walked. Why do I want to revisit a time of my life that I so despised? I don't. I still remember what it was like to wake up in the morning with a face covered in Skoal. I still remember being absolutely sick and disgusted with myself over it. I remember cleaning my face prior to showering, brushing my teeth, and THEN FILLING IT AGAIN WITH CANCER WEED like I never skipped a beat because my fucking jaw was on fire. For the entire day. And then I'd fall asleep with another one in!!!
Fuck. I was a disgusting leaf in the wind. I didn't move at my own will at all.
I'm in charge now mother fuckers.
I'm quit because this is what and who I want to be. I'll fucking drive headfirst into a tornado today if I want to. Nobody and nothing can control this shit but me. I've used my quit to drive my life where I want to be, and I will not be turned away by my own actions.
I'm tired of these talks of failure. We do not accept failure here. We learn from it.
Be in charge.
Be yourself.
Fuck the rest.
So, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
I posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:Listen up, this man speaks the truth.QuoteSo, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.
However, let's explore the question.
I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.
What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?
You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.
Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.
Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.
That's where the enemy is, boys.
It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".
That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.
Yet, we are.
It will be there whether we like it or not.
It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.
Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.
Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.
Proud to be quit with all of you today.
You could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!Quote from: wastepanelI posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.QuoteSo, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.
However, let's explore the question.
I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.
What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?
You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.
Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.
Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.
That's where the enemy is, boys.
It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".
That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.
Yet, we are.
It will be there whether we like it or not.
It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.
Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.
Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.
Proud to be quit with all of you today.
What if you knew you only had one week to live.....would you buy a few cans and chew like like a mofo that week?Quote from: Its_Got2HappenYou could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!Quote from: wastepanelI posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.QuoteSo, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.
However, let's explore the question.
I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.
What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?
You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.
Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.
Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.
That's where the enemy is, boys.
It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".
That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.
Yet, we are.
It will be there whether we like it or not.
It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.
Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.
Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.
Proud to be quit with all of you today.
I'm fucking quit, end of story.
Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.
Happily, I probably already know wastepanel's answer to that question and I feel like it's probably the same answer I would give. Not that his would mimic this, but as for me, I'd rather shave porcupines with a dull blade while spanking multiple skunks. This addiction sucks just that bad.Quote from: Eric71What if you knew you only had one week to live.....would you buy a few cans and chew like like a mofo that week?Quote from: Its_Got2HappenYou could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!Quote from: wastepanelI posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.QuoteSo, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.
However, let's explore the question.
I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.
What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?
You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.
Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.
Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.
That's where the enemy is, boys.
It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".
That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.
Yet, we are.
It will be there whether we like it or not.
It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.
Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.
Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.
Proud to be quit with all of you today.
I'm fucking quit, end of story.
Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.
If I was at the doctor's office, and he handed me the horrible news that I had one week to live...what would I do?Quote from: Screw_the_ChewHappily, I probably already know wastepanel's answer to that question and I feel like it's probably the same answer I would give. Not that his would mimic this, but as for me, I'd rather shave porcupines with a dull blade while spanking multiple skunks. This addiction sucks just that bad.Quote from: Eric71What if you knew you only had one week to live.....would you buy a few cans and chew like like a mofo that week?Quote from: Its_Got2HappenYou could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!Quote from: wastepanelI posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.QuoteSo, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.
However, let's explore the question.
I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.
What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?
You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.
Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.
Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.
That's where the enemy is, boys.
It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".
That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.
Yet, we are.
It will be there whether we like it or not.
It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.
Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.
Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.
Proud to be quit with all of you today.
I'm fucking quit, end of story.
Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.
One of my saddest memories is of my mother dying of emphysema... removing the oxygen in order to smoke.Quote from: Dlee3If I was at the doctor's office, and he handed me the horrible news that I had one week to live...what would I do?Quote from: Screw_the_ChewHappily, I probably already know wastepanel's answer to that question and I feel like it's probably the same answer I would give. Not that his would mimic this, but as for me, I'd rather shave porcupines with a dull blade while spanking multiple skunks. This addiction sucks just that bad.Quote from: Eric71What if you knew you only had one week to live.....would you buy a few cans and chew like like a mofo that week?Quote from: Its_Got2HappenYou could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!Quote from: wastepanelI posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.QuoteSo, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.
However, let's explore the question.
I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.
What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?
You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.
Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.
Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.
That's where the enemy is, boys.
It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".
That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.
Yet, we are.
It will be there whether we like it or not.
It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.
Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.
Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.
Proud to be quit with all of you today.
I'm fucking quit, end of story.
Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.
I'd cry.
I'd probably be in denial, and seek a second opinion.
I'd make sure to spend extra time with my kids.
I'd make sure to tell my wife what she means to me.
I'd make sure to tell my dad to be strong, and to help my wife (as he lost his wife and my mom and knows what my wife will go through). I'd tell him how much of a rock he has been in my life, and how I want to thank him for that.
I'd get my affairs in order so that my wife and family wouldn't have to struggle.
I would say goodbye to everybody that I love.
And I would go.
You see, I want those memories with me as I go. I don't want the shitty, disgusting feeling I have plunging my fingers into a can of moistened dirt. I don't want to be lying there, taking my last breath, and chewing on poison.
I control this.
Let me repeat that for you...I CONTROL THIS.
I can't control when or where or even how I die. I can't control all of the bullshit that surrounds me on a daily basis. The only thing that I can control is my actions.
As of this moment, that door is shut in my mind. I've bolted it. I've nailed the kitchen table up to it. But the nic bitch is waiting out there like a hoard of zombies. All she can do is stand out there, moan, and scratch at the door. She ain't getting in. I check it daily.
The only way she gets in is if I let her in.
My freedom is no longer for sale to the nicotine pimps. I quit...despite circumstances.Quote from: wastepanelOne of my saddest memories is of my mother dying of emphysema... removing the oxygen in order to smoke.Quote from: Dlee3If I was at the doctor's office, and he handed me the horrible news that I had one week to live...what would I do?Quote from: Screw_the_ChewHappily, I probably already know wastepanel's answer to that question and I feel like it's probably the same answer I would give. Not that his would mimic this, but as for me, I'd rather shave porcupines with a dull blade while spanking multiple skunks. This addiction sucks just that bad.Quote from: Eric71What if you knew you only had one week to live.....would you buy a few cans and chew like like a mofo that week?Quote from: Its_Got2HappenYou could tell me the whole world was ending in less than 24 hours and I would spend my last moments in excruciating agony and misery watching my family be tortured n front of me and it would not change the fact that I am quit. Circumstances do not change my conviction!Quote from: wastepanelI posted the following question in all of the Pre-Hof groups yesterday:Listen up, this man, this guy this speaking the truth.QuoteSo, guys....As I expected, most of us typed out a response stating (in condensed fashion) "Fuck that!".
(Somehow) North Korea somehow manages to get a missile to the United States and we find ourselves in a nuclear war.
You buying a can?
That's good. That's why we quit and that's why we are quit: The door is shut and personal death will not lead us back to that poison.
However, let's explore the question.
I never said that we personally were in danger. In fact, most of us realize that that North Korea's missiles have a range to hit Alaska or Guam currently. What if I told you that in this scenario, I could guarantee your personal safety but I couldn't for some of your loved ones.
What if I changed it and said you will be safe, but you are going to lose 3 people close to you?
You see, it's not danger or the threat of death that guides us back to the can. It's feeling sorry for ourselves really. We're not inspired by the Tom Kern story because he managed to stay quit throughout his sickness. We're inspired because of the hell it put onto his family, and how we don't want our families to write similar words about us one day.
Most of us identify with Tom in the story. But most cave stories aren't from Tom's perspective. We're not fighting "live or die" situations like that. They are from Jenny's (massive stress), and the final conclusion is that nicotine will help.
Most cave stories of returning members do not involve impending death or ruin. They are about feeling sorry for ourselves, and saying "fuck it". The caves come when that person "was trying to deal with" some bullshit in their lives.
That's where the enemy is, boys.
It's when we feel sorry for our predicament, and we let some drug that twisted our brains become an option. It's when that thought that our predicament "will be better if I chewed".
That would be like Jenny Kern dealing with her husband's death by lighting up regularly. It's stupid, and it does nothing to help. It makes it worse. Jenny (per my knowledge) doesn't have that default because she is not an addict to this drug.
Yet, we are.
It will be there whether we like it or not.
It's how we handle ourselves not only in times of trouble, but in the times afterwards, that makes us "quitters". It's when we feel sorry for ourselves and we're looking for that extra something to either make us feel again or to reduce the pain we're in.
Non-addicts don't have this default. We do.
Shut the door, lock the door, and enroll a few good men here to help you hold it shut.
Proud to be quit with all of you today.
I'm fucking quit, end of story.
Although if someone has balls big enough to torture my family, they will pay the most painful death imaginable. Guaranteed.
I'd cry.
I'd probably be in denial, and seek a second opinion.
I'd make sure to spend extra time with my kids.
I'd make sure to tell my wife what she means to me.
I'd make sure to tell my dad to be strong, and to help my wife (as he lost his wife and my mom and knows what my wife will go through). I'd tell him how much of a rock he has been in my life, and how I want to thank him for that.
I'd get my affairs in order so that my wife and family wouldn't have to struggle.
I would say goodbye to everybody that I love.
And I would go.
You see, I want those memories with me as I go. I don't want the shitty, disgusting feeling I have plunging my fingers into a can of moistened dirt. I don't want to be lying there, taking my last breath, and chewing on poison.
I control this.
Let me repeat that for you...I CONTROL THIS.
I can't control when or where or even how I die. I can't control all of the bullshit that surrounds me on a daily basis. The only thing that I can control is my actions.
As of this moment, that door is shut in my mind. I've bolted it. I've nailed the kitchen table up to it. But the nic bitch is waiting out there like a hoard of zombies. All she can do is stand out there, moan, and scratch at the door. She ain't getting in. I check it daily.
The only way she gets in is if I let her in.
I will not leave that memory of me for my loved ones.
HereÂ’s A Little QuizQuit next to me, and I will applaud you.
You donÂ’t have to actually answer the questions. Just ponder on them.
Just read the article straight through, and youÂ’ll get the point.
Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
Name the last decadeÂ’s worth of World Series Winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
HereÂ’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:
List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
Name five quitters that had an impact on you and your quit.
Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Did you find that Easier?
The lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials..
The most moneyÂ…
or the most awardsÂ…
They simply are the ones who care the most.
Most definitely true. Relationships that we make and those we engage with are what last.Quote from: anonymousHereÂ’s A Little QuizQuit next to me, and I will applaud you.
You donÂ’t have to actually answer the questions. Just ponder on them.
Just read the article straight through, and youÂ’ll get the point.
Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
Name the last decadeÂ’s worth of World Series Winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
HereÂ’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:
List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
Name five quitters that had an impact on you and your quit.
Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Did you find that Easier?
The lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials..
The most moneyÂ…
or the most awardsÂ…
They simply are the ones who care the most.
Quit with me, and I will remember you.
Last night, I had the pleasure of meeting an OSU great (albeit fallen), Jim Tressel.i'm all in waste...thanks for posting that.
The man is a legend in Ohio. He has ties to my area, and after the Ohio State thing went down, he settled at the University of Akron. He's on a few boards around the area, and does smaller events now. I will tell you that he is one helluva speaker though.
He talked a little about 2002 team last night, and what it took for them to get there. In his first 2 seasons, the teams were (basically) .500 teams. When evaluating the players, the coaches realized these kids did not know how to be champions. They were always told they could be champions. They had the talent and potential to be champions.
They just had no idea how.
As a team, they were given the assignment of reading a book about the first national championship team (1942) at OSU. The book had a little biography about each of the 43 players on the roster that season. What is surprising is that, despite being the best team on the field that year, is what happened afterwards. Over 30 of those players enlisted in the armed services the next season and fought in World War II. 3 or them died. A few became war heroes. Most of them went onto great things that did not involve football.
The coaching staff decided to have as many in that season to speak to the team about what it's like to be "them". The first speaker on the eve of the season was an 80 professor from that team. He had enlisted, became a war hero, and was a leading pioneer in videography. The boys were in awe of him as they had read about his great achievements, and were excited to hear what he had to say.
His message was simple: It's not the past that matters. It's right now. What can you do right now to be part of something extraordinary? Individually, we can do good. Together, we can be great. But it takes every one of us to work as one; to trust; to be united; to excel. Individually,we are good. Together, we are extraordinary.
There has been some very tough talk on this site lately. I see a lot of us turning on each other. That's not going to fly in my book. We can disagree, but we can't separate. It's what she wants. She wants us to divide so that she can attack us individually. She wants us to be good; not extraordinary.
I love this site with all of my heart, and I will fight for it to my death. I've seen arguments on both side of this disagreement that make sense. But I see a ton of brothers sticking up for each other. I see them becoming extraordinary.
I see them giving someone hope that may be telling himself that he's special and may not be able to be cured. Do you really want to condemn somebody to this mentality, or do you want to be part of something extraordinary? None of us are butterflies, but we do have a job to do.
Do your part, and be part of something extraordinary. All of you.
Proud to be quit with you today.
Last night, I had the pleasure of meeting an OSU great (albeit fallen), Jim Tressel.For the record, the true consensus #1 in 1942 was not the suckeyes. I think y'all won the AP which was made up of a bunch of yankee "sportswriters" who drank cosmos and preferred watching shirtless men play beach volleyball over football. The number 1 team had a little guy called Frankie Sinkwich playing halfback and won the rose bowl that season.
The man is a legend in Ohio. He has ties to my area, and after the Ohio State thing went down, he settled at the University of Akron. He's on a few boards around the area, and does smaller events now. I will tell you that he is one helluva speaker though.
He talked a little about 2002 team last night, and what it took for them to get there. In his first 2 seasons, the teams were (basically) .500 teams. When evaluating the players, the coaches realized these kids did not know how to be champions. They were always told they could be champions. They had the talent and potential to be champions.
They just had no idea how.
As a team, they were given the assignment of reading a book about the first national championship team (1942) at OSU. The book had a little biography about each of the 43 players on the roster that season. What is surprising is that, despite being the best team on the field that year, is what happened afterwards. Over 30 of those players enlisted in the armed services the next season and fought in World War II. 3 or them died. A few became war heroes. Most of them went onto great things that did not involve football.
The coaching staff decided to have as many in that season to speak to the team about what it's like to be "them". The first speaker on the eve of the season was an 80 professor from that team. He had enlisted, became a war hero, and was a leading pioneer in videography. The boys were in awe of him as they had read about his great achievements, and were excited to hear what he had to say.
His message was simple: It's not the past that matters. It's right now. What can you do right now to be part of something extraordinary? Individually, we can do good. Together, we can be great. But it takes every one of us to work as one; to trust; to be united; to excel. Individually,we are good. Together, we are extraordinary.
There has been some very tough talk on this site lately. I see a lot of us turning on each other. That's not going to fly in my book. We can disagree, but we can't separate. It's what she wants. She wants us to divide so that she can attack us individually. She wants us to be good; not extraordinary.
I love this site with all of my heart, and I will fight for it to my death. I've seen arguments on both side of this disagreement that make sense. But I see a ton of brothers sticking up for each other. I see them becoming extraordinary.
I see them giving someone hope that may be telling himself that he's special and may not be able to be cured. Do you really want to condemn somebody to this mentality, or do you want to be part of something extraordinary? None of us are butterflies, but we do have a job to do.
Do your part, and be part of something extraordinary. All of you.
Proud to be quit with you today.
waste your words are in my foundation.. thanks for all you share with us..Quote from: wastepanelLast night, I had the pleasure of meeting an OSU great (albeit fallen), Jim Tressel.i'm all in waste...thanks for posting that.
The man is a legend in Ohio. He has ties to my area, and after the Ohio State thing went down, he settled at the University of Akron. He's on a few boards around the area, and does smaller events now. I will tell you that he is one helluva speaker though.
He talked a little about 2002 team last night, and what it took for them to get there. In his first 2 seasons, the teams were (basically) .500 teams. When evaluating the players, the coaches realized these kids did not know how to be champions. They were always told they could be champions. They had the talent and potential to be champions.Â
They just had no idea how.
As a team, they were given the assignment of reading a book about the first national championship team (1942) at OSU. The book had a little biography about each of the 43 players on the roster that season. What is surprising is that, despite being the best team on the field that year, is what happened afterwards. Over 30 of those players enlisted in the armed services the next season and fought in World War II. 3 or them died. A few became war heroes. Most of them went onto great things that did not involve football.
The coaching staff decided to have as many in that season to speak to the team about what it's like to be "them". The first speaker on the eve of the season was an 80 professor from that team. He had enlisted, became a war hero, and was a leading pioneer in videography. The boys were in awe of him as they had read about his great achievements, and were excited to hear what he had to say.
His message was simple: It's not the past that matters. It's right now. What can you do right now to be part of something extraordinary? Individually, we can do good. Together, we can be great. But it takes every one of us to work as one; to trust; to be united; to excel. Individually,we are good. Together, we are extraordinary.Â
There has been some very tough talk on this site lately. I see a lot of us turning on each other. That's not going to fly in my book. We can disagree, but we can't separate. It's what she wants. She wants us to divide so that she can attack us individually. She wants us to be good; not extraordinary.
I love this site with all of my heart, and I will fight for it to my death. I've seen arguments on both side of this disagreement that make sense. But I see a ton of brothers sticking up for each other. I see them becoming extraordinary.
I see them giving someone hope that may be telling himself that he's special and may not be able to be cured. Do you really want to condemn somebody to this mentality, or do you want to be part of something extraordinary? None of us are butterflies, but we do have a job to do.
Do your part, and be part of something extraordinary. All of you.
Proud to be quit with you today.
Would have to agree with Kana timing is spot on...thanks quit with you today.Quote from: jayd41waste your words are in my foundation.. thanks for all you share with us..Quote from: wastepanelLast night, I had the pleasure of meeting an OSU great (albeit fallen), Jim Tressel.i'm all in waste...thanks for posting that.
The man is a legend in Ohio. He has ties to my area, and after the Ohio State thing went down, he settled at the University of Akron. He's on a few boards around the area, and does smaller events now. I will tell you that he is one helluva speaker though.
He talked a little about 2002 team last night, and what it took for them to get there. In his first 2 seasons, the teams were (basically) .500 teams. When evaluating the players, the coaches realized these kids did not know how to be champions. They were always told they could be champions. They had the talent and potential to be champions.Â
They just had no idea how.
As a team, they were given the assignment of reading a book about the first national championship team (1942) at OSU. The book had a little biography about each of the 43 players on the roster that season. What is surprising is that, despite being the best team on the field that year, is what happened afterwards. Over 30 of those players enlisted in the armed services the next season and fought in World War II. 3 or them died. A few became war heroes. Most of them went onto great things that did not involve football.
The coaching staff decided to have as many in that season to speak to the team about what it's like to be "them". The first speaker on the eve of the season was an 80 professor from that team. He had enlisted, became a war hero, and was a leading pioneer in videography. The boys were in awe of him as they had read about his great achievements, and were excited to hear what he had to say.
His message was simple: It's not the past that matters. It's right now. What can you do right now to be part of something extraordinary? Individually, we can do good. Together, we can be great. But it takes every one of us to work as one; to trust; to be united; to excel. Individually,we are good. Together, we are extraordinary.Â
There has been some very tough talk on this site lately. I see a lot of us turning on each other. That's not going to fly in my book. We can disagree, but we can't separate. It's what she wants. She wants us to divide so that she can attack us individually. She wants us to be good; not extraordinary.
I love this site with all of my heart, and I will fight for it to my death. I've seen arguments on both side of this disagreement that make sense. But I see a ton of brothers sticking up for each other. I see them becoming extraordinary.
I see them giving someone hope that may be telling himself that he's special and may not be able to be cured. Do you really want to condemn somebody to this mentality, or do you want to be part of something extraordinary? None of us are butterflies, but we do have a job to do.
Do your part, and be part of something extraordinary. All of you.
Proud to be quit with you today.
when ever I read your posts not only are you saying something I can relate to, but it's timing is usually spot on as well.. peace
:blink: :wacko: :( :unsure: :huh: :o ^_^ ;) :rolleyes: :) :lol: :D 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'Quote from: wastepanelLast night, I had the pleasure of meeting an OSU great (albeit fallen), Jim Tressel.For the record, the true consensus #1 in 1942 was not the suckeyes. I think y'all won the AP which was made up of a bunch of yankee "sportswriters" who drank cosmos and preferred watching shirtless men play beach volleyball over football. The number 1 team had a little guy called Frankie Sinkwich playing halfback and won the rose bowl that season.
The man is a legend in Ohio. He has ties to my area, and after the Ohio State thing went down, he settled at the University of Akron. He's on a few boards around the area, and does smaller events now. I will tell you that he is one helluva speaker though.
He talked a little about 2002 team last night, and what it took for them to get there. In his first 2 seasons, the teams were (basically) .500 teams. When evaluating the players, the coaches realized these kids did not know how to be champions. They were always told they could be champions. They had the talent and potential to be champions.Â
They just had no idea how.
As a team, they were given the assignment of reading a book about the first national championship team (1942) at OSU. The book had a little biography about each of the 43 players on the roster that season. What is surprising is that, despite being the best team on the field that year, is what happened afterwards. Over 30 of those players enlisted in the armed services the next season and fought in World War II. 3 or them died. A few became war heroes. Most of them went onto great things that did not involve football.
The coaching staff decided to have as many in that season to speak to the team about what it's like to be "them". The first speaker on the eve of the season was an 80 professor from that team. He had enlisted, became a war hero, and was a leading pioneer in videography. The boys were in awe of him as they had read about his great achievements, and were excited to hear what he had to say.
His message was simple: It's not the past that matters. It's right now. What can you do right now to be part of something extraordinary? Individually, we can do good. Together, we can be great. But it takes every one of us to work as one; to trust; to be united; to excel. Individually,we are good. Together, we are extraordinary.Â
There has been some very tough talk on this site lately. I see a lot of us turning on each other. That's not going to fly in my book. We can disagree, but we can't separate. It's what she wants. She wants us to divide so that she can attack us individually. She wants us to be good; not extraordinary.
I love this site with all of my heart, and I will fight for it to my death. I've seen arguments on both side of this disagreement that make sense. But I see a ton of brothers sticking up for each other. I see them becoming extraordinary.
I see them giving someone hope that may be telling himself that he's special and may not be able to be cured. Do you really want to condemn somebody to this mentality, or do you want to be part of something extraordinary? None of us are butterflies, but we do have a job to do.
Do your part, and be part of something extraordinary. All of you.
Proud to be quit with you today.
700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
CONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Great Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Yes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Trap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Very, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Awsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
Great job wp. Thank you for all you do.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
Well done waste. 700 is very impressive. You have taught me that there is only one way to make it that far..................one day at a time. I carry your cave story in my back pocket. I am inspired by your approach and all of the great work you do around here.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
^^^^^^^^What he said. I'm another Wastepanel disciple. Great job man. Congrats on 7 hundy and thanks for all you do.Quote from: 30isEnuffWell done waste. 700 is very impressive. You have taught me that there is only one way to make it that far..................one day at a time. I carry your cave story in my back pocket. I am inspired by your approach and all of the great work you do around here.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
Ryan
Count me in as a Disciple. Great Job Brother!Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^^^^^^^What he said. I'm another Wastepanel disciple. Great job man. Congrats on 7 hundy and thanks for all you do.Quote from: 30isEnuffWell done waste. 700 is very impressive. You have taught me that there is only one way to make it that far..................one day at a time. I carry your cave story in my back pocket. I am inspired by your approach and all of the great work you do around here.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
Ryan
700. Awesome job bro. You are a fucking stud. You help so many peeps here. Great work.Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^^^^^^^What he said. I'm another Wastepanel disciple. Great job man. Congrats on 7 hundy and thanks for all you do.Quote from: 30isEnuffWell done waste. 700 is very impressive. You have taught me that there is only one way to make it that far..................one day at a time. I carry your cave story in my back pocket. I am inspired by your approach and all of the great work you do around here.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
Ryan
grats on 700 wastepanel, thanks for spending it here!Quote from: Morgan1700. Awesome job bro. You are a fucking stud. You help so many peeps here. Great work.Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^^^^^^^What he said. I'm another Wastepanel disciple. Great job man. Congrats on 7 hundy and thanks for all you do.Quote from: 30isEnuffWell done waste. 700 is very impressive. You have taught me that there is only one way to make it that far..................one day at a time. I carry your cave story in my back pocket. I am inspired by your approach and all of the great work you do around here.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
Ryan
Your avatar freaks me out a bit still, though....
Quote from: Diesel2112grats on 700 wastepanel, thanks for spending it here!Quote from: Morgan1700. Awesome job bro. You are a fucking stud. You help so many peeps here. Great work.Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^^^^^^^What he said. I'm another Wastepanel disciple. Great job man. Congrats on 7 hundy and thanks for all you do.Quote from: 30isEnuffWell done waste. 700 is very impressive. You have taught me that there is only one way to make it that far..................one day at a time. I carry your cave story in my back pocket. I am inspired by your approach and all of the great work you do around here.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
Ryan
Your avatar freaks me out a bit still, though....
I don't think my quit has ever been stronger.Quote from: mich34Quote from: Diesel2112grats on 700 wastepanel, thanks for spending it here!Quote from: Morgan1700. Awesome job bro. You are a fucking stud. You help so many peeps here. Great work.Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^^^^^^^What he said. I'm another Wastepanel disciple. Great job man. Congrats on 7 hundy and thanks for all you do.Quote from: 30isEnuffWell done waste. 700 is very impressive. You have taught me that there is only one way to make it that far..................one day at a time. I carry your cave story in my back pocket. I am inspired by your approach and all of the great work you do around here.Quote from: lootAwsome, Awesome, Awesome!!Quote from: ERDVMVery, very niceQuote from: tazbutaneTrap jaw badassedry.Quote from: Scowick65Congratulations on 700 days nicotine free Waste Panel! And thanks for everything.Quote from: razd611Just perfect.Quote from: omahaflyerYes Sireee!!!!Quote from: traumagnetGreat Job !Quote from: jaynellieCONGRATS WP!!! 7th floor bad ass and on the heels of your marathon finish... truely motivational rock on.Quote from: CBird65700 'clap'Truly Bad Ass in ever sense of the word. Thanks for all you do WP. Congrats on the 7th floor!!
When I grow up I wanna be just like Waste!! 'bang head'
Ryan
Your avatar freaks me out a bit still, though....
Great job!
The predominant feature of a self-appointed genius is ignorance. Before you begin something, you know everything about it. Once you start, you realize you know nothing. Back when I knew everything about running—back before I'd ever actually tried it—I drove past a runner one day and pointed him out to my wife. He was hunched over, tilted a little sideways, jabbing his fists low from his hips, and twisting his face rhythmically to his shoulder. I thought he looked terrible. Pick up the stride, Dude, I thought. Bring your head up, close your mouth, and brighten your eyes, for crying out loud. You wouldn't expect anyone seated at a restaurant to let their face go slack and their eyes go loopy unless there was something wrong. Why should it be any different for someone on the road?So much good advice here.
"The guy cares about his appearance enough to go running," I told Susan. "You'd think he'd try to look a little better while he's actually doing it."
I, self-appointed genius, began running for the sake of appearance, so my stride was a primary concern. No problem there. I would just try not to run in a stupid-looking way. How hard could it be? A stride wasn't something you were born with, after all—it was something you could pull off a rack and throw on like a suit. If I went slow and breathed like a windbag and my face turned red and sprouted rivers, there was nothing I could do about it. But I could run however I chose. I could heroically trot with my chin lifted and slightly canted toward the sun. I could drop my hips and hunch my shoulders and hunker down like I was up to something important that no one should question. I could smile and lope like a pro basketball player who would explode with finesse at any moment. If my body went crazy, I could wrap it in a nice suit that would somehow counterbalance the ugly truth.
Within moments of my first time out, I thought about Rocky from the movie and tried to run like him—slow and loose with a casual suggestion in the movements that my body might flash with a flurry of punches. No one could ask why I was running like Rocky all of a sudden, because maybe that's just how I did it. Maybe it was a happy coincidence that I happened to run just exactly like Rocky. After a few minutes of jogging with light shadowboxing, my stride devolved into something that wasn't anything at all like Rocky's and much more like an overweight guy in his early 40s who had never run a day in his life.
The first lessons are almost always the best lessons, and it was no different here: Running is a kind of truth serum. It brutally strips away everything you put on and leaves you with only yourself. The runner on the road, hunched over or otherwise, knows something that the passenger in the car doesn't. Down to the core, the runner knows who he is. The runner has to. He's so tired, who he is is all that's left.
The fact that I've been running a few years now and should know better hasn't stopped me from trying new personas at the outset of almost every run. Today for example, I began with small, springy steps and high fists that would have mortified my family. I had just seen a video of this guy who claimed the stride should come off the toes and land on the toes. He looked like a version of that British vacuum guy—smart and modern and like he'd have bathrooms in his house with prototype toilets made by Google, I suppose. Anyway, very trustworthy, and the stride looked great on him, despite the fact that he was wearing something like sandals. He was showing other attractive people in sandals how to do it. They ran in place with their knees flicking up to their bellies and then magically accelerated forward without any perceivable change in what they were doing. Their heads remained still as if they were riding hovercrafts. Suddenly I wanted nothing more than to stride like a sandal-footed, level-headed, British vacuum guy, and I did for the first mile or so before the run returned me to my truer self.
Rough visual for the stride of my truer self, by the way: Take a large industrial trash bag full of two-by-fours that have been cut to three-foot lengths and doused with whale blubber, shake the bag furiously, and let the boards have their way.
Once I had an idea at the start of a run that wasn't about strides. Instead of letting my hands flop uselessly at my hips, I closed my thumbs and index fingers into relaxed "okay" signs and swung them high enough that I could catch glimpses of them and tell myself I was okay with every stride. What a powerful message to repeatedly send yourself through the toil of a run! What a subconscious world of good it would do! For a moment I thought I'd discovered something that would have me bounding over mountains. I can't say exactly when it happens but somewhere after a mile of swinging okay signs across your face, it goes from brilliant to breathtakingly dumb.
But the run makes trash of every bauble and artifact, layer upon layer, whether it's something in your form, or something on your body, or something in your mind, until you're empty and bare and raw. The New York Times set up a booth one year at the finish line of the New York City Marathon so that runners could step in to be photographed just moments after they had completed the 26.2-mile distance. Hundreds of people of all ages, sizes, and races stepped in to be shot, and the pictures were posted online. I clicked through most of them. They were some of the most intimate portraits I'd ever seen. What made the shots so stunning—newsworthy, even—was that in every instance, you were looking at people in a way you never see them, and in a way they would rarely let themselves be photographed: without expression or intention or emotion or even thought; without hairstyle, makeup, outfit, or really, grooming of any kind. The runner knows who he is. The farther he runs, the more he knows, the more that shows.
We've all been told at some point in life that the only way to win is to be yourself. But how can you be yourself if you don't know who that is? If you think lying is only something you can do with language, then it's relatively easy to stay truthful. But if you believe motivations, gestures, expressions, postures, and the deep, unconscious rivers that drive those can also lie, you begin to understand the complexity of moving truthfully from one moment to the next.
Because the first time I saw Shalane Flanagan run, I went out later that afternoon thinking I could probably keep up with her if I only rolled my legs out with the same long, whiplike lashes she did. And for the first mile I did just that. Then I got really tired and stopped thinking about her. Then I went farther and stopped thinking altogether and just ran, my mouth hanging open, somewhat hunched over, and probably tilted a little to one side.
Congrats Wastepanel on 2 years of freedom. You are a rock of quit and a pillar of this website and community. Thank you.I second the congrats, well done sir, well done!
Quote from: Its_Got2HappenCongrats Wastepanel on 2 years of freedom. You are a rock of quit and a pillar of this website and community. Thank you.I second the congrats, well done sir, well done!
Congratulations on 2 years Wastepanel.Quote from: Eric71Quote from: Its_Got2HappenCongrats Wastepanel on 2 years of freedom. You are a rock of quit and a pillar of this website and community. Thank you.I second the congrats, well done sir, well done!
Congrats on 2 years brother!
True bad ass quiter!
Congrats on 2 years Sir!!! You my friend are a daily inspiration of Quit.Honored to know and be quit with you.Quote from: Grizzly25Congratulations on 2 years Wastepanel.Quote from: Eric71Quote from: Its_Got2HappenCongrats Wastepanel on 2 years of freedom. You are a rock of quit and a pillar of this website and community. Thank you.I second the congrats, well done sir, well done!
Congrats on 2 years brother!
True bad ass quiter!
Nice job.Quote from: tazbutaneCongrats on 2 years Sir!!! You my friend are a daily inspiration of Quit.Honored to know and be quit with you.Quote from: Grizzly25Congratulations on 2 years Wastepanel.Quote from: Eric71Quote from: Its_Got2HappenCongrats Wastepanel on 2 years of freedom. You are a rock of quit and a pillar of this website and community. Thank you.I second the congrats, well done sir, well done!
Congrats on 2 years brother!
True bad ass quiter!
It's amazing what we can do when we put our minds to it, isn't it?You are inspiring! Even with the scary as hell mask! Some one who can come back a second time and become a leader, makes a great statement!
It's amazing how easy it is to accomplish your goals with the help of some good friends, isn't it?
My quit is something I work on everyday. My quit was not just a decision, but it is a series of actions. You see, I can't rest on my laurels with this. Even though I am not physically wanting nicotine, I need to make sure not to fall off this mountain. I do that by posting roll each day. I stay active here for the most part.
I heard this guy the other day talk about "life caddies". (http://www.comedycentral.com/video-clips/uc0cye/comedy-central-presents-life-caddy)
Well, KTC has been my life caddy for the last 2 years. It's my round. I'm the one swinging the club. But I know I have fucking Bagger Vance behind me.
Thank you all for the congratulations, but know that I would not be standing here without all of you.
You can do this.
You can do this because I am.
I just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.
I'm grossed out.
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
I just bought a Iphone from a friend.Lens cleaning wipe the whole phone, set it outside to air dry and then buy a new case for it. Then go slap your smoking friend for smoking!
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.
I'm grossed out.
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
I'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
Yeah, you probably need to lock it in with something to absorb the smell, like baking soda or maybe even rice.Quote from: gmannI'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
give it to one of the guys here and tell him it's a vibrating anal toy, you won't be able to pick up the oder of smoke when you get it back (you'll want gloves to touch it and never hold it up to your face...)Quote from: Evil_WonYeah, you probably need to lock it in with something to absorb the smell, like baking soda or maybe even rice.Quote from: gmannI'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
Only one way i know of wp.Quote from: Philly80give it to one of the guys here and tell him it's a vibrating anal toy, you won't be able to pick up the oder of smoke when you get it back (you'll want gloves to touch it and never hold it up to your face...)Quote from: Evil_WonYeah, you probably need to lock it in with something to absorb the smell, like baking soda or maybe even rice.Quote from: gmannI'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
Haha...good luck with that. I think srans is right. Once it's smoked up, it like trying to get it out of a house...Quote from: michOnly one way i know of wp.Quote from: Philly80give it to one of the guys here and tell him it's a vibrating anal toy, you won't be able to pick up the oder of smoke when you get it back (you'll want gloves to touch it and never hold it up to your face...)Quote from: Evil_WonYeah, you probably need to lock it in with something to absorb the smell, like baking soda or maybe even rice.Quote from: gmannI'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
1 put in zip lock bag.
2 put zip lock bag in garbage bag
3 take garbage out and place in outside garbage container
4 wait for garbage man.
5 buy new Android
Wait, don't discount Mich's advice so hastily. It will meet the objective WP stated, which is getting rid of the smoke smell.... 'crackup'Quote from: sransHaha...good luck with that. I think srans is right. Once it's smoked up, it like trying to get it out of a house...Quote from: michOnly one way i know of wp.Quote from: Philly80give it to one of the guys here and tell him it's a vibrating anal toy, you won't be able to pick up the oder of smoke when you get it back (you'll want gloves to touch it and never hold it up to your face...)Quote from: Evil_WonYeah, you probably need to lock it in with something to absorb the smell, like baking soda or maybe even rice.Quote from: gmannI'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
1 put in zip lock bag.
2 put zip lock bag in garbage bag
3 take garbage out and place in outside garbage container
4 wait for garbage man.
5 buy new Android
Unless you want to try Mich's idea, which while it doesn't necessarily hold much merit, it would be entertaining to hear about.
Kitty Litter or maybe buy a LifeProof case and seal it in. Would probably not allow your cats to pee on it though. Edit: I saw 4ss for $38 st SAMs last night (with contract).Quote from: sransHaha...good luck with that. I think srans is right. Once it's smoked up, it like trying to get it out of a house...Quote from: michOnly one way i know of wp.Quote from: Philly80give it to one of the guys here and tell him it's a vibrating anal toy, you won't be able to pick up the oder of smoke when you get it back (you'll want gloves to touch it and never hold it up to your face...)Quote from: Evil_WonYeah, you probably need to lock it in with something to absorb the smell, like baking soda or maybe even rice.Quote from: gmannI'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
1 put in zip lock bag.
2 put zip lock bag in garbage bag
3 take garbage out and place in outside garbage container
4 wait for garbage man.
5 buy new Android
Unless you want to try Mich's idea, which while it doesn't necessarily hold much merit, it would be entertaining to hear about.
sorry I got nothing cept a crappy flip phone w busted lcdQuote from: WadeKitty Litter or maybe buy a LifeProof case and seal it in. Would probably not allow your cats to pee on it though. Edit: I saw 4ss for $38 st SAMs last night (with contract).Quote from: sransHaha...good luck with that. I think srans is right. Once it's smoked up, it like trying to get it out of a house...Quote from: michOnly one way i know of wp.Quote from: Philly80give it to one of the guys here and tell him it's a vibrating anal toy, you won't be able to pick up the oder of smoke when you get it back (you'll want gloves to touch it and never hold it up to your face...)Quote from: Evil_WonYeah, you probably need to lock it in with something to absorb the smell, like baking soda or maybe even rice.Quote from: gmannI'm not a lawyer or electrical engineer, but I think spraying Fabreeze or any other fluid into any open port is not a good idea.Quote from: wastepanelI just bought a Iphone from a friend.spray febreeze in the charging port and in the headphone jack.
I bought it because (1) my 4 year old catapulted mine across the bathroom right to the bottom of the toilet...where it got stuck. I tried everything, and despite the phone advertised as "water resistant"...it's a brick.
I've never had an apple product yet, and I've stayed true to Droid's as I'm comfortable with them. However, my friends (2) let me borrow their daughter's old droid and it's a POS. Guess I've just got lucky on which ones I choose.
So, I'll be learning about the IPhone.
Here's what sucks:
Normally, I don't mind playing around on a new phone. It's all exciting and fun downloading the apps and getting it customized perfectly. However, my friend is a smoker. The thing fucking reeks of smoke, and now my hands smell.Â
I'm grossed out.Â
Anybody have any ideas on how to get rid of that smell?
1 put in zip lock bag.
2 put zip lock bag in garbage bag
3 take garbage out and place in outside garbage container
4 wait for garbage man.
5 buy new Android
Unless you want to try Mich's idea, which while it doesn't necessarily hold much merit, it would be entertaining to hear about.
'crackup'Will cbird ever step it up??? 'crackup'
It is true he does have a broken flip phone...
I love this fucking roller coaster.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride. There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
You sure can tell a story. Thanks for sharing.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride. There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
Beautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride. There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
Thanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
That was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
Excellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
Nice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)Quote from: DougieExcellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
Thank you.Quote from: MilesNice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)Quote from: DougieExcellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
#total #badassQuote from: Scowick65Thank you.Quote from: MilesNice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)Quote from: DougieExcellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
Don't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!Quote from: gorilla1#total #badassQuote from: Scowick65Thank you.Quote from: MilesNice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)Quote from: DougieExcellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
Thanks for sharing WP, great read. that was my first also :huh:Quote from: CleanFuelDon't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!Quote from: gorilla1#total #badassQuote from: Scowick65Thank you.Quote from: MilesNice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)Quote from: DougieExcellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
The ride is so worth it. Thank you ktc family. Thank you.
Quick question WP. What did you ever decide with the iphone with the cigarette smell.. Curious minds want to know???Quote from: worktowinThanks for sharing WP, great read. that was my first also :huh:Quote from: CleanFuelDon't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!Quote from: gorilla1#total #badassQuote from: Scowick65Thank you.Quote from: MilesNice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)Quote from: DougieExcellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
The ride is so worth it. Thank you ktc family. Thank you.
Great story Recycle-panel. Proud to be quit with you today.Quote from: tazbutaneQuick question WP. What did you ever decide with the iphone with the cigarette smell.. Curious minds want to know???Quote from: worktowinThanks for sharing WP, great read. that was my first also :huh:Quote from: CleanFuelDon't know of you saw the movie parenthood with Steve Martin. This experience, only day 243 for me, is like the end if that movie. Steve and the grandmother ride a roller coaster. The grandmother loves it. Hands up looking happy. Steve not so much. Steve would be a great addict. Stay the course!!!! Stay scared!Quote from: gorilla1#total #badassQuote from: Scowick65Thank you.Quote from: MilesNice. You must be this tall to quit Today. Now, go get on that ride. B)Quote from: DougieExcellent WP. I quit with you today!Quote from: kanaThat was awesome, I could feel the rush of the roller coaster while reading.Quote from: B-loMattThanks for sharing waste.. as always a good read..Quote from: AppleJackBeautiful. Thanks for that.Quote from: wastepanelI love this fucking roller coaster.Bravo, man! Just... Bravo.
There are days when everything is right. The sun shines. My kids are good. My wife wants me. People do what's right just because.
Then, there are the days when I can't win. It starts to rain the moment I get on the tractor. My oldest is holding down the 4 year old and pulling his arm out of its socket. Screams permeate the air, and my wife contemplates turning her car around and leaving within 5 minutes of getting home.
It's amazing that a bad day is just as long as a good one. 24 hours. It just feels longer.
I remember the very first roller coaster I ever road. It was the Blue Streak at Cedar Point. At one time, it was the world's tallest coaster with heights of over 100 feet. By the time I rode it, it was a dwarf to all the other monstrosities of the park. It still worked on a timer and hand brake up until a few years ago. If you didn't get in the car before a buzzer sounded, you had to wait for the next train.
I was 8 years old, and it was a 90 degree Fourth of July weekend. It was fucking hot and crowded. My parents never understood why Cedar Point on a holiday weekend was a bad idea. The line to the Blue Streak was over an hour. I stared up at that tall hill and was scared. I didn't want to be a coward in front of my cousin Davey. He's ridden these things before. He's not scared.
After what seemed like an eternity in that line, we were next up. My dad explained that I had to get buckled and pull the bar down as quickly as possible when the train pulled up. If not, the crowd and employees at Cedar Point might just let me have it.
No pressure.
We waited at the yellow line and I saw our train barreling through the last of the bunny hops at the end. It slowed, and the people at the station prepared for our adventure.
The train came to a stop and I jumped forward with fear. My cousin was cool and collected. I couldn't show how much of a coward I was.
I sat down and quickly buckled the seat belt. As I pulled down the bar across my chest, it popped back up. I pulled it down again. It did not lock! Holy Shit! I looked around. The employees were scurrying and I knew the buzzer was going to come. I started to yell that it didn't lock. The buzzer sounded. They started the train and I guarantee that I was as pale as a ghost.
Now, as the train pulls out of the station, it rounds a corner before climbing the first hill. I started to unbuckle. I was going to jump to safety.
Finally, my dad notices what I'm doing (as he is sitting in the car behind me).
What the hell are you doing? The bar doesn't lock! You'll be fine. Just hold it down.
By now the train was climbing. I tightened that belt as tight as it could get. I grabbed onto the bar with my cousin's help and we held it down as far as it would go.
As the train crested the hill, I shut my eyes.
We were off.
Let me tell you that I was stubborn as a kid. When I decided that I didn't like something...I fucking hated it. But this thing was fantastic. I felt my stomach in my throat as we picked up speed and shot down towards the ground and in my thighs as we went back up. My eyes opened as we rounded the curve that overlooked the parking lot, and I even got a nice view of Lake Erie for a second.
As we entered the bunny hops, I looked over at my cousin. His face was tight. His eyes were closed, and he was hating this. His head shook as he unsuccessfully tried to curl into the fetal position on the train.Â
I screamed louder.
The smile on my face grew wider.
When we pulled into the station, we talked about how awesome it was. I don't know if he saw how much I liked it or not, but he sure as shit saw how scared I was at the beginning. The funny thing is that I used his strength to inspire me initially. We then rode the pirate funhouse 3-4 times before attempting another coaster (his idea of course).Â
I love my quit and this site as it reminds me of my first roller coaster ride.  There's some very scary shit we have and are dealing with, but seeing our brothers do it day in and day out is inspiring as all hell. There are times I scared to death and hurting, and there are times when I'm smiling through the plunges.
Nobody's the tough guy 24/7. We all have moments of fear and doubt. Lean on your brothers. Get inspired by them. And, even if you can't admit it in words, fucking hold on and know that they will be by your side and they'll be happy to ride the pirate fun house until you're ready to go again.
The ride is so worth it. Thank you ktc family. Thank you.
I wiped down the screen with rubbing alcohol. That helped immensely, but it still has/had that smell.
Quick question WP. What did you ever decide with the iphone with the cigarette smell.. Curious minds want to know???
Day 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
To be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
nothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
Congrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.Quote from: wastepanelnothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
A big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!Quote from: DougieCongrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.Quote from: wastepanelnothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
How was the biker rally thing. Good job on 800. I'm only 776 days behind yaQuote from: traumagnetA big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!Quote from: DougieCongrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.Quote from: wastepanelnothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
Thank you for all you've done for me in chat! I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you!
as always thanks for sharing your guidance.Quote from: 30isEnuffHow was the biker rally thing. Good job on 800. I'm only 776 days behind yaQuote from: traumagnetA big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!Quote from: DougieCongrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.Quote from: wastepanelnothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
Thank you for all you've done for me in chat! I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you!
800 days.Quote from: Winteras always thanks for sharing your guidance.Quote from: 30isEnuffHow was the biker rally thing. Good job on 800. I'm only 776 days behind yaQuote from: traumagnetA big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!Quote from: DougieCongrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.Quote from: wastepanelnothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
Thank you for all you've done for me in chat! I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you!
Damn proud of you.Quote from: kana800 days.Quote from: Winteras always thanks for sharing your guidance.Quote from: 30isEnuffHow was the biker rally thing. Good job on 800. I'm only 776 days behind yaQuote from: traumagnetA big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!Quote from: DougieCongrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.Quote from: wastepanelnothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
Thank you for all you've done for me in chat! I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you!
257 days ago I would have said one of 2 things... 1- big deal, you can quit this habit any time, so what? 2- impossible, no way. The first would have been in the morning, the second in the evening when I was shaking and sweating and ready to rip someone apart.
Today, I will say congratulations and thank you. We all use ktc in different ways. Some use chat. Some post in many groups. Some lurk all over the place. The intros seem to be my inspiration, and you and several others always seem to say just the right thing at just the right time.
It pains me to quote Ms Clinton, but this process takes a village. Thanks for being a vocal part of the community.
Congratulations on the milestone wastepanel.Quote from: worktowinDamn proud of you.Quote from: kana800 days.Quote from: Winteras always thanks for sharing your guidance.Quote from: 30isEnuffHow was the biker rally thing. Good job on 800. I'm only 776 days behind yaQuote from: traumagnetA big Congratulations Mr. WastePanel!!!! 800 is simply Killer!Quote from: DougieCongrats WP thank you for all your help along the way. Nice to bang out 800+ 1's. I will go to the last place for you, go taste all the TJ Swann you want.Quote from: wastepanelnothing wrong with drinking wine! Grats on the 800!Quote from: NolaqTo be fair, it means I get to drink beer all day long on the bus, most of the wineries now brew beer as well, and the last stop is here (http://www.thunderonthestrip.com/).Quote from: Diesel2112Agree with Diesel. Wine tasting? Is your husband treating?Quote from: wastepanelDay 800, and I'm tired.A wine trip? Ghey.
My month of traveling has caught up with me, and now I'm working night and day. It also helps that my weekend plans include a flag raising with the scouts on Friday, a wine trip on Saturday, and a double birthday party for my boys on Sunday. My basement was trashed so I spent 2 days going through it and throwing away bags of old broken toys and things that the cats have pissed on.
I've been burning the candles at both ends here.
I really am enjoying my life right now as well.
When I first quit, it was a chore to do stuff. I had to sometimes fake a smile while cleaning or play on the site when I should have been working on taxes. I'd text through a craving while watching television. I don't "have" to do that. 95% of the time, I feel fucking awesome.
Roll is and has never been a chore. It's my promise to keep me quit. I know that, and you will never change my mind on that. Looking back, I wasn't "quit" when I wasn't posting roll the first time around. I was just not using. Now, I am 100% quit. (My son has suggested I start a site for mom's Candy Crush addiction and his video game addiction. He wasn't too keen on going cold turkey, but suggested it to my wife. He gets it (I think 'crackup' ).).
I feel like I've helped many people here, but (here's the dirty little secret) that help(s) me. It's an honor to be quit with all of you, and I wouldn't be writing this without you. Accountability is a two way street. I have asked for help from some of you. I may ask for help in the future. I'll do my best to help you in times of need. That's why this site is magical. I am no less of an addict because I'm 800 days quit or because my name appears in blue. We are all addicts here, and we are all here to help one another.
Roll is both our war cry and our cry for help.
So, thank you all. Proud to be quit here.
Oh and congrats on 8 hundo and for everything you do in this site.
Mad props.
Quit on...
Don't forget your purse.
Seriously Waste, congratufuckinglations on 8 floors.
It's an honor brother. Shout if you ever need anything.
And it makes Mrs. Panel frisky.
Thank you for all you've done for me in chat! I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you!
257 days ago I would have said one of 2 things... 1- big deal, you can quit this habit any time, so what? 2- impossible, no way. The first would have been in the morning, the second in the evening when I was shaking and sweating and ready to rip someone apart.
Today, I will say congratulations and thank you. We all use ktc in different ways. Some use chat. Some post in many groups. Some lurk all over the place. The intros seem to be my inspiration, and you and several others always seem to say just the right thing at just the right time.
It pains me to quote Ms Clinton, but this process takes a village. Thanks for being a vocal part of the community.
So I dodged a bullet today, and hopefully it's something that the kids remember me for.:D
It was a beautiful day out today. I was watching Akron give Michigan all they could handle (unfortunately, falling short). Mrs. Panel was looking happy. I was enjoying the last of my IPA from last week's trip.
My plan was to take my oldest out to sell popcorn for scouts after the game. I had him get his uniform on, and then I saw his friend coming down the driveway. I let them play for a little bit before the 2 girls living behind us show up with a 3 month old kitten.
It didn't have a collar.
It was cute as fuck.
The kids all fell in love immediately.
The neighbor had already put the kabosh on the possible new addition to their family, and the girls brought it over here "just because". As the kids and my wife got into the thing, I started worrying. I already have 2 cats and I know for a fact that this cute stage only leads to pee on basement carpet. My wife knows this as well, but the kids...
Mrs. Panel left for a quarter auction, and I laid out my plan. I printed out some flyers, and as a group (with 5 kids ranging from 12-5), we set out to find this little guy's home. The questions began. What happens if we don't find his home? Where's he going to sleep tonight? What should we name him? Ugh.
I laid it out for them: We were going to put up these signs today. He would sleep in our pet carrier tonight. Tomorrow, Jr. and I would set out to sell popcorn and ask anybody if they knew who's cat it was. If that didn't work, he was going to the vet's office Monday where they would place him in a good home.
We walked about a mile and a half (I know...I've run this path many times.) before some little girls gave us a double take from their yard. I saw this...barely. I called out, and I saw two giant smiles on these girls' faces. Their dad waved from the window and said thank you.
On the way back to the house, the kids reminisced about their short but sweet time with "Baby". The bell of the ice cream truck distracted them, and they all celebrated a job well done over cones.
Life is about these moments.
Looking back, I could have freaked out and kicked the cat out and just let it run. My kids would probably think I was mean, and they would think about the time I wouldn't let them keep a kitten they found. Now, they are heroes. They beamed as they told their mom about this. My son hung the flyer in his room.
I did not have an extra animal sleeping at my house last night.
Enjoy your battles.
A great story. A great ending. A lucky cat. Some lucky kids. A lucky wife.Quote from: wastepanelSo I dodged a bullet today, and hopefully it's something that the kids remember me for.:D
It was a beautiful day out today. I was watching Akron give Michigan all they could handle (unfortunately, falling short). Mrs. Panel was looking happy. I was enjoying the last of my IPA from last week's trip.Â
My plan was to take my oldest out to sell popcorn for scouts after the game. I had him get his uniform on, and then I saw his friend coming down the driveway. I let them play for a little bit before the 2 girls living behind us show up with a 3 month old kitten.
It didn't have a collar.
It was cute as fuck.
The kids all fell in love immediately.
The neighbor had already put the kabosh on the possible new addition to their family, and the girls brought it over here "just because". As the kids and my wife got into the thing, I started worrying. I already have 2 cats and I know for a fact that this cute stage only leads to pee on basement carpet. My wife knows this as well, but the kids...
Mrs. Panel left for a quarter auction, and I laid out my plan. I printed out some flyers, and as a group (with 5 kids ranging from 12-5), we set out to find this little guy's home. The questions began. What happens if we don't find his home? Where's he going to sleep tonight? What should we name him? Ugh.
I laid it out for them: We were going to put up these signs today. He would sleep in our pet carrier tonight. Tomorrow, Jr. and I would set out to sell popcorn and ask anybody if they knew who's cat it was. If that didn't work, he was going to the vet's office Monday where they would place him in a good home.
We walked about a mile and a half (I know...I've run this path many times.) before some little girls gave us a double take from their yard. I saw this...barely. I called out, and I saw two giant smiles on these girls' faces. Their dad waved from the window and said thank you.
On the way back to the house, the kids reminisced about their short but sweet time with "Baby". The bell of the ice cream truck distracted them, and they all celebrated a job well done over cones.
Life is about these moments.Â
Looking back, I could have freaked out and kicked the cat out and just let it run. My kids would probably think I was mean, and they would think about the time I wouldn't let them keep a kitten they found. Now, they are heroes. They beamed as they told their mom about this. My son hung the flyer in his room.
I did not have an extra animal sleeping at my house last night.
Enjoy your battles.
Great story WP! :DQuote from: MjollnirA great story. A great ending. A lucky cat. Some lucky kids. A lucky wife.Quote from: wastepanelSo I dodged a bullet today, and hopefully it's something that the kids remember me for.:D
It was a beautiful day out today. I was watching Akron give Michigan all they could handle (unfortunately, falling short). Mrs. Panel was looking happy. I was enjoying the last of my IPA from last week's trip.Â
My plan was to take my oldest out to sell popcorn for scouts after the game. I had him get his uniform on, and then I saw his friend coming down the driveway. I let them play for a little bit before the 2 girls living behind us show up with a 3 month old kitten.
It didn't have a collar.
It was cute as fuck.
The kids all fell in love immediately.
The neighbor had already put the kabosh on the possible new addition to their family, and the girls brought it over here "just because". As the kids and my wife got into the thing, I started worrying. I already have 2 cats and I know for a fact that this cute stage only leads to pee on basement carpet. My wife knows this as well, but the kids...
Mrs. Panel left for a quarter auction, and I laid out my plan. I printed out some flyers, and as a group (with 5 kids ranging from 12-5), we set out to find this little guy's home. The questions began. What happens if we don't find his home? Where's he going to sleep tonight? What should we name him? Ugh.
I laid it out for them: We were going to put up these signs today. He would sleep in our pet carrier tonight. Tomorrow, Jr. and I would set out to sell popcorn and ask anybody if they knew who's cat it was. If that didn't work, he was going to the vet's office Monday where they would place him in a good home.
We walked about a mile and a half (I know...I've run this path many times.) before some little girls gave us a double take from their yard.  I saw this...barely. I called out, and I saw two giant smiles on these girls' faces. Their dad waved from the window and said thank you.
On the way back to the house, the kids reminisced about their short but sweet time with "Baby". The bell of the ice cream truck distracted them, and they all celebrated a job well done over cones.
Life is about these moments.Â
Looking back, I could have freaked out and kicked the cat out and just let it run. My kids would probably think I was mean, and they would think about the time I wouldn't let them keep a kitten they found. Now, they are heroes. They beamed as they told their mom about this. My son hung the flyer in his room.
I did not have an extra animal sleeping at my house last night.
Enjoy your battles.
And a man of integrity who has taken his life back.
Well done, and I don't even like cats!!!
Maggie:Â Because I don't want to be afraid of being alive.In the post apocalyptic world filled with zombies, many of the characters of the Walking Dead struggle to just survive. Their lives are so filled with this instinct that they forget what it is truly like to be alive. Now, this isn't a new concept. George Romero dealt with this years ago in his movies.
Glenn:Â Being afraid is what's kept us alive.
Maggie:Â No, it's how we kept breathing.
I am not a fan of Walking Dead but I can certainly understand the symbolism here. Proud to quit and be alive with you today!Quote from: TheMaggie:Â Because I don't want to be afraid of being alive.In the post apocalyptic world filled with zombies, many of the characters of the Walking Dead struggle to just survive. Their lives are so filled with this instinct that they forget what it is truly like to be alive. Now, this isn't a new concept. George Romero dealt with this years ago in his movies.
Glenn:Â Being afraid is what's kept us alive.
Maggie:Â No, it's how we kept breathing.
When we quit here, we took shelter inside the KTC. We were just looking to survive this quit. Those first few days are so insane and so scary that many of us are left in the fetal position begging for mercy. Quitting is brutal.
But we keep breathing. We keep quitting.
We stay vigilant because one moment of weakness can lead us back to where we once were.
The KTC is a place that helps us keep breathing. It doesn't keep us alive. It's our shelter when times are bad: when we need to hide from the zombies outside. It is up to us (as individuals) to be ALIVE.
We quit for a reason. Don't be sad about it. Celebrate it. Make it a part of your life, and enjoy that life. Engrain the coping tools you learn here into your life. It's so easy to look at all the shit that surrounds us and feel overwhelmed. There is one thing and one thing only in this world we control: our actions.
845 days ago I took control of mine. I ain't going back. I'd rather be alive than just be breathing.
You can do this.
The KTC Waygoose bumps WP like a Catholic school girl at prom...Great read and your timing is spot on, AGAIN!!!
I am quit. I have been quit for (now) 873 days today. Although it is up to me to pull the trigger in this battle, I carry the the biggest, baddest weapon: the KTC. My quit is strong, and I know that when/if I need it, my brothers will be there for me. I know that the war is not over until I am buried in the ground.
I remember those first days quit.
The vets were all over me for being a retread. My presence summoned the admins and put me on many people's radars. I believe my very first pm sent here was "fuck you" to Loot because I was tired of being harassed. Many people told my brothers to ignore because I'd "be gone soon enough".
I remember the physical and mental pain I went through. I couldn't sleep ever. My skin felt like I walked out of a volcano. The front of my lip would pulsate after dinner and not stop until I passed out. After waking up on a sweat covered sheet, I'd start the day again. I buried a friend that first week while staying quit. I fought with my wife while being quit. I lived my life while being quit.
What I remember the fondest was how my brothers and I would stand united in our pain. Quitting is quite shitty at times, and I cannot tell you how great it felt to have somebody standing next to me that felt the same way about life as I did. All 101 of us (that posted a day 1 in October 2011) knew what it took to be quit. Some of us were ready to make that commitment. Some faded away. I spent countless nights texting eafman, moe, and teamkeoki. My wife sat jealous, but these guys really seemed to be the only men on this planet that understood why I was "not myself" (as my wife put it). A friendship is not based on the good times. It is forged in the bad.
As the fog began lifting, I started to see the site clearer. The people here cared about whether I was quit or not. My quit was my quit, but it was stronger when somebody else made it through a trial successfully. We celebrated together, and we grieved together. We grew into quitters. A whole new world was opened to us. As potential after potential joined the site, by phone contacts swelled. I spent countless hours talking somebody through a day 2 crave when I was far past it. I was quit, but my quit was so much stronger when I would get little "thank you" messages. It wasn't anger on this site. No, it was confusion. The non-users wanted to be quit, and the quit wanted the non-users to wake up. Neither side could understand why the other was "so dense".
The KTC is an integral part of my life. I'm not posting 50 times a day like I did in the past. I post once some days: my roll call. I try to get on here and keep up with the latest issues, and I step in when my presence is necessary. I still get texts all the time, and I still adopt a quitter or two. The friendships I made here no longer revolve around dip (or the lack thereof).
This is the KTC way.
We take back our freedom one step at a time. It doesn't come all at once. It has to be earned. In fact, my quit wouldn't be so special if I didn't have to work so damn hard at it sometimes. I plan to be quit, and I am quit. I plan for potential pitfalls before I start my day, and I recognize that pain is temporary and a cave can't be taken back. There is no way in hell I plan on ever (EVER) posting a day 1 again, and luckily for me, I control that. There is one thing and one thing alone I do control in this world: my actions. I choose to live the KTC way.
The holidays reintroduce us to family we haven't seen in a while.THIS IS A MUST READ.
Uncles...cousins...brothers. People that we would share a dip with after eating. People that we'd smoke a cigar with at night over some beers.
Unfortunately, we're quit now so we can't partake. Fortunately, we're quit now so we don't have to partake.
We quit for a reason, and that reason is that we can't just use on occasion. The Law of Addiction states that reintroducing the drug to our systems will start us back on the path to using again. Think about every time you've failed in the past. It started with one random decision, didn't it? You didn't plan on diving head first into a can every chance you could...it just happened, right?
If you want to be quit, then be quit. As much as that chew or smoke is going to sound good after dinner, don't listen to the lie. If we could regulate our usage, we wouldn't have to quit. We'd be able to just use it whenever we wanted to. Have a plan, and walk away if you need to. Don't get blackout drunk, and be in control
You can do this.
We can do this.
PM me, and you can have my number if you are giving 100% in this quit. Post roll. Keep your word. Repeat. (Even on holidays)
X2. Great shit.Quote from: wastepanelThe holidays reintroduce us to family we haven't seen in a while.THIS IS A MUST READ.
Uncles...cousins...brothers. People that we would share a dip with after eating. People that we'd smoke a cigar with at night over some beers.Â
Unfortunately, we're quit now so we can't partake. Fortunately, we're quit now so we don't have to partake.
We quit for a reason, and that reason is that we can't just use on occasion. The Law of Addiction states that reintroducing the drug to our systems will start us back on the path to using again. Think about every time you've failed in the past. It started with one random decision, didn't it? You didn't plan on diving head first into a can every chance you could...it just happened, right?
If you want to be quit, then be quit. As much as that chew or smoke is going to sound good after dinner, don't listen to the lie. If we could regulate our usage, we wouldn't have to quit. We'd be able to just use it whenever we wanted to. Have a plan, and walk away if you need to. Don't get blackout drunk, and be in control
You can do this.
We can do this.
PM me, and you can have my number if you are giving 100% in this quit. Post roll. Keep your word. Repeat. (Even on holidays)
Good read today. Thanks wastepanel. I highly recommend this read to all my fellow addicts today. Happy thanksgiving.Quote from: Mthomas3824X2. Great shit.Quote from: wastepanelThe holidays reintroduce us to family we haven't seen in a while.THIS IS A MUST READ.
Uncles...cousins...brothers. People that we would share a dip with after eating. People that we'd smoke a cigar with at night over some beers.Â
Unfortunately, we're quit now so we can't partake. Fortunately, we're quit now so we don't have to partake.
We quit for a reason, and that reason is that we can't just use on occasion. The Law of Addiction states that reintroducing the drug to our systems will start us back on the path to using again. Think about every time you've failed in the past. It started with one random decision, didn't it? You didn't plan on diving head first into a can every chance you could...it just happened, right?
If you want to be quit, then be quit. As much as that chew or smoke is going to sound good after dinner, don't listen to the lie. If we could regulate our usage, we wouldn't have to quit. We'd be able to just use it whenever we wanted to. Have a plan, and walk away if you need to. Don't get blackout drunk, and be in control
You can do this.
We can do this.
PM me, and you can have my number if you are giving 100% in this quit. Post roll. Keep your word. Repeat. (Even on holidays)
Good stuff right there Boys and Girls.....the Nic bitch doesn't take 3 and 4 day weekends.Keep fighting the good fight.NAFAR!!!!!! 'Finger'Quote from: Diesel2112Good read today. Thanks wastepanel. I highly recommend this read to all my fellow addicts today. Happy thanksgiving.Quote from: Mthomas3824X2. Great shit.Quote from: wastepanelThe holidays reintroduce us to family we haven't seen in a while.THIS IS A MUST READ.
Uncles...cousins...brothers. People that we would share a dip with after eating. People that we'd smoke a cigar with at night over some beers.Â
Unfortunately, we're quit now so we can't partake. Fortunately, we're quit now so we don't have to partake.
We quit for a reason, and that reason is that we can't just use on occasion. The Law of Addiction states that reintroducing the drug to our systems will start us back on the path to using again. Think about every time you've failed in the past. It started with one random decision, didn't it? You didn't plan on diving head first into a can every chance you could...it just happened, right?
If you want to be quit, then be quit. As much as that chew or smoke is going to sound good after dinner, don't listen to the lie. If we could regulate our usage, we wouldn't have to quit. We'd be able to just use it whenever we wanted to. Have a plan, and walk away if you need to. Don't get blackout drunk, and be in control
You can do this.
We can do this.
PM me, and you can have my number if you are giving 100% in this quit. Post roll. Keep your word. Repeat. (Even on holidays)
A must read as already said. Wish I'd read it yesterday. Made it though! I'm 100% in this, it's just I need to reach out more. This is not something to try to do alone. Sometimes you have to do more than just show up, you have to reach out. I'm trying. I really needed to hear this from wastepanel. Thanks.Quote from: sransGood stuff right there Boys and Girls.....the Nic bitch doesn't take 3 and 4 day weekends.Keep fighting the good fight.NAFAR!!!!!! 'Finger'Quote from: Diesel2112Good read today. Thanks wastepanel. I highly recommend this read to all my fellow addicts today. Happy thanksgiving.Quote from: Mthomas3824X2. Great shit.Quote from: wastepanelThe holidays reintroduce us to family we haven't seen in a while.THIS IS A MUST READ.
Uncles...cousins...brothers. People that we would share a dip with after eating. People that we'd smoke a cigar with at night over some beers.Â
Unfortunately, we're quit now so we can't partake. Fortunately, we're quit now so we don't have to partake.
We quit for a reason, and that reason is that we can't just use on occasion. The Law of Addiction states that reintroducing the drug to our systems will start us back on the path to using again. Think about every time you've failed in the past. It started with one random decision, didn't it? You didn't plan on diving head first into a can every chance you could...it just happened, right?
If you want to be quit, then be quit. As much as that chew or smoke is going to sound good after dinner, don't listen to the lie. If we could regulate our usage, we wouldn't have to quit. We'd be able to just use it whenever we wanted to. Have a plan, and walk away if you need to. Don't get blackout drunk, and be in control
You can do this.
We can do this.
PM me, and you can have my number if you are giving 100% in this quit. Post roll. Keep your word. Repeat. (Even on holidays)
Wastepanel, your advise is always relevant and timely, thanks for sharing!Quote from: jaynellieA must read as already said. Wish I'd read it yesterday. Made it though! I'm 100% in this, it's just I need to reach out more. This is not something to try to do alone. Sometimes you have to do more than just show up, you have to reach out. I'm trying. I really needed to hear this from wastepanel. Thanks.Quote from: sransGood stuff right there Boys and Girls.....the Nic bitch doesn't take 3 and 4 day weekends.Keep fighting the good fight.NAFAR!!!!!! 'Finger'Quote from: Diesel2112Good read today. Thanks wastepanel. I highly recommend this read to all my fellow addicts today. Happy thanksgiving.Quote from: Mthomas3824X2. Great shit.Quote from: wastepanelThe holidays reintroduce us to family we haven't seen in a while.THIS IS A MUST READ.
Uncles...cousins...brothers. People that we would share a dip with after eating. People that we'd smoke a cigar with at night over some beers.Â
Unfortunately, we're quit now so we can't partake. Fortunately, we're quit now so we don't have to partake.
We quit for a reason, and that reason is that we can't just use on occasion. The Law of Addiction states that reintroducing the drug to our systems will start us back on the path to using again. Think about every time you've failed in the past. It started with one random decision, didn't it? You didn't plan on diving head first into a can every chance you could...it just happened, right?
If you want to be quit, then be quit. As much as that chew or smoke is going to sound good after dinner, don't listen to the lie. If we could regulate our usage, we wouldn't have to quit. We'd be able to just use it whenever we wanted to. Have a plan, and walk away if you need to. Don't get blackout drunk, and be in control
You can do this.
We can do this.
PM me, and you can have my number if you are giving 100% in this quit. Post roll. Keep your word. Repeat. (Even on holidays)
Hang in there. We can do this!!
Quittin' EDD with Waste and all the real dedicated badass quitters of nicotine!Quote from: hopeWastepanel, your advise is always relevant and timely, thanks for sharing!Quote from: jaynellieA must read as already said. Wish I'd read it yesterday. Made it though! I'm 100% in this, it's just I need to reach out more. This is not something to try to do alone. Sometimes you have to do more than just show up, you have to reach out. I'm trying. I really needed to hear this from wastepanel. Thanks.Quote from: sransGood stuff right there Boys and Girls.....the Nic bitch doesn't take 3 and 4 day weekends.Keep fighting the good fight.NAFAR!!!!!! 'Finger'Quote from: Diesel2112Good read today. Thanks wastepanel. I highly recommend this read to all my fellow addicts today. Happy thanksgiving.Quote from: Mthomas3824X2. Great shit.Quote from: wastepanelThe holidays reintroduce us to family we haven't seen in a while.THIS IS A MUST READ.
Uncles...cousins...brothers. People that we would share a dip with after eating. People that we'd smoke a cigar with at night over some beers.Â
Unfortunately, we're quit now so we can't partake. Fortunately, we're quit now so we don't have to partake.
We quit for a reason, and that reason is that we can't just use on occasion. The Law of Addiction states that reintroducing the drug to our systems will start us back on the path to using again. Think about every time you've failed in the past. It started with one random decision, didn't it? You didn't plan on diving head first into a can every chance you could...it just happened, right?
If you want to be quit, then be quit. As much as that chew or smoke is going to sound good after dinner, don't listen to the lie. If we could regulate our usage, we wouldn't have to quit. We'd be able to just use it whenever we wanted to. Have a plan, and walk away if you need to. Don't get blackout drunk, and be in control
You can do this.
We can do this.
PM me, and you can have my number if you are giving 100% in this quit. Post roll. Keep your word. Repeat. (Even on holidays)
Hang in there. We can do this!!
Bringing some noise!I just went back and read thru the first 100 days of your quit WP. Very informative and an eye opener for me for sure. I quit with you. Erussell 230.
Nice 9 Bills Waste
My first 100 days was drama filled hell with a side crazy.Quote from: CBird65Bringing some noise!I just went back and read thru the first 100 days of your quit WP. Very informative and an eye opener for me for sure. I quit with you. Erussell 230.
Nice 9 Bills Waste
900 is awesome, congrats!Quote from: ErussellMy first 100 days was drama filled hell with a side crazy.Quote from: CBird65Bringing some noise!I just went back and read thru the first 100 days of your quit WP. Very informative and an eye opener for me for sure. I quit with you. Erussell 230.
Nice 9 Bills Waste
Luckily, I had some good people that had my back (and still do). From the moment I quit, I wanted to be quit. I struggled (like when I almost left this site in the 20s or when I had to ground myself in the forties), but it's fucking worth it now.
I love being quit, and I love this site for giving me the program, tools, and a microphone to spurt my insanity for all to see. I honestly can't believe it's been 900 days. My first week is pretty fuzzy on names, but I remember the physical pain I was in. I remember no sleep for a month. I remember my wife rolling her eyes when I told her I quit again. But the thing I remember the most is sitting here every night texting my friends going through the same shit I was.
We're fucking winning, guys. But we haven't won shit if we fuck up. I control my actions. Nobody else, and I will not use. One day, when I'm in the ground , declare victory for me. Until then, I'm staying vigilant.
Just this morning, my wife saw how many people told me congrats and thank you (via Facebook, via texts). She told my son, and he came up and gave me a great big hug. That's the power of this site. It's not my quit. It's our quit. We fight this together.
You have my word.
900 for 900.
It amazes me how this brotherhood builds upon itself. If Wastepanel was not standing here quit today, I cannot be sure that I would be here. He helped me immensely in my early weeks and all throughout my quit. Because of him and others, I am compelled to pay it forward.Quote from: wastepanel900 is awesome, congrats!Quote from: ErussellMy first 100 days was drama filled hell with a side crazy.Quote from: CBird65Bringing some noise!I just went back and read thru the first 100 days of your quit WP. Very informative and an eye opener for me for sure. I quit with you. Erussell 230.
Nice 9 Bills Waste
Luckily, I had some good people that had my back (and still do). From the moment I quit, I wanted to be quit. I struggled (like when I almost left this site in the 20s or when I had to ground myself in the forties), but it's fucking worth it now.
I love being quit, and I love this site for giving me the program, tools, and a microphone to spurt my insanity for all to see. I honestly can't believe it's been 900 days. My first week is pretty fuzzy on names, but I remember the physical pain I was in. I remember no sleep for a month. I remember my wife rolling her eyes when I told her I quit again. But the thing I remember the most is sitting here every night texting my friends going through the same shit I was.
We're fucking winning, guys. But we haven't won shit if we fuck up. I control my actions. Nobody else, and I will not use. One day, when I'm in the ground , declare victory for me. Until then, I'm staying vigilant.
Just this morning, my wife saw how many people told me congrats and thank you (via Facebook, via texts). She told my son, and he came up and gave me a great big hug. That's the power of this site. It's not my quit. It's our quit. We fight this together.
You have my word.
900 for 900.
What Ryan said. Waste's words of wisdom pulled me thru some rough times at the beginning too. What is so weird in reading this is... 900 not only seems possible, but it makes sense. Not so long ago day 25 seemed impossible. Day 100 seemed like some impossible mirage. But i can now see day 900 way out in the distance. One day at a time. Thank you waste!Quote from: jbradleyIt amazes me how this brotherhood builds upon itself. If Wastepanel was not standing here quit today, I cannot be sure that I would be here. He helped me immensely in my early weeks and all throughout my quit. Because of him and others, I am compelled to pay it forward.Quote from: wastepanel900 is awesome, congrats!Quote from: ErussellMy first 100 days was drama filled hell with a side crazy.Quote from: CBird65Bringing some noise!I just went back and read thru the first 100 days of your quit WP. Very informative and an eye opener for me for sure. I quit with you. Erussell 230.
Nice 9 Bills Waste
Luckily, I had some good people that had my back (and still do). From the moment I quit, I wanted to be quit. I struggled (like when I almost left this site in the 20s or when I had to ground myself in the forties), but it's fucking worth it now.
I love being quit, and I love this site for giving me the program, tools, and a microphone to spurt my insanity for all to see. I honestly can't believe it's been 900 days. My first week is pretty fuzzy on names, but I remember the physical pain I was in. I remember no sleep for a month. I remember my wife rolling her eyes when I told her I quit again. But the thing I remember the most is sitting here every night texting my friends going through the same shit I was.
We're fucking winning, guys. But we haven't won shit if we fuck up. I control my actions. Nobody else, and I will not use. One day, when I'm in the ground , declare victory for me. Until then, I'm staying vigilant.
Just this morning, my wife saw how many people told me congrats and thank you (via Facebook, via texts). She told my son, and he came up and gave me a great big hug. That's the power of this site. It's not my quit. It's our quit. We fight this together.
You have my word.
900 for 900.
Congrats on 900. A HUGE milestone, but at the same time, it is just another day. see you tomorrow waste.
Congrats on 9 bills WP what an accomplishment keep adding the +1's thanks for always being there its an honor to have you on our team!Quote from: Its_Got2HappenWhat Ryan said. Waste's words of wisdom pulled me thru some rough times at the beginning too. What is so weird in reading this is... 900 not only seems possible, but it makes sense. Not so long ago day 25 seemed impossible. Day 100 seemed like some impossible mirage. But i can now see day 900 way out in the distance. One day at a time. Thank you waste!Quote from: jbradleyIt amazes me how this brotherhood builds upon itself. If Wastepanel was not standing here quit today, I cannot be sure that I would be here. He helped me immensely in my early weeks and all throughout my quit. Because of him and others, I am compelled to pay it forward.Quote from: wastepanel900 is awesome, congrats!Quote from: ErussellMy first 100 days was drama filled hell with a side crazy.Quote from: CBird65Bringing some noise!I just went back and read thru the first 100 days of your quit WP. Very informative and an eye opener for me for sure. I quit with you. Erussell 230.
Nice 9 Bills Waste
Luckily, I had some good people that had my back (and still do). From the moment I quit, I wanted to be quit. I struggled (like when I almost left this site in the 20s or when I had to ground myself in the forties), but it's fucking worth it now.
I love being quit, and I love this site for giving me the program, tools, and a microphone to spurt my insanity for all to see. I honestly can't believe it's been 900 days. My first week is pretty fuzzy on names, but I remember the physical pain I was in. I remember no sleep for a month. I remember my wife rolling her eyes when I told her I quit again. But the thing I remember the most is sitting here every night texting my friends going through the same shit I was.
We're fucking winning, guys. But we haven't won shit if we fuck up. I control my actions. Nobody else, and I will not use. One day, when I'm in the ground , declare victory for me. Until then, I'm staying vigilant.
Just this morning, my wife saw how many people told me congrats and thank you (via Facebook, via texts). She told my son, and he came up and gave me a great big hug. That's the power of this site. It's not my quit. It's our quit. We fight this together.
You have my word.
900 for 900.
Congrats on 900. A HUGE milestone, but at the same time, it is just another day. see you tomorrow waste.
I'm not alone when I say you're one of my quit heroes. Congrats on 9 floors!sweeeet!
x2Quote from: LionHeartedGirlI'm not alone when I say you're one of my quit heroes. Congrats on 9 floors!sweeeet!
STAY - You don't always know where you standSulfur (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PAAvNmoqDq0) (Slipknot)
'Til you know that you won't run away
There's something inside me that feels
Like Breathing in Sulfur...
THIS ONE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6NdY-KFRyM) was always great liveAgree.
- everyone from Iowa is cool as fuck.Quote from: razd611THIS ONE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6NdY-KFRyM)Â was always great liveAgree.
However, it will never top THIS SHIT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPUZwriSX4M).
Song pumps me up every time (although, if I want to get my ass moving...BOOM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fVE8kSM43I)
I got to sit down with Corey earlier this month. Supposedly, he's getting into album mode after the movie is made and Stone Sour does its tour. The band has started writing already. (He's cool as fuck.)
THIS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPXTwnzGCNY) is the one Corey kills it on for Soulfly. (Language)Quote from: wastepanel- everyone from Iowa is cool as fuck.Quote from: razd611THIS ONE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6NdY-KFRyM)Â was always great liveAgree.
However, it will never top THIS SHIT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPUZwriSX4M).
Song pumps me up every time (although, if I want to get my ass moving...BOOM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fVE8kSM43I)
I got to sit down with Corey earlier this month. Supposedly, he's getting into album mode after the movie is made and Stone Sour does its tour. The band has started writing already. (He's cool as fuck.)
True story.
You guys are killing me. I cant actually figure out if you are joking or not. I just listened to all these links and now my wife thinks I am fucked up. Damn I am getting old if that is cool music. Shit hurt my ears and I couldn't understand a damn word of it. LOL. And this is coming from a die hard metal fan from way back.Quote from: DougieTHIS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPXTwnzGCNY) is the one Corey kills it on for Soulfly. (Language)Quote from: wastepanel- everyone from Iowa is cool as fuck.Quote from: razd611THIS ONE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6NdY-KFRyM)Â was always great liveAgree.
However, it will never top THIS SHIT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPUZwriSX4M).
Song pumps me up every time (although, if I want to get my ass moving...BOOM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fVE8kSM43I)
I got to sit down with Corey earlier this month. Supposedly, he's getting into album mode after the movie is made and Stone Sour does its tour. The band has started writing already. (He's cool as fuck.)
True story.
'oh yeah' 'oh yeah' 'oh yeah'Quote from: razd611You guys are killing me. I cant actually figure out if you are joking or not. I just listened to all these links and now my wife thinks I am fucked up. Damn I am getting old if that is cool music. Shit hurt my ears and I couldn't understand a damn word of it. LOL. And this is coming from a die hard metal fan from way back.Quote from: DougieTHIS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPXTwnzGCNY) is the one Corey kills it on for Soulfly. (Language)Quote from: wastepanel- everyone from Iowa is cool as fuck.Quote from: razd611THIS ONE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6NdY-KFRyM)Â was always great liveAgree.
However, it will never top THIS SHIT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPUZwriSX4M).
Song pumps me up every time (although, if I want to get my ass moving...BOOM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fVE8kSM43I)
I got to sit down with Corey earlier this month. Supposedly, he's getting into album mode after the movie is made and Stone Sour does its tour. The band has started writing already. (He's cool as fuck.)
True story.
Oh well, you guys know your shit when it comes to quitting but your taste in music leaves much to be desired.
Slipknot is freaking awesome. Favorite band for a long time.Quote from: Its_Got2Happen'oh yeah' 'oh yeah' 'oh yeah'Quote from: razd611You guys are killing me. I cant actually figure out if you are joking or not. I just listened to all these links and now my wife thinks I am fucked up. Damn I am getting old if that is cool music. Shit hurt my ears and I couldn't understand a damn word of it. LOL. And this is coming from a die hard metal fan from way back.Quote from: DougieTHIS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPXTwnzGCNY) is the one Corey kills it on for Soulfly. (Language)Quote from: wastepanel- everyone from Iowa is cool as fuck.Quote from: razd611THIS ONE (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6NdY-KFRyM)Â was always great liveAgree.
However, it will never top THIS SHIT (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPUZwriSX4M).
Song pumps me up every time (although, if I want to get my ass moving...BOOM (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fVE8kSM43I)
I got to sit down with Corey earlier this month. Supposedly, he's getting into album mode after the movie is made and Stone Sour does its tour. The band has started writing already. (He's cool as fuck.)
True story.
Oh well, you guys know your shit when it comes to quitting but your taste in music leaves much to be desired.
'BanDog'The fuck?
Haha!!!Quote from: Coach'BanDog'The fuck?
'crackup'
Coach's way of spreading 'cheer'Quote from: wastepanelHaha!!!Quote from: Coach'BanDog'The fuck?
'crackup'
When did he start calling herpes "cheer"?Quote from: WadeCoach's way of spreading 'cheer'Quote from: wastepanelHaha!!!Quote from: Coach'BanDog'The fuck?
'crackup'
I try to figure out which banana the coach is?????Quote from: CBird65When did he start calling herpes "cheer"?Quote from: WadeCoach's way of spreading 'cheer'Quote from: wastepanelHaha!!!Quote from: Coach'BanDog'The fuck?
'crackup'
Just hope the 'cheer' is cleaned up when they are done and not left laying (or is it lying, well both fit) around.Quote from: wastepanelI try to figure out which banana the coach is?????Quote from: CBird65When did he start calling herpes "cheer"?Quote from: WadeCoach's way of spreading 'cheer'Quote from: wastepanelHaha!!!Quote from: Coach'BanDog'The fuck?
'crackup'
Damnit.Quote from: Grizzly25Just hope the 'cheer' is cleaned up when they are done and not left laying (or is it lying, well both fit) around.Quote from: wastepanelI try to figure out which banana the coach is?????Quote from: CBird65When did he start calling herpes "cheer"?Quote from: WadeCoach's way of spreading 'cheer'Quote from: wastepanelHaha!!!Quote from: Coach'BanDog'The fuck?
'crackup'
So, the other day I found myself in the nicotine line at Walmart.Just a little while ago reading this from such a monster quitter would have scared me. But for some reason this just pumps me up to see someone with a full quit toolbox putting it to good use. Whats the use of learning to quit if we don't get to use the tools. The point is, is that I can stay quit as long as I use all the tools that are being learned here. Thanks Wastepanel!
No. It wasn't to buy that cancerous shit. I needed to stock up on some Smokey Mountain Snuff (still waiting for when Hooch is sold in stores). It's January, and my stress level is rising. Fast.
It also helps that I have baseball registrations going on. I've still got scout stuff. I'm writing like gangbusters over at scaretissue.com (http://www.scaretissue.com) (Scaretissue is Chewie's and Pip's horror site that gives me an outlet on all these films I've watched since I was little. If you're a horror fan, check it out.). Tax season is just around the corner, and Saturdays and Sundays at the office start now. There's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.) It also helps that things just haven't been that peachy lately at home. I have a good friend that is going through a divorce so I'm trying to be patient, but it's amazing how somebody else's failed relationship affects your own.
Anyways, my jaw has been hurting and I just can't chew another piece of gum. In order for me to stay proactive in my quit, I am planning ahead JUST IN CASE I NEED IT. I bought 3 cans. I opened one, but there is no guarantee I'll ever open the others. One will sit in my desk, and one will sit in my car. I've consolidated my gum supply (away from my 9 year old's hands), and I'll be getting a bag of salt and pepper sunflower seeds later today.
Most importantly, I posted roll today. The past means shit if I fail today, and all my badassness would mean nothing. All my words would be empty. I got a couple newbies I've texted today, and I'm pursuing my quit.
When you quit, it's not just enough to talk the talk. I've said so many words here and doled out so much advice I'd be silly not to follow my own: Prepare to be quit, and you'll be quit.
Well, I'm ready to walk this fucking walk. Bring it on.
Artist in the Ambulance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ton0a230_s)
So, the other day I found myself in the nicotine line at Walmart.NINE HUNDRED day funk?
No. It wasn't to buy that cancerous shit. I needed to stock up on some Smokey Mountain Snuff (still waiting for when Hooch is sold in stores). It's January, and my stress level is rising. Fast.
It also helps that I have baseball registrations going on. I've still got scout stuff. I'm writing like gangbusters over at scaretissue.com (http://www.scaretissue.com) (Scaretissue is Chewie's and Pip's horror site that gives me an outlet on all these films I've watched since I was little. If you're a horror fan, check it out.). Tax season is just around the corner, and Saturdays and Sundays at the office start now. There's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.) It also helps that things just haven't been that peachy lately at home. I have a good friend that is going through a divorce so I'm trying to be patient, but it's amazing how somebody else's failed relationship affects your own.
Anyways, my jaw has been hurting and I just can't chew another piece of gum. In order for me to stay proactive in my quit, I am planning ahead JUST IN CASE I NEED IT. I bought 3 cans. I opened one, but there is no guarantee I'll ever open the others. One will sit in my desk, and one will sit in my car. I've consolidated my gum supply (away from my 9 year old's hands), and I'll be getting a bag of salt and pepper sunflower seeds later today.
Most importantly, I posted roll today. The past means shit if I fail today, and all my badassness would mean nothing. All my words would be empty. I got a couple newbies I've texted today, and I'm pursuing my quit.
When you quit, it's not just enough to talk the talk. I've said so many words here and doled out so much advice I'd be silly not to follow my own: Prepare to be quit, and you'll be quit.
Well, I'm ready to walk this fucking walk. Bring it on.
Artist in the Ambulance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ton0a230_s)
This helps to remind me that this isn't a 100 or even a 1,000 day battle. It is a 1 day battle. Everyday.Quote from: wastepanelSo, the other day I found myself in the nicotine line at Walmart.Just a little while ago reading this from such a monster quitter would have scared me. But for some reason this just pumps me up to see someone with a full quit toolbox putting it to good use. Whats the use of learning to quit if we don't get to use the tools. The point is, is that I can stay quit as long as I use all the tools that are being learned here. Thanks Wastepanel!
No. It wasn't to buy that cancerous shit. I needed to stock up on some Smokey Mountain Snuff (still waiting for when Hooch is sold in stores). It's January, and my stress level is rising. Fast.
It also helps that I have baseball registrations going on. I've still got scout stuff. I'm writing like gangbusters over at scaretissue.com (http://www.scaretissue.com) (Scaretissue is Chewie's and Pip's horror site that gives me an outlet on all these films I've watched since I was little. If you're a horror fan, check it out.). Tax season is just around the corner, and Saturdays and Sundays at the office start now. There's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.) It also helps that things just haven't been that peachy lately at home. I have a good friend that is going through a divorce so I'm trying to be patient, but it's amazing how somebody else's failed relationship affects your own.
Anyways, my jaw has been hurting and I just can't chew another piece of gum. In order for me to stay proactive in my quit, I am planning ahead JUST IN CASE I NEED IT. I bought 3 cans. I opened one, but there is no guarantee I'll ever open the others. One will sit in my desk, and one will sit in my car. I've consolidated my gum supply (away from my 9 year old's hands), and I'll be getting a bag of salt and pepper sunflower seeds later today.
Most importantly, I posted roll today. The past means shit if I fail today, and all my badassness would mean nothing. All my words would be empty. I got a couple newbies I've texted today, and I'm pursuing my quit.
When you quit, it's not just enough to talk the talk. I've said so many words here and doled out so much advice I'd be silly not to follow my own: Prepare to be quit, and you'll be quit.Â
Well, I'm ready to walk this fucking walk. Bring it on.
Artist in the Ambulance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ton0a230_s)
There's no need to be scared. I'm an addict that is winning.Quote from: rdadThis helps to remind me that this isn't a 100 or even a 1,000 day battle. It is a 1 day battle. Everyday.Quote from: wastepanelSo, the other day I found myself in the nicotine line at Walmart.Just a little while ago reading this from such a monster quitter would have scared me. But for some reason this just pumps me up to see someone with a full quit toolbox putting it to good use. Whats the use of learning to quit if we don't get to use the tools. The point is, is that I can stay quit as long as I use all the tools that are being learned here. Thanks Wastepanel!
No. It wasn't to buy that cancerous shit. I needed to stock up on some Smokey Mountain Snuff (still waiting for when Hooch is sold in stores). It's January, and my stress level is rising. Fast.
It also helps that I have baseball registrations going on. I've still got scout stuff. I'm writing like gangbusters over at scaretissue.com (http://www.scaretissue.com) (Scaretissue is Chewie's and Pip's horror site that gives me an outlet on all these films I've watched since I was little. If you're a horror fan, check it out.). Tax season is just around the corner, and Saturdays and Sundays at the office start now. There's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.) It also helps that things just haven't been that peachy lately at home. I have a good friend that is going through a divorce so I'm trying to be patient, but it's amazing how somebody else's failed relationship affects your own.
Anyways, my jaw has been hurting and I just can't chew another piece of gum. In order for me to stay proactive in my quit, I am planning ahead JUST IN CASE I NEED IT. I bought 3 cans. I opened one, but there is no guarantee I'll ever open the others. One will sit in my desk, and one will sit in my car. I've consolidated my gum supply (away from my 9 year old's hands), and I'll be getting a bag of salt and pepper sunflower seeds later today.
Most importantly, I posted roll today. The past means shit if I fail today, and all my badassness would mean nothing. All my words would be empty. I got a couple newbies I've texted today, and I'm pursuing my quit.
When you quit, it's not just enough to talk the talk. I've said so many words here and doled out so much advice I'd be silly not to follow my own: Prepare to be quit, and you'll be quit.Â
Well, I'm ready to walk this fucking walk. Bring it on.
Artist in the Ambulance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ton0a230_s)
Thanks for posting, WP.
PS: I've been in the Smoky Mountain lines myself.
There's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.)Yes. Kind of up and down till the comma hit.
soup fellas,Quote from: wastepanelThere's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.)Yes. Kind of up and down till the comma hit.
Good news though. It goes away just like it always does! 'winker'
That stinking nic bitch is a patient dirty cheating bitch!!!Quote from: razd611soup fellas,Quote from: wastepanelThere's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.)Yes. Kind of up and down till the comma hit.
Good news though. It goes away just like it always does! 'winker'
I remember hitting that right around the comma. Haven't felt one since
So, the other day I found myself in the nicotine line at Walmart.Good job staying strong WP...
No. It wasn't to buy that cancerous shit. I needed to stock up on some Smokey Mountain Snuff (still waiting for when Hooch is sold in stores). It's January, and my stress level is rising. Fast.
It also helps that I have baseball registrations going on. I've still got scout stuff. I'm writing like gangbusters over at scaretissue.com (http://www.scaretissue.com) (Scaretissue is Chewie's and Pip's horror site that gives me an outlet on all these films I've watched since I was little. If you're a horror fan, check it out.). Tax season is just around the corner, and Saturdays and Sundays at the office start now. There's some funk here in the 900s that's odd (input anybody? Heard from another Basterd that he is in the same place.) It also helps that things just haven't been that peachy lately at home. I have a good friend that is going through a divorce so I'm trying to be patient, but it's amazing how somebody else's failed relationship affects your own.
Anyways, my jaw has been hurting and I just can't chew another piece of gum. In order for me to stay proactive in my quit, I am planning ahead JUST IN CASE I NEED IT. I bought 3 cans. I opened one, but there is no guarantee I'll ever open the others. One will sit in my desk, and one will sit in my car. I've consolidated my gum supply (away from my 9 year old's hands), and I'll be getting a bag of salt and pepper sunflower seeds later today.
Most importantly, I posted roll today. The past means shit if I fail today, and all my badassness would mean nothing. All my words would be empty. I got a couple newbies I've texted today, and I'm pursuing my quit.
When you quit, it's not just enough to talk the talk. I've said so many words here and doled out so much advice I'd be silly not to follow my own: Prepare to be quit, and you'll be quit.
Well, I'm ready to walk this fucking walk. Bring it on.
Artist in the Ambulance (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ton0a230_s)
I have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...
There's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:
You aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
I lifted this conversation from another forum I visit. This dude needs this site:Very cool! When I caved, I thought about not coming back out of pride. Maybe check out a different site. But I KNEW that this site was truth and that it was a place for real support and knowledge. I truly couldn't imagine any other place. At least here we know we are getting advice from people who are QUIT! Not TRYING to quit! Love KTC and wish more people knew about it.QuoteI have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...QuoteThere's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:QuoteYou aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
If you see somebody out there talking about quitting, throw down some knowledge. Don't just hold onto it for this site. Live your quit, and you will be quit for life.
Awesome stuff WP. I draw strength from your posts and your logic.Quote from: wastepanelI lifted this conversation from another forum I visit. This dude needs this site:Very cool! When I caved, I thought about not coming back out of pride. Maybe check out a different site. But I KNEW that this site was truth and that it was a place for real support and knowledge. I truly couldn't imagine any other place. At least here we know we are getting advice from people who are QUIT! Not TRYING to quit! Love KTC and wish more people knew about it.QuoteI have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...QuoteThere's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:QuoteYou aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
If you see somebody out there talking about quitting, throw down some knowledge. Don't just hold onto it for this site. Live your quit, and you will be quit for life.
Thank you for sharing this. Sometimes in life there is no wrong or right answer to a question.That's some of the dumbest shit, I ever did read.
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There's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.
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These e cigs are a dangerous trap. They are conditioning a new generation to become addicted to nicotine - a generation that views cigarettes with more disdain than ever, but accepts smokeless tobacco perhaps more than ever. I'm seeing more and more e cigs on my morning commute. Big neon ads for them everywhere. Costco sells them in bulk. Consumer Reports has an article about them and the "nicotine habit" this month. Habits are for nuns. I'm no nun. No nicotine for me today. I feel for this poor guy and his habit.Quote from: jakeAwesome stuff WP. I draw strength from your posts and your logic.Quote from: wastepanelI lifted this conversation from another forum I visit. This dude needs this site:Very cool! When I caved, I thought about not coming back out of pride. Maybe check out a different site. But I KNEW that this site was truth and that it was a place for real support and knowledge. I truly couldn't imagine any other place. At least here we know we are getting advice from people who are QUIT! Not TRYING to quit! Love KTC and wish more people knew about it.QuoteI have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...QuoteThere's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:QuoteYou aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
If you see somebody out there talking about quitting, throw down some knowledge. Don't just hold onto it for this site. Live your quit, and you will be quit for life.
Now get your ass back to taxes. Just kidding. Keep it up boy.
W2W. WP is a saint. He is drawn to people who are at their weakest. No one is too lost. Some people listen to addict bullshit and get pissed. Sometimes they even get mean. WP sees the quitter. Even in the worst of the worst. He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. I love watching WP reel people in. He uses nothing but the truth. And the truth sets people free.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThese e cigs are a dangerous trap. They are conditioning a new generation to become addicted to nicotine - a generation that views cigarettes with more disdain than ever, but accepts smokeless tobacco perhaps more than ever. I'm seeing more and more e cigs on my morning commute. Big neon ads for them everywhere. Costco sells them in bulk. Consumer Reports has an article about them and the "nicotine habit" this month. Habits are for nuns. I'm no nun. No nicotine for me today. I feel for this poor guy and his habit.Quote from: jakeAwesome stuff WP. I draw strength from your posts and your logic.Quote from: wastepanelI lifted this conversation from another forum I visit. This dude needs this site:Very cool! When I caved, I thought about not coming back out of pride. Maybe check out a different site. But I KNEW that this site was truth and that it was a place for real support and knowledge. I truly couldn't imagine any other place. At least here we know we are getting advice from people who are QUIT! Not TRYING to quit! Love KTC and wish more people knew about it.QuoteI have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...QuoteThere's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:QuoteYou aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
If you see somebody out there talking about quitting, throw down some knowledge. Don't just hold onto it for this site. Live your quit, and you will be quit for life.
Now get your ass back to taxes. Just kidding. Keep it up boy.
This is a good thread. Waste panel, yourself, and so many others here are absolute saints. I need to work on my patience and let go of cynicism.Quote from: worktowinW2W. WP is a saint. He is drawn to people who are at their weakest. No one is too lost. Some people listen to addict bullshit and get pissed. Sometimes they even get mean. WP sees the quitter. Even in the worst of the worst. He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. I love watching WP reel people in. He uses nothing but the truth. And the truth sets people free.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThese e cigs are a dangerous trap. They are conditioning a new generation to become addicted to nicotine - a generation that views cigarettes with more disdain than ever, but accepts smokeless tobacco perhaps more than ever. I'm seeing more and more e cigs on my morning commute. Big neon ads for them everywhere. Costco sells them in bulk. Consumer Reports has an article about them and the "nicotine habit" this month. Habits are for nuns. I'm no nun. No nicotine for me today. I feel for this poor guy and his habit.Quote from: jakeAwesome stuff WP. I draw strength from your posts and your logic.Quote from: wastepanelI lifted this conversation from another forum I visit. This dude needs this site:Very cool! When I caved, I thought about not coming back out of pride. Maybe check out a different site. But I KNEW that this site was truth and that it was a place for real support and knowledge. I truly couldn't imagine any other place. At least here we know we are getting advice from people who are QUIT! Not TRYING to quit! Love KTC and wish more people knew about it.QuoteI have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...QuoteThere's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:QuoteYou aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
If you see somebody out there talking about quitting, throw down some knowledge. Don't just hold onto it for this site. Live your quit, and you will be quit for life.
Now get your ass back to taxes. Just kidding. Keep it up boy.
Does anybody even know the long term, or even short term effects of these e-cigs? Are there any studies on this shit, or are people just saying "hey...they gotta be safer then cigarettes, let's vap up", never even considering the addiction aspect of the equation, or the cost, dependency, etc..Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThis is a good thread. Waste panel, yourself, and so many others here are absolute saints. I need to work on my patience and let go of cynicism.Quote from: worktowinW2W. WP is a saint. He is drawn to people who are at their weakest. No one is too lost. Some people listen to addict bullshit and get pissed. Sometimes they even get mean. WP sees the quitter. Even in the worst of the worst. He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. I love watching WP reel people in. He uses nothing but the truth. And the truth sets people free.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThese e cigs are a dangerous trap. They are conditioning a new generation to become addicted to nicotine - a generation that views cigarettes with more disdain than ever, but accepts smokeless tobacco perhaps more than ever. I'm seeing more and more e cigs on my morning commute. Big neon ads for them everywhere. Costco sells them in bulk. Consumer Reports has an article about them and the "nicotine habit" this month. Habits are for nuns. I'm no nun. No nicotine for me today. I feel for this poor guy and his habit.Quote from: jakeAwesome stuff WP. I draw strength from your posts and your logic.Quote from: wastepanelI lifted this conversation from another forum I visit. This dude needs this site:Very cool! When I caved, I thought about not coming back out of pride. Maybe check out a different site. But I KNEW that this site was truth and that it was a place for real support and knowledge. I truly couldn't imagine any other place. At least here we know we are getting advice from people who are QUIT! Not TRYING to quit! Love KTC and wish more people knew about it.QuoteI have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...QuoteThere's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:QuoteYou aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
If you see somebody out there talking about quitting, throw down some knowledge. Don't just hold onto it for this site. Live your quit, and you will be quit for life.
Now get your ass back to taxes. Just kidding. Keep it up boy.
That being said, the ecigs seem to be the next big thing to enslave the masses. Profit at the expense of your children. The plan is obvious. Hook em young and kill em slowly.
Love the love here (Thanks guys.), and yes...ecigs are the next frontier.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThis is a good thread. Waste panel, yourself, and so many others here are absolute saints. I need to work on my patience and let go of cynicism.Quote from: worktowinW2W. WP is a saint. He is drawn to people who are at their weakest. No one is too lost. Some people listen to addict bullshit and get pissed. Sometimes they even get mean. WP sees the quitter. Even in the worst of the worst. He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. I love watching WP reel people in. He uses nothing but the truth. And the truth sets people free.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThese e cigs are a dangerous trap. They are conditioning a new generation to become addicted to nicotine - a generation that views cigarettes with more disdain than ever, but accepts smokeless tobacco perhaps more than ever. I'm seeing more and more e cigs on my morning commute. Big neon ads for them everywhere. Costco sells them in bulk. Consumer Reports has an article about them and the "nicotine habit" this month. Habits are for nuns. I'm no nun. No nicotine for me today. I feel for this poor guy and his habit.Quote from: jakeAwesome stuff WP. I draw strength from your posts and your logic.Quote from: wastepanelI lifted this conversation from another forum I visit. This dude needs this site:Very cool! When I caved, I thought about not coming back out of pride. Maybe check out a different site. But I KNEW that this site was truth and that it was a place for real support and knowledge. I truly couldn't imagine any other place. At least here we know we are getting advice from people who are QUIT! Not TRYING to quit! Love KTC and wish more people knew about it.QuoteI have chewed for the last 2 decades or so... it was never a big habit... never more than a can every few days at the most, and sometimes I remember going a week without one, at least I think I remember doing that... then about 5 years ago I moved to pouches... and those were cleaner, less inconvenient appearance... and then last year (maybe the year before) I switched to snus... the ultimate in not being spotted... i could snus wherever, and was up to a can every 3 days... hiding from my wife, my kid... ugh... i started feeling the need to quit outweighed the apathy of not worrying about the consequences....Of course, here was the first answer:
i reduced down the number intentionally the last 2 weeks... cutting down to just one before work, one on the drive home, one before bed... then just one on the way to work, one before bed...
then just one on the way home from work so I am not an asshole to my family... because I could feel the urge coming on...
I had a 48 hour migraine last week... not sure if it is related or not but I have never had a migraine go on for that long...
i had a panic attack/nightmare/sweats 4 or 5 nights ago... couldn't sleep for 2-3 hours, freaking out, hallucination type visions... quietly, in the spare bedroom where i was away from my wife...
and now.. I have quit... 2 days without...
yesterday was easy, i thought...
today... no
the urge is unlike anything I have ever experienced... a gnawing (pun intended) that is deep within me... an itch that is just below the surface that i can't scratch...
I didn't think i was this deep into an addiction... and this just fucking sucks... it is so bad it has led me to find this page... this reddit page, and I am pouring out my anger and frustration with myself in the hopes that reading it myself will give me strength to keep on it... to overcome...
i know this seems melodramatic... people go through worse addictions... people have worse problems... but I am the most optimistic guy I know... I work to make sure everyone is happy in all i do... i am that guy...
I can't let everyone know i need their support... that would be another thing to change in a time when I can only handle one big change....
i will probably hit delete in few seconds to all of this because i think i just needed to have it out somewhere... i needed to see that this is just a phase of withdrawal and I can get through this ridiculousness of my body aching for me, and my mind being irrational to get me there...
"will my wife hear the garage door go up since she is already in bed, so I can run up to the store and grab some?" "it is only one more snus to get me through this." "it isn't the time to quit, i should wait until springtime... that is the time of rebirth!"
ugh... thoughts... damn thoughts...
this is soooo much harder than i anticipated...QuoteThere's some controversy to what I'm about to say, but it worked for me. I switched from dipping to an electronic cigarette about 2 weeks ago. It hasn't stopped the dipping, but I'm going through significantly less now. I read that nicotine starts to replace dopamine after a while, so your body starts to not produce dopamine. All your symptoms are because of that. All in all, cold turkey symptoms will last about a week. After that, your body will start to make dopamine again. Just don't give up. You're stronger than a can of snuff. I've been dipping 8 years and I've tried to quit countless times. It's a terrible habit and a day doesn't go by that I don't regret starting it. Remember that you're doing this for you. Don't give into temptation and find something to take your mind off of the addiction. You can do this. You're strong. Show your family that you can kick addiction's ass.This dude is not quit. He's just peddling what he thinks. I ignored that post, and wrote this:QuoteYou aren't addicted to dip.When you are at the KTC, you don't know how much information that we take for granted here that is GOOD ADVICE. We're not just guys out there (not even quit) spouting off some junk. We're fucking quitters, and we know what it's like to put our backs together and make sure that the nic bitch can't sneak up on us.
You aren't addicted to pouches.
You aren't addicted to snus.
You are, however, addicted to the nicotine. That's why quitting through "harm reduction" is odd: If you use a harm reduction aid (like e-cigs, lozenges, etc), you are merely prolonging that shitty feeling of withdrawal. I'm glad they gave you the confidence Dnny, but honestly you didn't start healing until after you were free from the drug.
The quitting technique with the most effective percentages (for long periods of times) is group therapy, and because we live in this wonderful world where everything is connected, online support systems are everywhere. I personally use a site called killthecan.org. There are a few others, but it is the most active with very active members.
Most people don't realize how hard it is to quit, but it can be done. Take it moment by moment, and don't worry about your past. Learn from it. Think about what led to the demise of your past quits, and figure out what you'll do differently if placed in that scenerio again. Don't worry about the future, but plan for it. I can't quit for later, but I can make sure to have gums/seeds/candy/herbal snuff at home, work, and in my car. I can make sure I don't walk into a hornet's lair unprepared.
You can do this. Get through the moment.
Breathe.
If you need anything, rant here and we got your back.
If you see somebody out there talking about quitting, throw down some knowledge. Don't just hold onto it for this site. Live your quit, and you will be quit for life.
Now get your ass back to taxes. Just kidding. Keep it up boy.
That being said, the ecigs seem to be the next big thing to enslave the masses. Profit at the expense of your children. The plan is obvious. Hook em young and kill em slowly.
Congrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
Huge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
GRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
A legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
There was a period not unlike the half-waking moments between snooze alarms. A timeless, restless void that could have been a second and could have been ten thousands years. I felt air on my face, a rushing wind that pummeled me. I could not see, realized my eyes were closed, and pried them open. My vision immediately went blurry, air blowing the fluids from my eyeballs. I felt like I was falling. I focused my eyes and saw the ground, way down there, hundreds of feet. Lush green grass and tiny pale shapes that could have been people, little dots that seemed to grow almost imperceptiblyIt's amazing to me what this site has become since I joined in 2006. You see, back then, this site was a just another blip out there in a sea of other sites. It didn't rule the landscape like it does now. No. It was a small number of individuals that were looking for a way to stay quit.
Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
Nice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
Nicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
Nice comma!Quote from: CoachNicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
Congrats!!! Proud to quit with you today! That's a lot of +1'sQuote from: DennyXNice comma!Quote from: CoachNicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
Congrats on the comma and thank you for helping me find my quit. Below is something you wrote on my intro page; it made me laugh but it also made a lot of sense:Quote from: RoamcountryCongrats!!! Proud to quit with you today! That's a lot of +1'sQuote from: DennyXNice comma!Quote from: CoachNicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
Congrats and thanks! Everybody be sure to read what Waste wrote today, too, in case it gets buried by the love fest here....Quit on!Quote from: sh4stringCongrats on the comma and thank you for helping me find my quit. Below is something you wrote on my intro page; it made me laugh but it also made a lot of sense:Quote from: RoamcountryCongrats!!! Proud to quit with you today! That's a lot of +1'sQuote from: DennyXNice comma!Quote from: CoachNicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
"Nicotine is an ex-girlfriend that can fuck your brains out. Unfortunately, she runs train with the neighbors downstairs and spends your money while you're working. When you finally break up with her, she reminds you of all of your good times together and she passes over all of her mistakes. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience."
Beautiful.Quote from: DavidThere was a period not unlike the half-waking moments between snooze alarms. A timeless, restless void that could have been a second and could have been ten thousands years. I felt air on my face, a rushing wind that pummeled me. I could not see, realized my eyes were closed, and pried them open. My vision immediately went blurry, air blowing the fluids from my eyeballs. I felt like I was falling. I focused my eyes and saw the ground, way down there, hundreds of feet. Lush green grass and tiny pale shapes that could have been people, little dots that seemed to grow almost imperceptiblyIt's amazing to me what this site has become since I joined in 2006. You see, back then, this site was a just another blip out there in a sea of other sites. It didn't rule the landscape like it does now. No. It was a small number of individuals that were looking for a way to stay quit.
I posted once to this site in 2006, and that was on my Hall of Fame day. I knew all the guys from a similar site, and I had (stopped) beside them for 100 days so it wasn't that big of a stretch to find myself over here celebrating with them. What I remember of this site started with this (http://stnicofrees.killthecan.org/hof/).
Shortly after achieving my "feat" of (stopping) for 100 days, I stopped posting. I didn't fail right away. No. I was "quit" (or at least I thought I was)! Quitting, you see, is an all or nothing endeavor. If you want a glass a wine, you need to pour the water from your glass. Otherwise, you end up with a watered down concoction that looks like wine, but tastes like water. I (stopped) for a comma's time, and I failed hardcore in 2009.
I thought I was drinking wine, and didn't even realize the lack of taste until my cup was clear.
The aftermath was a blur.
Before I knew it, I was back to using all the time. Hell, it got so bad this time that I began sleeping with plugs in my mouth at night. I ballooned up in weight, and I blamed life's problems on the forces surrounding me. I lacked control of myself, and I blamed everybody and everything for it.
Well, everybody but me that is...
I came here on June 29, 2011 looking for somebody to give me the ok to be a failure. I wanted them to say that years of nicotine use had ruined my brain's chemistry and that it was ok to use the drug to cope. I didn't want to lose my precious drug.
I found none of that here. Instead, I found men reaching out their hands to help me. It felt like I was being judged at first, but I'm a stubborn ass and there was no way I was proving these guys right. I quit that day, and I didn't even do it because of the vets. I did it to spite them. In the coming days, I clung to my brothers in this battle. Eafman (who celebrates his comma in a few days) was the first person to offer me his number and has been a saving grace in my quit. Colonel No Cope was a boisterous man that I initially stayed clear of. I was hung out to dry defending both Moe (comma in a few days) and TeamKeoki as they returned to the site and I defended them. My brothers...my inner core of quit was built in these first few days with these fine gentlemen. Later, I leaned more and more on my brother Luby (comma in a couple weeks). Most are still posting.
Loot took quite an interest in my return, and I believe I rewarded his pointed jabs with a PM that simply said "Fuck you" (Sorry dude. You've been one of my greatest guides here.). I thought it was hilarious that these men (these 3 ballers) celebrating just over 100 days quit knew what it was like to be quit for the long term. (It turns out they did. Quitting isn't about what you have accomplished. It's what you are doing right now.) Vets tore my group to pieces, and vets applauded us.
As time passed, the drama level fell. We settled into a groove and began helping others on the site. It was during this time that I learned a very important lesson about this site: We don't just learn from those in front of us. We are part of a pack; We move as one. Interacting with many groups (February 2012, April 2012, along with countless others) has shown me what I couldn't see with my own group due to my fogginess. They have shown me that there is process and normalcy to becoming quit (No matter how out of control it feels.). There will be sudden flailing. There will be depressions and there will be peaks. Loved ones will fall showing off, and some will choose not to keep up. I can't control the pack. I am part of it. I can, however, direct the pack and I can adhere to its will. I can only control myself and my actions.
After sleeping my way through life, my morning alarm went off in 2006. I hit the snooze button, and I faded back into sleep. I awoke in 2011 and was pulled out of bed with a start by this site. It wasn't the easiest to get moving, but once I did, I was glad. This quit has been phenomenal, and I wouldn't change it for anything. I thank you all. Without you, I am not here today. I'm quit. Period.
Learn from the past.
Quit for today.
Plan for the future.
I have over 100 numbers stored in my telephone, and I expect all of you to call me if you see me fade.
Wastepanel
1,000 for 1,000 (Scoreboard)
Congrats WP. You, sir, are a quit asset.Quote from: wastepanelBeautiful.Quote from: DavidThere was a period not unlike the half-waking moments between snooze alarms. A timeless, restless void that could have been a second and could have been ten thousands years. I felt air on my face, a rushing wind that pummeled me. I could not see, realized my eyes were closed, and pried them open. My vision immediately went blurry, air blowing the fluids from my eyeballs. I felt like I was falling. I focused my eyes and saw the ground, way down there, hundreds of feet. Lush green grass and tiny pale shapes that could have been people, little dots that seemed to grow almost imperceptiblyIt's amazing to me what this site has become since I joined in 2006. You see, back then, this site was a just another blip out there in a sea of other sites. It didn't rule the landscape like it does now. No. It was a small number of individuals that were looking for a way to stay quit.
I posted once to this site in 2006, and that was on my Hall of Fame day. I knew all the guys from a similar site, and I had (stopped) beside them for 100 days so it wasn't that big of a stretch to find myself over here celebrating with them. What I remember of this site started with this (http://stnicofrees.killthecan.org/hof/).
Shortly after achieving my "feat" of (stopping) for 100 days, I stopped posting. I didn't fail right away. No. I was "quit" (or at least I thought I was)! Quitting, you see, is an all or nothing endeavor. If you want a glass a wine, you need to pour the water from your glass. Otherwise, you end up with a watered down concoction that looks like wine, but tastes like water. I (stopped) for a comma's time, and I failed hardcore in 2009.
I thought I was drinking wine, and didn't even realize the lack of taste until my cup was clear.
The aftermath was a blur.
Before I knew it, I was back to using all the time. Hell, it got so bad this time that I began sleeping with plugs in my mouth at night. I ballooned up in weight, and I blamed life's problems on the forces surrounding me. I lacked control of myself, and I blamed everybody and everything for it.
Well, everybody but me that is...
I came here on June 29, 2011 looking for somebody to give me the ok to be a failure. I wanted them to say that years of nicotine use had ruined my brain's chemistry and that it was ok to use the drug to cope. I didn't want to lose my precious drug.
I found none of that here. Instead, I found men reaching out their hands to help me. It felt like I was being judged at first, but I'm a stubborn ass and there was no way I was proving these guys right. I quit that day, and I didn't even do it because of the vets. I did it to spite them. In the coming days, I clung to my brothers in this battle. Eafman (who celebrates his comma in a few days) was the first person to offer me his number and has been a saving grace in my quit. Colonel No Cope was a boisterous man that I initially stayed clear of. I was hung out to dry defending both Moe (comma in a few days) and TeamKeoki as they returned to the site and I defended them. My brothers...my inner core of quit was built in these first few days with these fine gentlemen. Later, I leaned more and more on my brother Luby (comma in a couple weeks). Most are still posting.
Loot took quite an interest in my return, and I believe I rewarded his pointed jabs with a PM that simply said "Fuck you" (Sorry dude. You've been one of my greatest guides here.). I thought it was hilarious that these men (these 3 ballers) celebrating just over 100 days quit knew what it was like to be quit for the long term. (It turns out they did. Quitting isn't about what you have accomplished. It's what you are doing right now.) Vets tore my group to pieces, and vets applauded us.
As time passed, the drama level fell. We settled into a groove and began helping others on the site. It was during this time that I learned a very important lesson about this site: We don't just learn from those in front of us. We are part of a pack; We move as one. Interacting with many groups (February 2012, April 2012, along with countless others) has shown me what I couldn't see with my own group due to my fogginess. They have shown me that there is process and normalcy to becoming quit (No matter how out of control it feels.). There will be sudden flailing. There will be depressions and there will be peaks. Loved ones will fall showing off, and some will choose not to keep up. I can't control the pack. I am part of it. I can, however, direct the pack and I can adhere to its will. I can only control myself and my actions.
After sleeping my way through life, my morning alarm went off in 2006. I hit the snooze button, and I faded back into sleep. I awoke in 2011 and was pulled out of bed with a start by this site. It wasn't the easiest to get moving, but once I did, I was glad. This quit has been phenomenal, and I wouldn't change it for anything. I thank you all. Without you, I am not here today. I'm quit. Period.
Learn from the past.
Quit for today.
Plan for the future.
I have over 100 numbers stored in my telephone, and I expect all of you to call me if you see me fade.
Wastepanel
1,000 for 1,000 (Scoreboard)
Congrats my friend.
signed,
one of the 3balled assholes :D
Congrats Brother!Quote from: MinnyCongrats and thanks! Everybody be sure to read what Waste wrote today, too, in case it gets buried by the love fest here....Quit on!Quote from: sh4stringCongrats on the comma and thank you for helping me find my quit. Below is something you wrote on my intro page; it made me laugh but it also made a lot of sense:Quote from: RoamcountryCongrats!!! Proud to quit with you today! That's a lot of +1'sQuote from: DennyXNice comma!Quote from: CoachNicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: WinterA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
"Nicotine is an ex-girlfriend that can fuck your brains out. Unfortunately, she runs train with the neighbors downstairs and spends your money while you're working. When you finally break up with her, she reminds you of all of your good times together and she passes over all of her mistakes. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience."
Great job, :WastedPanel:Quote from: brettleesCongrats Brother!Quote from: MinnyCongrats and thanks! Everybody be sure to read what Waste wrote today, too, in case it gets buried by the love fest here....Quit on!Quote from: sh4stringCongrats on the comma and thank you for helping me find my quit. Below is something you wrote on my intro page; it made me laugh but it also made a lot of sense:Quote from: RoamcountryCongrats!!! Proud to quit with you today! That's a lot of +1'sQuote from: DennyXNice comma!Quote from: CoachNicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: Winter GreenA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
"Nicotine is an ex-girlfriend that can fuck your brains out. Unfortunately, she runs train with the neighbors downstairs and spends your money while you're working. When you finally break up with her, she reminds you of all of your good times together and she passes over all of her mistakes. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience."
Badass quiting at its finest!
Awesome Comma! Thank you for all you do!Quote from: Grizzly25Great job, :WastedPanel:Quote from: brettleesCongrats Brother!Quote from: MinnyCongrats and thanks! Everybody be sure to read what Waste wrote today, too, in case it gets buried by the love fest here....Quit on!Quote from: sh4stringCongrats on the comma and thank you for helping me find my quit. Below is something you wrote on my intro page; it made me laugh but it also made a lot of sense:Quote from: RoamcountryCongrats!!! Proud to quit with you today! That's a lot of +1'sQuote from: DennyXNice comma!Quote from: CoachNicely done WP! It's an honor to have you on my team.Quote from: derk40'BanDog'Quote from: traumagnetNice comma! Quit on!Quote from: Steakbomb18Congrats WP thanks for always being there 1000 legendary.quit w u todayQuote from: Winter GreenA legend even before the comma. Congrats and thank you.Quote from: worktowinGRATS ON A GRAND big guy. The Hall of Legends, What an accomplishment. Im proud of ya bud.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenHuge congrats to a man who always speaks the truth. Thank you for blazing a trail for many others and being active. Enjoy this milestone!Quote from: ErussellCongrats on the comma. Thank you for all you do for this site, we appreciate it more than you know. Hope to have you blazing a path for many many years to come. Quit with you on your bad ass comma day!!!!!!!1000 days is legendary. Thanks for all you do wastepanel. Never forget day 1.
"Nicotine is an ex-girlfriend that can fuck your brains out. Unfortunately, she runs train with the neighbors downstairs and spends your money while you're working. When you finally break up with her, she reminds you of all of your good times together and she passes over all of her mistakes. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience."
Badass quiting at its finest!
ultimate No WWE talent becomes a legend on their own. Every man's heart one day beats its final beat. His lungs breathe their final breath. And if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others and makes them believe deeper in something larger than life then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized. By the story tellers, by the loyalty, by the memory of those who honor him and make the running the man did live forever. You, you, you, you, you, you are the legend makers of Ultimate Warrior. In the back I see many potential legends. Some of them with warrior spirits. And you will do the same for them. You will decide if they lived with the passion and intensity. So much so that you will tell your stories and you will make them legends, as well. I am Ultimate Warrior. You are the Ultimate Warrior fans. And the spirit of the Ultimate Warrior will run forever!Our legacy lives on through our words and our actions. Inspire today.
WWE-WWF BEST ULTIMATE WARRIOR PROMO EVER!! HQ: http://youtu.be/Q46l70mNmCw (http://youtu.be/Q46l70mNmCw)Quote from: ultimateultimate No WWE talent becomes a legend on their own. Every man's heart one day beats its final beat. His lungs breathe their final breath. And if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others and makes them believe deeper in something larger than life then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized. By the story tellers, by the loyalty, by the memory of those who honor him and make the running the man did live forever. You, you, you, you, you, you are the legend makers of Ultimate Warrior. In the back I see many potential legends. Some of them with warrior spirits. And you will do the same for them. You will decide if they lived with the passion and intensity. So much so that you will tell your stories and you will make them legends, as well. I am Ultimate Warrior. You are the Ultimate Warrior fans. And the spirit of the Ultimate Warrior will run forever!Our legacy lives on through our words and our actions. Inspire today.
Rip ultimate warrior
I have kind of avoided you waste...i don't know why really...but you're an inspiration to a guy like me...thanks for that post.Nice! We missed you WP! Glad tax season is over.
I have kind of avoided you waste...i don't know why really...but you're an inspiration to a guy like me...thanks for that post.It's the avatar, man.
Well, it's Ohio and spring is about a month away (seriously...it's still fucking cold here but we don't care. Calendar says it's spring...we'll act like it's spring.). Tax season is done, and that means my yard awaits.When I wrote this, it was beautiful outside.
Yesterday was the first day I got to go out and play around. The grass is mowed, and we edged the mulch beds (which were really easy as we just laid fresh mulch last year). I did a little weed whacking, but not too much as I hate that fucking thing. The only things that were driving me crazy were these gigantic bushes around my house. I have one right next to my patio that acts as a wall, but I can't do anything to that right now as some birds have decided to next there. I have one on the corner of my house that I cut down to 5 feet last year while quoting Ivan Drago (If he dies...he dies.).
The last one sits right on my property line and is fucking out of control. It's like 10 feet in diameter, and while one side is manageable, the other side sits on a hill so I end up swinging the trimmer wildly above my head like a pussified Leatherface (Ohio Bushtrimmer Crisis?). I hate this fucking bush as it sits right in my mowing lines, and I get stuck on the (previously mentioned) hill if there is an ounce of moisture on the ground. It sits pretty close to my septic tank, so I'm always wondering if its roots are the reason I'll be shelling out $8000-$10000 here for a new one.
Well, I decided yesterday I was pulling that shit up.
When I announced this, my wife gave me a look and headed inside. I took a few swipes, and I began cutting into it. The outside stuff (the little branches) came off easily, but they left quite a mess on the ground. The inner branches were a little thicker and required a little more work. I brought out my big branch cutters, and I went to town. Before I knew it, I was 3 quarters into it. My wife was surprised as to how easily it was coming down, and commented that we'd now have a "good look at the un-kept house next door". Before I knew it, the bush had been disassembled and was sitting on the burn pile.
The roots were still sticking out of the ground, and I could see at least 7 places in this area where the bush has once emerged from the ground. Instead of clipping everything really close to the ground, I thought I'd probably just dig up the roots. I got 2 out in about an hour, and then I broke a shovel. I went to my back up, and that fucking broke too. I was tired. I was pissed.
And now I don't even have a shovel.
Maybe it was because I was wearing my KTC shirt, or maybe I was just remembering THIS (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1009770/1/) awesome post. Maybe it was because I was doing yard work without a single craving...
But I sat down, and I realized that I didn't have to kill this all off at once. Like nicotine, this bush doesn't magically just "disappear". The small branches come off easily, but there's some bigger stuff underneath that. Once I get rid of those, there's still some roots that I need to tend to. Each layer of my quit required a different tool: I can use the clippers (will power) to get through the initial branches, but I have to pull out my big clippers (attitude change) to get through those major branches. Once I clear through all that, I pull out my shovel (consistency, roll call). Along the way, I've broken a few tools. That shit doesn't stop me though. I just get another.
I'm an impatient man, and it urks me that I have a dead spot in my yard with some ankle slicing roots sticking out of it. But at lunch today, I'm getting another shovel.
It will be gone (at least the pieces I can get to). As long as I stay vigilant on this, it won't become the hassle it was before. That means I need to watch for any roots sprouting and clip those off immediately. If I ignore those things, I'll be right back to where I was before.
Stay quit. We can do this.
Some days require more attention to quit details than other days do. So long as you keep checking, there is little chance of those pesky weeds/roots spinning out of control. Thanks for all you do here WP.Quote from: wastepanelWell, it's Ohio and spring is about a month away (seriously...it's still fucking cold here but we don't care. Calendar says it's spring...we'll act like it's spring.). Tax season is done, and that means my yard awaits.When I wrote this, it was beautiful outside.
Yesterday was the first day I got to go out and play around. The grass is mowed, and we edged the mulch beds (which were really easy as we just laid fresh mulch last year). I did a little weed whacking, but not too much as I hate that fucking thing. The only things that were driving me crazy were these gigantic bushes around my house. I have one right next to my patio that acts as a wall, but I can't do anything to that right now as some birds have decided to next there. I have one on the corner of my house that I cut down to 5 feet last year while quoting Ivan Drago (If he dies...he dies.).
The last one sits right on my property line and is fucking out of control. It's like 10 feet in diameter, and while one side is manageable, the other side sits on a hill so I end up swinging the trimmer wildly above my head like a pussified Leatherface (Ohio Bushtrimmer Crisis?). I hate this fucking bush as it sits right in my mowing lines, and I get stuck on the (previously mentioned) hill if there is an ounce of moisture on the ground. It sits pretty close to my septic tank, so I'm always wondering if its roots are the reason I'll be shelling out $8000-$10000 here for a new one.
Well, I decided yesterday I was pulling that shit up.
When I announced this, my wife gave me a look and headed inside. I took a few swipes, and I began cutting into it. The outside stuff (the little branches) came off easily, but they left quite a mess on the ground. The inner branches were a little thicker and required a little more work. I brought out my big branch cutters, and I went to town. Before I knew it, I was 3 quarters into it. My wife was surprised as to how easily it was coming down, and commented that we'd now have a "good look at the un-kept house next door". Before I knew it, the bush had been disassembled and was sitting on the burn pile.
The roots were still sticking out of the ground, and I could see at least 7 places in this area where the bush has once emerged from the ground. Instead of clipping everything really close to the ground, I thought I'd probably just dig up the roots. I got 2 out in about an hour, and then I broke a shovel. I went to my back up, and that fucking broke too. I was tired. I was pissed.
And now I don't even have a shovel.
Maybe it was because I was wearing my KTC shirt, or maybe I was just remembering THIS (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1009770/1/) awesome post. Maybe it was because I was doing yard work without a single craving...
But I sat down, and I realized that I didn't have to kill this all off at once. Like nicotine, this bush doesn't magically just "disappear". The small branches come off easily, but there's some bigger stuff underneath that. Once I get rid of those, there's still some roots that I need to tend to. Each layer of my quit required a different tool: I can use the clippers (will power) to get through the initial branches, but I have to pull out my big clippers (attitude change) to get through those major branches. Once I clear through all that, I pull out my shovel (consistency, roll call). Along the way, I've broken a few tools. That shit doesn't stop me though. I just get another.
I'm an impatient man, and it urks me that I have a dead spot in my yard with some ankle slicing roots sticking out of it. But at lunch today, I'm getting another shovel.
It will be gone (at least the pieces I can get to). As long as I stay vigilant on this, it won't become the hassle it was before. That means I need to watch for any roots sprouting and clip those off immediately. If I ignore those things, I'll be right back to where I was before.
Stay quit. We can do this.
Since then, it has rained ever since. No progress, but it has not been forgotten.
For some reason ... You leaning on a shovel next to the remains of this plant, all nipped out, on a cold, rainy, spring day in Ohio, sporting a white, sleeveless KTC shirt and leather work gloves....makes me smile. It would be a great KTC banner pic.Quote from: wastepanelSome days require more attention to quit details than other days do. So long as you keep checking, there is little chance of those pesky weeds/roots spinning out of control. Thanks for all you do here WP.Quote from: wastepanelWell, it's Ohio and spring is about a month away (seriously...it's still fucking cold here but we don't care. Calendar says it's spring...we'll act like it's spring.). Tax season is done, and that means my yard awaits.When I wrote this, it was beautiful outside.
Yesterday was the first day I got to go out and play around. The grass is mowed, and we edged the mulch beds (which were really easy as we just laid fresh mulch last year). I did a little weed whacking, but not too much as I hate that fucking thing. The only things that were driving me crazy were these gigantic bushes around my house. I have one right next to my patio that acts as a wall, but I can't do anything to that right now as some birds have decided to next there. I have one on the corner of my house that I cut down to 5 feet last year while quoting Ivan Drago (If he dies...he dies.).
The last one sits right on my property line and is fucking out of control. It's like 10 feet in diameter, and while one side is manageable, the other side sits on a hill so I end up swinging the trimmer wildly above my head like a pussified Leatherface (Ohio Bushtrimmer Crisis?). I hate this fucking bush as it sits right in my mowing lines, and I get stuck on the (previously mentioned) hill if there is an ounce of moisture on the ground. It sits pretty close to my septic tank, so I'm always wondering if its roots are the reason I'll be shelling out $8000-$10000 here for a new one.
Well, I decided yesterday I was pulling that shit up.
When I announced this, my wife gave me a look and headed inside. I took a few swipes, and I began cutting into it. The outside stuff (the little branches) came off easily, but they left quite a mess on the ground. The inner branches were a little thicker and required a little more work. I brought out my big branch cutters, and I went to town. Before I knew it, I was 3 quarters into it. My wife was surprised as to how easily it was coming down, and commented that we'd now have a "good look at the un-kept house next door". Before I knew it, the bush had been disassembled and was sitting on the burn pile.
The roots were still sticking out of the ground, and I could see at least 7 places in this area where the bush has once emerged from the ground. Instead of clipping everything really close to the ground, I thought I'd probably just dig up the roots. I got 2 out in about an hour, and then I broke a shovel. I went to my back up, and that fucking broke too. I was tired. I was pissed.
And now I don't even have a shovel.
Maybe it was because I was wearing my KTC shirt, or maybe I was just remembering THIS (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1009770/1/) awesome post. Maybe it was because I was doing yard work without a single craving...
But I sat down, and I realized that I didn't have to kill this all off at once. Like nicotine, this bush doesn't magically just "disappear". The small branches come off easily, but there's some bigger stuff underneath that. Once I get rid of those, there's still some roots that I need to tend to. Each layer of my quit required a different tool: I can use the clippers (will power) to get through the initial branches, but I have to pull out my big clippers (attitude change) to get through those major branches. Once I clear through all that, I pull out my shovel (consistency, roll call). Along the way, I've broken a few tools. That shit doesn't stop me though. I just get another.
I'm an impatient man, and it urks me that I have a dead spot in my yard with some ankle slicing roots sticking out of it. But at lunch today, I'm getting another shovel.
It will be gone (at least the pieces I can get to). As long as I stay vigilant on this, it won't become the hassle it was before. That means I need to watch for any roots sprouting and clip those off immediately. If I ignore those things, I'll be right back to where I was before.
Stay quit. We can do this.
Since then, it has rained ever since. No progress, but it has not been forgotten.
Roots are fucking out.Quote from: wastepanelWell, it's Ohio and spring is about a month away (seriously...it's still fucking cold here but we don't care. Calendar says it's spring...we'll act like it's spring.). Tax season is done, and that means my yard awaits.When I wrote this, it was beautiful outside.
Yesterday was the first day I got to go out and play around. The grass is mowed, and we edged the mulch beds (which were really easy as we just laid fresh mulch last year). I did a little weed whacking, but not too much as I hate that fucking thing. The only things that were driving me crazy were these gigantic bushes around my house. I have one right next to my patio that acts as a wall, but I can't do anything to that right now as some birds have decided to next there. I have one on the corner of my house that I cut down to 5 feet last year while quoting Ivan Drago (If he dies...he dies.).
The last one sits right on my property line and is fucking out of control. It's like 10 feet in diameter, and while one side is manageable, the other side sits on a hill so I end up swinging the trimmer wildly above my head like a pussified Leatherface (Ohio Bushtrimmer Crisis?). I hate this fucking bush as it sits right in my mowing lines, and I get stuck on the (previously mentioned) hill if there is an ounce of moisture on the ground. It sits pretty close to my septic tank, so I'm always wondering if its roots are the reason I'll be shelling out $8000-$10000 here for a new one.
Well, I decided yesterday I was pulling that shit up.
When I announced this, my wife gave me a look and headed inside. I took a few swipes, and I began cutting into it. The outside stuff (the little branches) came off easily, but they left quite a mess on the ground. The inner branches were a little thicker and required a little more work. I brought out my big branch cutters, and I went to town. Before I knew it, I was 3 quarters into it. My wife was surprised as to how easily it was coming down, and commented that we'd now have a "good look at the un-kept house next door". Before I knew it, the bush had been disassembled and was sitting on the burn pile.
The roots were still sticking out of the ground, and I could see at least 7 places in this area where the bush has once emerged from the ground. Instead of clipping everything really close to the ground, I thought I'd probably just dig up the roots. I got 2 out in about an hour, and then I broke a shovel. I went to my back up, and that fucking broke too. I was tired. I was pissed.
And now I don't even have a shovel.
Maybe it was because I was wearing my KTC shirt, or maybe I was just remembering THIS (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1009770/1/) awesome post. Maybe it was because I was doing yard work without a single craving...
But I sat down, and I realized that I didn't have to kill this all off at once. Like nicotine, this bush doesn't magically just "disappear". The small branches come off easily, but there's some bigger stuff underneath that. Once I get rid of those, there's still some roots that I need to tend to. Each layer of my quit required a different tool: I can use the clippers (will power) to get through the initial branches, but I have to pull out my big clippers (attitude change) to get through those major branches. Once I clear through all that, I pull out my shovel (consistency, roll call). Along the way, I've broken a few tools. That shit doesn't stop me though. I just get another.
I'm an impatient man, and it urks me that I have a dead spot in my yard with some ankle slicing roots sticking out of it. But at lunch today, I'm getting another shovel.
It will be gone (at least the pieces I can get to). As long as I stay vigilant on this, it won't become the hassle it was before. That means I need to watch for any roots sprouting and clip those off immediately. If I ignore those things, I'll be right back to where I was before.
Stay quit. We can do this.
Since then, it has rained ever since. No progress, but it has not been forgotten.
'tease'That's some mighty wood you're sporting you beast.
'tease''no' 'archer'
There is no scientifically established link between smokeless tobacco and salivary gland cancer, according to the American Council on Science and Health. Doctors don't know what causes salivary gland cancer, but the Mayo Clinic lists old age and radiation as known risk factors.Dr. Gilbert Ross is the executive director and medical director of the American Council on Science and Health. It is a very prestigious position that Ross obtained after losing his medical license in a Medicaid fraud scheme. After spending all of 1996 in a federal penitentiary, Ross was released and began working for ACSH in 1998. He was promoted to executive director the following year. (SOURCE)
"The kind of chewing tobacco Gwynn used does have some risk of oral cancer, but not parotid (salivary) gland cancer, which is the kind that took his life at such a young age," said Dr. Gilbert Ross, the council's medical director.
Nicotine is a very addictive substance. It does not need outside voices coaxing its users to continue their abuse of the product with the allure that it has little to no consequences.http://m.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/ ... -baseball/ (http://m.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/jun/26/ross-a-reliever-for-baseball/)
Yet, there are.
In 1994, that narrative began to fall apart. When a large FedEx box was delivered to the University of California containing thousands of leaked documents from Brown Williamson (the nation's third largest tobacco company), the truth was put forth. The documents stated that yes, the tobacco companies knew nicotine was addictive. They also knew that their product increased the chance of getting cancer. In fact, the American Medical Association said that the companies "dissemble, distort, and deceive, despite the fact that the industry's own research is consistent with the scientific community's conclusion that continued use of their product will endanger the lives and health of the public." The AMA had never and has never issued an opinion in this manner to date.
In the wake of Tony Gwynn's passing from salivary gland cancer, a new debate has opened on the dangers of smokeless tobacco. Smokeless tobacco is not harmless, and there are still organizations out there spinning a story that it is. The organizations are funded primarily through the tobacco industry, yet separate themselves from the industry through smoke and mirrors. As society moves away from this horrible drug, it must disregard voices like these that exist only to advertise and console its users back to sleep in times of debate.
While reading various articles about Tony Gwynn, I realized that a column that appeared on CNN.com had been syndicated to other media publications as well. The article, entitled A Habit All too Common In Baseball by Jacque Wilson, appeared also on such sites as myarklamiss.com, kcra.com, and many others. The article speaks very bluntly about Gwynn's use, how nearly one-third of all MLB rookies were regular chewers (1999), and what MLB's response is to Gwynn's passing.
Unfortunately, it also contains the following passage:QuoteThere is no scientifically established link between smokeless tobacco and salivary gland cancer, according to the American Council on Science and Health. Doctors don't know what causes salivary gland cancer, but the Mayo Clinic lists old age and radiation as known risk factors.Dr. Gilbert Ross is the executive director and medical director of the American Council on Science and Health. It is a very prestigious position that Ross obtained after losing his medical license in a Medicaid fraud scheme. After spending all of 1996 in a federal penitentiary, Ross was released and began working for ACSH in 1998. He was promoted to executive director the following year. (SOURCE)
"The kind of chewing tobacco Gwynn used does have some risk of oral cancer, but not parotid (salivary) gland cancer, which is the kind that took his life at such a young age," said Dr. Gilbert Ross, the council's medical director.
The American Council on Science and Health was founded in 1978 Elizabeth Whelan. Whelan started the organization because she "had become concerned that many important public policies related to health and the environment did not have a sound scientific basis" (according to its website). After being denounced as "manufacturer's front group" in the 1990s, it no longer reports its donors. Companies such as Dow Chemical, Shell Oil, and others were reported donors in the 1990s. Providing nearly one-third of the organization's revenue, it can be speculated that they donated to the organization in order to receive "industry friendly" scientific studies (which the organization has been happy to publish) (SOURCE). Although it claims that 90 percent of its revenue comes from individual donors, Mother Jones reported that leaked documents showed that nearly 60% of its 2012 donations (second half) came from corporations or private foundations (including tobacco companies Altria, Reynolds, and Phillips).
With such an open dialogue igniting on the issue of smokeless tobacco, voices and sources such as Dr. Gilbert Ross and the American Council on Science and Health need to be shown for what they are. They are mouth pieces for an industry that is determined to assuage fears about its poisonous products, and to calm the storm that is rising against them.
In the midst of yesterday's news cycle, the ACSH stated (definitively) that Gwynn's death was NOT due to his use of smokeless tobacco, and they back up their arguments with a study done by none other than KTC fiend Brad Rodu. Dr. Rodu is a big proponent of harm reduction (i.e. switch to smokeless tobacco instead of smoking). He is funded by unrestricted grants from tobacco manufacturers. It is no surprise that he came up with this conclusion. Supposedly, there are no studies that link paratid gland cancer to chewing tobacco. Yet, a quick Google search says that "chewing tobacco use increases the risk factor" by multiple organizations.
Tony Gwynn stated that the tumor was "right where I kept my chew". He stated that sores had formed throughout his life there, and he sought treatment multiple times for the beginning stages of his disease. Unfortunately, he kept up with his nasty habit until it was too late. It may be too late for him, but it is not too late for the millions of users out there still using smokeless tobacco. Voices such as the ACSH, Gilbert Ross, and Brad Rodu need not be part of the conversation as they are biased voices that intend to muddy the waters.
As a quitter of smokeless tobacco, I can speak for the evils of the product. It is horrible to quit, and it is not harmless. Chewing tobacco has almost always been part of the game, but it doesn't have to be.
If you are looking for some extra accountability, please feel free to post with the following groups. Some of them are old and only have a couple people (or even just one person) posting.You forgot one. (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1005481/500/?x=90#new)
April 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003044/1/)
May 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003051/1074/#new)
October 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003045/963/#new)
December 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003047/737/#new) (The first official class of KTC and my first group.)
April 2008 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003725/1/)
October 2009 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1004955/1/)
April 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006441/2619/#new)
May 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006557/3328/#new)
And, of course, you're always welcome to be a Basterd (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1007108/2100/#new).
Accountability is a two way street, my friends.
Fuck the noise. Enjoy the quit. It doesn't just happen. We make it.
I forgot plenty, but surely a honey badger like yourself don't care.Quote from: wastepanelIf you are looking for some extra accountability, please feel free to post with the following groups. Some of them are old and only have a couple people (or even just one person) posting.You forgot one. (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1005481/500/?x=90#new)
April 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003044/1/)
May 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003051/1074/#new)
October 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003045/963/#new)
December 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003047/737/#new) (The first official class of KTC and my first group.)
April 2008 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003725/1/)
October 2009 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1004955/1/)
April 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006441/2619/#new)
May 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006557/3328/#new)
And, of course, you're always welcome to be a Basterd (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1007108/2100/#new).
Accountability is a two way street, my friends.
Fuck the noise. Enjoy the quit. It doesn't just happen. We make it.
hahahaha. BTW nice post there puke face!!! As we saw at the Tobacco summmit, "DR" Radu is nothing but a paid mouthpiece by the tobacco industry to sell more tobacco. The guy who sells Mudjug spitters even pushes a book Radu wrote on how "safe" smokeless tobacco is.Quote from: NolaqI forgot plenty, but surely a honey badger like yourself don't care.Quote from: wastepanelIf you are looking for some extra accountability, please feel free to post with the following groups. Some of them are old and only have a couple people (or even just one person) posting.You forgot one. (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1005481/500/?x=90#new)
April 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003044/1/)
May 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003051/1074/#new)
October 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003045/963/#new)
December 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003047/737/#new) (The first official class of KTC and my first group.)
April 2008 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003725/1/)
October 2009 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1004955/1/)
April 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006441/2619/#new)
May 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006557/3328/#new)
And, of course, you're always welcome to be a Basterd (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1007108/2100/#new).
Accountability is a two way street, my friends.
Fuck the noise. Enjoy the quit. It doesn't just happen. We make it.
Cause honey badgers don't give a shit (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg)
I badgered this guy pretty good one time a few years back. We had about a 7 email debate. This was his final email back, I think common sense finally got the best of him. I X'd out his phone numbers. Lol.Quote from: wastepanelhahahaha. BTW nice post there puke face!!! As we saw at the Tobacco summmit, "DR" Radu is nothing but a paid mouthpiece by the tobacco industry to sell more tobacco. The guy who sells Mudjug spitters even pushes a book Radu wrote on how "safe" smokeless tobacco is.Quote from: NolaqI forgot plenty, but surely a honey badger like yourself don't care.Quote from: wastepanelIf you are looking for some extra accountability, please feel free to post with the following groups. Some of them are old and only have a couple people (or even just one person) posting.You forgot one. (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1005481/500/?x=90#new)
April 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003044/1/)
May 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003051/1074/#new)
October 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003045/963/#new)
December 2006 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003047/737/#new) (The first official class of KTC and my first group.)
April 2008 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1003725/1/)
October 2009 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1004955/1/)
April 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006441/2619/#new)
May 2011 (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1006557/3328/#new)
And, of course, you're always welcome to be a Basterd (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/1007108/2100/#new).
Accountability is a two way street, my friends.
Fuck the noise. Enjoy the quit. It doesn't just happen. We make it.
Cause honey badgers don't give a shit (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r7wHMg5Yjg)
I've seen multiple stories today regarding "the fog". As many of you are aware, the fog is nasty and can leave our bosses quite frustrated at our production. It also can lead to the demise of a quit if we allow our brains to think going back to nicotine is the solution.great post WP, as this is information that people can use within their arsenal to help.
During the initial days of a quit, we often tell new quitters to drink tons of water and cut back on their caffeine. We've never really dealt with the nutritional side of how to deal with quitting and I realized tonight that it is not a solution that many people have explored. I found a few sites, and I'm not a doctor. Hell, I didn't even stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. But nutrition is not something that gets talked about.
First of all, I used a list that was compiled at flowingfree.org (http://flowingfree.org/diet-and-supplements-that-help-you-quit-smoking/#Dietary%20Recommendations%20to%20Facilitate%20Quitting%20Smoking). It talks about other vitamins and supplements that may be beneficial to quitting (but I really just wanted to focus on those associated with "the fog").
Simply put, proteins should be key in your diet. Meats are heavy in all of the vitamins that are known to have "fog lifting" abilities. These vitamins stabilize your blood sugars, help repair brain function, and give you energy to keep you at your peak. Although found primarily in meats, you'd be surprised to find that these vitamins are in a lot of vegetables and fruits as well.
Smokers should up their vitamin C intake while quitting. Smoking depletes the body of vitamin C.
Try to stay away from sugary foods. The spike in blood sugar can send you reeling into a crave.
Foods that are helpful while quitting
Proteins and Whole Grains-maintain stable blood sugar levels. Include protein rich foods such as eggs, tofu, string cheese, yogurt, beans, or fish into your snacks and meals.
(Smoking Primarily) Vitamin C-Smoking depletes the body of vitamin C. The jury is out on whether chewing tobacco does the same.
Vitamins
Vitamin B1 (Thiamine) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=100#foodsources)Meat: Most meat products like poultry, pork, liver, kidney, and fish are excellent sources of vitamin B1. Unrefined, unprocessed, fortified food: Enriched flours, fortified breads, cereals, and pasta are all good sources of vitamin B1. Fortified food has added vitamin B1 and can be easily absorbed by the body.
Vitamin B2 (Riboflavin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=93#foodsources)-dairy products (such as milk, cheese and yogurt), eggs, enriched or fortified cereals and grains, meats, liver, dark greens (such as asparagus, broccoli, spinach and turnip greens), fish, poultry, and buckwheat.
Vitamin B3 (Niacin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=83)Vitamin B3 (Niacin)-high protein content, such as meat, eggs, and peanuts. Other good sources of vitamin B3 equivalents, such as milk, actually provide more tryptophan than niacin. Mushrooms and greens are good vegetable sources.
Vitamin B6 (Pyridoxine) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=108)-Many fruits, vegetables, and whole grains are good sources of vitamin B6. Some ready-to-eat breakfast cereals are fortified with vitamin B6. Includes lean meats, poultry, fish, beans, eggs, and nuts. Fish, beef, and turkey contain high amounts of vitamin B6.
B12 (Cobalmin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=107)B12 (Cobalmin)-Clams,, Beef, Turkey, Oysters,Chicken, Crab,Salmon,Ready-to-Eat Cereals.
Choline (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=50)- Shrimp, Eggs, Scallops, Chicken, Turkey, Cod, Tuna, Salmon, Beef, Collard Greens
L-Glutamine-beef, chicken, fish, eggs, milk, dairy products, wheat, cabbage, beets, beans, spinach, and parsley. Small amounts of free L-glutamine are also found in vegetable juices. (WARNING-Check out the possible side effects of L-Glutamine when taken as a supplement.)
Omega 3 Fish Oils (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=84)-Flax Seeds, Walnuts, Sardines, Salmon, Soybeans, Tofu, Shrimp, Brussels Sprouts, Cauliflower, Winter Squash
Herbs
Oats (Avena sativa) (http://www.webmd.com/vitamins-supplements/ingredientmono-906-OATS%20%28Avena%20Sativa%29.aspx?activeIngredientId=906&activeIngredientName=OATS%20%28Avena%20Sativa%29)
Rhodiola (Rhodiala Rosea) (http://www.webmd.com/vitamins-supplements/ingredientmono-883-ROSEROOT.aspx?activeIngredientId=883&activeIngredientName=ROSEROOT)
Seems WP is onto something here. KTC offers a lot in helping users be quit. Would be good to hone in on what has worked for others re increasing ability to focus in the first year of quit. I've read in more than a few intros where guys lost jobs and more likely than not it's focus related. Good discussion going on in 0814 now.Quote from: wastepanelI've seen multiple stories today regarding "the fog". As many of you are aware, the fog is nasty and can leave our bosses quite frustrated at our production. It also can lead to the demise of a quit if we allow our brains to think going back to nicotine is the solution.great post WP, as this is information that people can use within their arsenal to help.
During the initial days of a quit, we often tell new quitters to drink tons of water and cut back on their caffeine. We've never really dealt with the nutritional side of how to deal with quitting and I realized tonight that it is not a solution that many people have explored. I found a few sites, and I'm not a doctor. Hell, I didn't even stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. But nutrition is not something that gets talked about.
First of all, I used a list that was compiled at flowingfree.org (http://flowingfree.org/diet-and-supplements-that-help-you-quit-smoking/#Dietary%20Recommendations%20to%20Facilitate%20Quitting%20Smoking). It talks about other vitamins and supplements that may be beneficial to quitting (but I really just wanted to focus on those associated with "the fog").
Simply put, proteins should be key in your diet. Meats are heavy in all of the vitamins that are known to have "fog lifting" abilities. These vitamins stabilize your blood sugars, help repair brain function, and give you energy to keep you at your peak. Although found primarily in meats, you'd be surprised to find that these vitamins are in a lot of vegetables and fruits as well.
Smokers should up their vitamin C intake while quitting. Smoking depletes the body of vitamin C.
Try to stay away from sugary foods. The spike in blood sugar can send you reeling into a crave.
Foods that are helpful while quitting
Proteins and Whole Grains-maintain stable blood sugar levels. Include protein rich foods such as eggs, tofu, string cheese, yogurt, beans, or fish into your snacks and meals.
(Smoking Primarily) Vitamin C-Smoking depletes the body of vitamin C. The jury is out on whether chewing tobacco does the same.
Vitamins
Vitamin B1 (Thiamine) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=100#foodsources)Meat: Most meat products like poultry, pork, liver, kidney, and fish are excellent sources of vitamin B1. Unrefined, unprocessed, fortified food: Enriched flours, fortified breads, cereals, and pasta are all good sources of vitamin B1. Fortified food has added vitamin B1 and can be easily absorbed by the body.
Vitamin B2 (Riboflavin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=93#foodsources)-dairy products (such as milk, cheese and yogurt), eggs, enriched or fortified cereals and grains, meats, liver, dark greens (such as asparagus, broccoli, spinach and turnip greens), fish, poultry, and buckwheat.
Vitamin B3 (Niacin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=83)Vitamin B3 (Niacin)-high protein content, such as meat, eggs, and peanuts. Other good sources of vitamin B3 equivalents, such as milk, actually provide more tryptophan than niacin. Mushrooms and greens are good vegetable sources.
Vitamin B6 (Pyridoxine) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=108)-Many fruits, vegetables, and whole grains are good sources of vitamin B6. Some ready-to-eat breakfast cereals are fortified with vitamin B6. Includes lean meats, poultry, fish, beans, eggs, and nuts. Fish, beef, and turkey contain high amounts of vitamin B6.
B12 (Cobalmin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=107)B12 (Cobalmin)-Clams,, Beef, Turkey, Oysters,Chicken, Crab,Salmon,Ready-to-Eat Cereals.
Choline (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=50)- Shrimp, Eggs, Scallops, Chicken, Turkey, Cod, Tuna, Salmon, Beef, Collard Greens
L-Glutamine-beef, chicken, fish, eggs, milk, dairy products, wheat, cabbage, beets, beans, spinach, and parsley. Small amounts of free L-glutamine are also found in vegetable juices. (WARNING-Check out the possible side effects of L-Glutamine when taken as a supplement.)
Omega 3 Fish Oils (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=84)-Flax Seeds, Walnuts, Sardines, Salmon, Soybeans, Tofu, Shrimp, Brussels Sprouts, Cauliflower, Winter Squash
Herbs
Oats (Avena sativa) (http://www.webmd.com/vitamins-supplements/ingredientmono-906-OATS%20%28Avena%20Sativa%29.aspx?activeIngredientId=906&activeIngredientName=OATS%20%28Avena%20Sativa%29)
Rhodiola (Rhodiala Rosea) (http://www.webmd.com/vitamins-supplements/ingredientmono-883-ROSEROOT.aspx?activeIngredientId=883&activeIngredientName=ROSEROOT)
Wow WP, great research, would have loved to have had options during my first few weeks.Quote from: SirDerekSeems WP is onto something here. KTC offers a lot in helping users be quit. Would be good to hone in on what has worked for others re increasing ability to focus in the first year of quit. I've read in more than a few intros where guys lost jobs and more likely than not it's focus related. Good discussion going on in 0814 now.Quote from: wastepanelI've seen multiple stories today regarding "the fog". As many of you are aware, the fog is nasty and can leave our bosses quite frustrated at our production. It also can lead to the demise of a quit if we allow our brains to think going back to nicotine is the solution.great post WP, as this is information that people can use within their arsenal to help.
During the initial days of a quit, we often tell new quitters to drink tons of water and cut back on their caffeine. We've never really dealt with the nutritional side of how to deal with quitting and I realized tonight that it is not a solution that many people have explored. I found a few sites, and I'm not a doctor. Hell, I didn't even stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. But nutrition is not something that gets talked about.
First of all, I used a list that was compiled at flowingfree.org (http://flowingfree.org/diet-and-supplements-that-help-you-quit-smoking/#Dietary%20Recommendations%20to%20Facilitate%20Quitting%20Smoking). It talks about other vitamins and supplements that may be beneficial to quitting (but I really just wanted to focus on those associated with "the fog").
Simply put, proteins should be key in your diet. Meats are heavy in all of the vitamins that are known to have "fog lifting" abilities. These vitamins stabilize your blood sugars, help repair brain function, and give you energy to keep you at your peak. Although found primarily in meats, you'd be surprised to find that these vitamins are in a lot of vegetables and fruits as well.
Smokers should up their vitamin C intake while quitting. Smoking depletes the body of vitamin C.
Try to stay away from sugary foods. The spike in blood sugar can send you reeling into a crave.
Foods that are helpful while quitting
Proteins and Whole Grains-maintain stable blood sugar levels. Include protein rich foods such as eggs, tofu, string cheese, yogurt, beans, or fish into your snacks and meals.
(Smoking Primarily) Vitamin C-Smoking depletes the body of vitamin C. The jury is out on whether chewing tobacco does the same.
Vitamins
Vitamin B1 (Thiamine) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=100#foodsources)Meat: Most meat products like poultry, pork, liver, kidney, and fish are excellent sources of vitamin B1. Unrefined, unprocessed, fortified food: Enriched flours, fortified breads, cereals, and pasta are all good sources of vitamin B1. Fortified food has added vitamin B1 and can be easily absorbed by the body.
Vitamin B2 (Riboflavin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=93#foodsources)-dairy products (such as milk, cheese and yogurt), eggs, enriched or fortified cereals and grains, meats, liver, dark greens (such as asparagus, broccoli, spinach and turnip greens), fish, poultry, and buckwheat.
Vitamin B3 (Niacin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=83)Vitamin B3 (Niacin)-high protein content, such as meat, eggs, and peanuts. Other good sources of vitamin B3 equivalents, such as milk, actually provide more tryptophan than niacin. Mushrooms and greens are good vegetable sources.
Vitamin B6 (Pyridoxine) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=108)-Many fruits, vegetables, and whole grains are good sources of vitamin B6. Some ready-to-eat breakfast cereals are fortified with vitamin B6. Includes lean meats, poultry, fish, beans, eggs, and nuts. Fish, beef, and turkey contain high amounts of vitamin B6.
B12 (Cobalmin) (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=107)B12 (Cobalmin)-Clams,, Beef, Turkey, Oysters,Chicken, Crab,Salmon,Ready-to-Eat Cereals.
Choline (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=50)- Shrimp, Eggs, Scallops, Chicken, Turkey, Cod, Tuna, Salmon, Beef, Collard Greens
L-Glutamine-beef, chicken, fish, eggs, milk, dairy products, wheat, cabbage, beets, beans, spinach, and parsley. Small amounts of free L-glutamine are also found in vegetable juices. (WARNING-Check out the possible side effects of L-Glutamine when taken as a supplement.)
Omega 3 Fish Oils (http://www.whfoods.com/genpage.php?tname=nutrient&dbid=84)-Flax Seeds, Walnuts, Sardines, Salmon, Soybeans, Tofu, Shrimp, Brussels Sprouts, Cauliflower, Winter Squash
Herbs
Oats (Avena sativa) (http://www.webmd.com/vitamins-supplements/ingredientmono-906-OATS%20%28Avena%20Sativa%29.aspx?activeIngredientId=906&activeIngredientName=OATS%20%28Avena%20Sativa%29)
Rhodiola (Rhodiala Rosea) (http://www.webmd.com/vitamins-supplements/ingredientmono-883-ROSEROOT.aspx?activeIngredientId=883&activeIngredientName=ROSEROOT)
You don't have to be bad-ass to be a superhero.The KTC is an extreme quitting website. We place our quits above all else each morning when we post roll. By this simple task, we promise to ourselves and to our brothers (and sisters) in arms that we will fight to our dying breath to keep that promise and to carry anybody else making that promise if necessary.
You just have to be brave.
Well played Wastepanel.Quote from: hitgirlYou don't have to be bad-ass to be a superhero.The KTC is an extreme quitting website. We place our quits above all else each morning when we post roll. By this simple task, we promise to ourselves and to our brothers (and sisters) in arms that we will fight to our dying breath to keep that promise and to carry anybody else making that promise if necessary.
You just have to be brave.
We are not always strong. That is why we are here.
There are days when my quit is bad fucking ass. Take yesterday for an example. I had my first fantasy football draft, and this one is filled with booze, smokers, and chewers. I even saw an e cig yeterday. Well, while I sat there unfazed by all of the nicotine around me, I took note of how easy it would be to fail. There was a can of Kodiak sitting right next to my buddy's computer. I could just ask for a hit of a cigarette after we were taking our celebratory tequila shot after the final pick.
But then I realized how easy it would be to succeed.
A can of Smokey Mountain sat in my pocket. My telephone was blowing up with an ongoing chat, and I had hundreds of contacts in my phone that I could reach out to as well if I felt a twinge of want. I stayed in control and came home rather than drink myself silly and crash on the floor. Most importantly, I texted in my roll that morning. My quit was secure, yet the world around me was not. How many times have we heard these stories go the other way? (The answer is plenty.) My quit is mine, and ain't nobody taking it away from me.
The greatest thing about freedom is that it's so damn obtainable. It requires a decision, and it requires actions to back up that decision. I want to be quit. I was brave enough to quit. I'm willing to go through any motherfucker and all obstacles to obtain quit.
Most importantly, I do. I quit.
It isn't always easy, but I got my team behind me willing to step up when necessary.
We aren't extreme here at the KTC because we can run a quit program like nobody's business. No. It's because we don't leave any soldiers behind. Yeah...I get it. I was bad-ass today. That's great. Roll call is a seat belt, and that seat belt protects those with blind spots, worn out tires, or just those moments when we have a momentary distraction. Great.
But there will be days when I need roll more than others. I don't care who the fuck you are. Quit's are cyclical. When times are good, we practice for the bad. We post roll. We reach out and make new friends. We build others' quits. When times are bad, well...we fucking take aim and fire every shell we got at this thing.
If you see somebody struggling, don't fucking push them down or tell them that the answer to their woes lies in an early roll post, some transcendental psycho-babble, or even contact counting. No. Golden rule, mofos. Be brave, and fucking march over with your hand outstretched, help them up, and hold them up until they get their legs. That's the most bad-ass thing you can do. Be brave, and take aim for them if you can. They'll get their legs back, and they might just be there for you when you need it.
After all, that's the most superhero thing you can do.
That is a fucking masterpiece...thanks for making my quit stronger today.Quote from: wastepanelWell played Wastepanel.Quote from: hitgirlYou don't have to be bad-ass to be a superhero.The KTC is an extreme quitting website. We place our quits above all else each morning when we post roll. By this simple task, we promise to ourselves and to our brothers (and sisters) in arms that we will fight to our dying breath to keep that promise and to carry anybody else making that promise if necessary.
You just have to be brave.
We are not always strong. That is why we are here.
There are days when my quit is bad fucking ass. Take yesterday for an example. I had my first fantasy football draft, and this one is filled with booze, smokers, and chewers. I even saw an e cig yeterday. Well, while I sat there unfazed by all of the nicotine around me, I took note of how easy it would be to fail. There was a can of Kodiak sitting right next to my buddy's computer. I could just ask for a hit of a cigarette after we were taking our celebratory tequila shot after the final pick.
But then I realized how easy it would be to succeed.
A can of Smokey Mountain sat in my pocket. My telephone was blowing up with an ongoing chat, and I had hundreds of contacts in my phone that I could reach out to as well if I felt a twinge of want. I stayed in control and came home rather than drink myself silly and crash on the floor. Most importantly, I texted in my roll that morning. My quit was secure, yet the world around me was not. How many times have we heard these stories go the other way? (The answer is plenty.) My quit is mine, and ain't nobody taking it away from me.
The greatest thing about freedom is that it's so damn obtainable. It requires a decision, and it requires actions to back up that decision. I want to be quit. I was brave enough to quit. I'm willing to go through any motherfucker and all obstacles to obtain quit.
Most importantly, I do. I quit.
It isn't always easy, but I got my team behind me willing to step up when necessary.
We aren't extreme here at the KTC because we can run a quit program like nobody's business. No. It's because we don't leave any soldiers behind. Yeah...I get it. I was bad-ass today. That's great. Roll call is a seat belt, and that seat belt protects those with blind spots, worn out tires, or just those moments when we have a momentary distraction. Great.
But there will be days when I need roll more than others. I don't care who the fuck you are. Quit's are cyclical. When times are good, we practice for the bad. We post roll. We reach out and make new friends. We build others' quits. When times are bad, well...we fucking take aim and fire every shell we got at this thing.
If you see somebody struggling, don't fucking push them down or tell them that the answer to their woes lies in an early roll post, some transcendental psycho-babble, or even contact counting. No. Golden rule, mofos. Be brave, and fucking march over with your hand outstretched, help them up, and hold them up until they get their legs. That's the most bad-ass thing you can do. Be brave, and take aim for them if you can. They'll get their legs back, and they might just be there for you when you need it.
After all, that's the most superhero thing you can do.
Good stuff that. Easy to be a dick, but best to be a friend.Quote from: Its_Got2HappenThat is a fucking masterpiece...thanks for making my quit stronger today.Quote from: wastepanelWell played Wastepanel.Quote from: hitgirlYou don't have to be bad-ass to be a superhero.The KTC is an extreme quitting website. We place our quits above all else each morning when we post roll. By this simple task, we promise to ourselves and to our brothers (and sisters) in arms that we will fight to our dying breath to keep that promise and to carry anybody else making that promise if necessary.
You just have to be brave.
We are not always strong. That is why we are here.
There are days when my quit is bad fucking ass. Take yesterday for an example. I had my first fantasy football draft, and this one is filled with booze, smokers, and chewers. I even saw an e cig yeterday. Well, while I sat there unfazed by all of the nicotine around me, I took note of how easy it would be to fail. There was a can of Kodiak sitting right next to my buddy's computer. I could just ask for a hit of a cigarette after we were taking our celebratory tequila shot after the final pick.
But then I realized how easy it would be to succeed.
A can of Smokey Mountain sat in my pocket. My telephone was blowing up with an ongoing chat, and I had hundreds of contacts in my phone that I could reach out to as well if I felt a twinge of want. I stayed in control and came home rather than drink myself silly and crash on the floor. Most importantly, I texted in my roll that morning. My quit was secure, yet the world around me was not. How many times have we heard these stories go the other way? (The answer is plenty.) My quit is mine, and ain't nobody taking it away from me.
The greatest thing about freedom is that it's so damn obtainable. It requires a decision, and it requires actions to back up that decision. I want to be quit. I was brave enough to quit. I'm willing to go through any motherfucker and all obstacles to obtain quit.
Most importantly, I do. I quit.
It isn't always easy, but I got my team behind me willing to step up when necessary.
We aren't extreme here at the KTC because we can run a quit program like nobody's business. No. It's because we don't leave any soldiers behind. Yeah...I get it. I was bad-ass today. That's great. Roll call is a seat belt, and that seat belt protects those with blind spots, worn out tires, or just those moments when we have a momentary distraction. Great.
But there will be days when I need roll more than others. I don't care who the fuck you are. Quit's are cyclical. When times are good, we practice for the bad. We post roll. We reach out and make new friends. We build others' quits. When times are bad, well...we fucking take aim and fire every shell we got at this thing.
If you see somebody struggling, don't fucking push them down or tell them that the answer to their woes lies in an early roll post, some transcendental psycho-babble, or even contact counting. No. Golden rule, mofos. Be brave, and fucking march over with your hand outstretched, help them up, and hold them up until they get their legs. That's the most bad-ass thing you can do. Be brave, and take aim for them if you can. They'll get their legs back, and they might just be there for you when you need it.
After all, that's the most superhero thing you can do.
Category | 9/11/06-10/25/09 | 06/28/11-Present |
| Days I haven't used nicotine | 1,140 | 1,140 |
| Days I've posted roll | around 150 | 1,140 |
| Number of quitters' telephone numbers in my phone | 0 | Over 150 |
| Times that I've texted another quitter | 0 | I don't know, but it has to be in the tens of thousands |
| Time I've spent helping others stay quit | 30 minutes (I made a couple posts there, and I wrote a HOF speech. I hope it helped somebody.) | I've spent many, many, many hours here (on average, at least an hour a day just on the boards). |
Quote from: eafman,JulI think the issue I have is twofold.Quote from: kbdavear,JulWhy not go after ALL that fuck with the rules is my point. I guess more to everyone than just gman.Quote from: eafman,Julokay, my question is your upset with Gman cause he isn't going after erick, instead he is going after OJ? is this correct?Quote from: kbdavear,JulEafman: who is it that came back and said day 3 after there cave?ericksjr3 . Ironically, it looks like he got bumped.
FUCK I left the group for a couple of hours with the intention of never coming back. I even asked the admin to disable my account. Sometimes I wish they still would ;-) This gets abrasive sometimes, oh well, my choice.
I am tired of this BULLSHIT!!!
I think a rule in October should be if you are going to FUCK with one non compliant assholes you should FUCK with all of them. These guys that are not complying either need to get with the program that has worked VERY well or get lost.
They need to have a happy day. Come back when you really want to drink the koolaide if it ain't too fuckin late!
I will stand up for, to, and with every one of my October brethren. That includes those that have issues like Erik, OJ, rolok, etc. If they are on the straight and narrow with me. However, I expect any transgressions to be explained to the group. 2shoes had a cave on Thursday. He apologized via board and by texts to me. Rolok did the same and he has yet to explain or apologize. Guess who's higher on my priority list?
Vets....October is our group. If you want to give people shit for not posting, please look within your own group. I post in December 2006 as I originally quit then. Do you know how many people post there? 3 on average. There were at least 20-30 hofers from that group. Go ahead. Look at your own groups and see who's fallen by the wayside, and then come back here and talk shit.
This leads me to think that many of you vets think yourslves and your groups are better than ours. You are not. We are just earlier in the process than you are. We are still fighting on a moment by moment basis. We don't have days where nicotine is the last thing on our minds. It is currently first.
We are all addicts here. We will always be addicts. Let's start acting like addicts supporting each other rather than a condescending older brother and snotty younger brother.
Fuck you haters...but I love me some Rocky. I declared August 8, 2011 Rocky day and had some fun with it:Quote from: jost2brown,JulMy name is Wastepanel, and I'm a bastard from October 2011.Quote from: ODAAT,JulOctober sure has a shit storm going on and I just added to it. It seems each group has one past caver asshole who comes in and tries to run the show. Leahy in September. Colonel in October. Sheesh...these douchebags don't realize when people are just trying to help.um, we werent as bad as October, but go back to the "early days" of may 11 and read some of that shit now that we are out of the fog. we were assholes to support people too.
And I thought j2b and magnum were bad....
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I will say though, I dont think we took 5 plus pages of posts before realizing we were being dumbasses.
and btw, thanks ODAAT!
Thank you so much for starting and/or continuing shit in our group. We really appreciate it. We like the fact that we are consistently being lectured and berated. We like the fact that we cannot help our own without vets lecturing about how we can't help this person because we don't know what it's like to quit yet. You talk like we're all peers, but you jump to show us that we are nothing.
Let me tell you something (and maybe I'm still foggy, but):
You don't know what it's like to quit either. With the help of this program, I quit for nearly 3 years. I was near day 1000 when I caved. At day 200, I thought I had it under control too. Now look at me back at day 23...
You may be vets via quit days. However, I once was where you are and talking shit. I made mistakes, and I think you guys can learn from me when it comes down to it. I've helped some of these guys, and I've seen some of these guys pushed out because of veteran tactics.
The thing about quitting is that once you get started, motivation makes it easy. It's the months and years down the line that it is difficult to hold onto that motivation. You think about your addiction every day at first; later on, it can be easily forgotten. That is why it is so important to post roll from now until forever. It reminds you are an addict. I was strong 2 years in, but that went away in an instant.
We are all glad you guys are here to support us and give us advice. Do not get us wrong.
But when you give Leahy or the Colonal shit for helping another quitter, fuck you. The Colonal has welcomed every new person to the group, and stays his own boisterous self at all times. Yeah. He fucked up and had to restart. So what? He's had mine and all of October's back since he groveled back here. And he knows what pitfalls got him before...
Again, we bastards love constructive criticism. It will help our quit in the long run. But this pot stirring just for the sake of it has got to stop if that means I have to take it into every group on this site.
November 2011 introduced us to the first time I was ever introduced to the concept of a "trophy can".Quote from: gmann,AugThanks. (Here's a link for you all you lazy quitters: Return of the Living Dead: The Undead and Addiction (http://quit4today.com/blog/2011/08/the-return-of-the-living-dead-addiction-and-the-undead/)Quote from: wastepanel,Augnice post over on quit 4 today. next time write something homoerotic. write what you know, right?Quote from: gmann,AugHow every conversation should be started with a beautiful lady...or gmann (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bF_iiX1HepM&feature=related)Quote from: wastepanel,AugWell, if you're just going to give me my pick of the litter:Quote from: gmann,AugTommy Gunn: Knocked Out (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVIZYDuMY10)Quote from: wastepanel,AugYou don't like to live dangerously?Quote from: gmann,AugOnly in America!Quote from: Colonel_No_Cope,Augthank goodness the franchise didn't end with rocky 5.Quote from: wastepanel,AugIf you don't know, there is a lot of doom and gloom going around October right now. Many of us have hit a major funk, and we're not excited about the quit.I thought it was "Its not how hard you can hit, but how hard you can be hit!!!"
You know what? Fuck that.
I signed up for a fucking fight.
I've been thinking a lot lately about Rocky Balboa (Not in that way, gmann. You keep your bathroom habits to yourself.). Rocky was fucking awesome.
Rocky Balboa never expected to beat Appollo Creed. He just wanted to "go the distance" with him. Well, I ain't beating this nic bitch either, but I sure as hell am going the distance against her. I'm going to fucking quit her til she loves me. But I know I ain't knocking her down. Everytime she's down on that mat and the referee has a count of "9" up, she's gonna stand up. There are no TKO's. There is no final bell. There's just me and her.
That is why I am declaring today Rocky day.
There's a bunch of inspiration in this series, from when we first meet Rocky to when he fights Communism with his bare hands to when he gives the greatest speech ever (and most appropriate) in "Rocky Balboa".
Post up your favorite Rocky moment. Inspire us, or be funny. We're in this fight, and we have to remember to enjoy it.
Rocky Balboa-Fucking god
of inspiration
In this speech, Rocky tells his son that nobody is ever going to hit you as hard life. He explains that it's not how hard you can hit, it's how hard you can hit and keep moving forward. It is so very appropriate to our quit that I swear it was lifted from this site.
This quit is worth it. There are no excuses for caves. I am better than that.
Anyway, Happy Rocky Day... loved the series by the way, and the last movie was one of the best franchise enders I have seen.
It paid homage to everything that made the franchise great... and what made the character a fucking hero.
Sly fucking rocked with this one.
ps: stallone isn't my type, but call me if tommy "machine" gunn takes his shirt off.
'loot03'
(BTW...Tommy "The Machine" Gunn...HIV.)
I really would have thought Thunderlips was more up to par for you.
Hello Loveslaves. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pSc0XlI1a0)
'mrt'
And, Colonal, the correct answer for your prediction on tonight's fight was "Pain".
How homoerotic is too homoerotic?
Is penetration too far, or do we draw the line at double penetration? And what if that double penetration wasn't just about fucking, but more about the love of a man-man-(wo)man?
And should I draw a parallel to tossing the salad and dipping?
(Kids...don't dip. I have to make one statement about quitting, don't I?)
And if you are going homoerotic, I call upon:
Gmann...will you race me on the beach and in short shorts? I'll buy the Nair! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s28vNyjOlbc)
Well, sure enough, the guy with trophy can caved.Quote from: Colonel_No_Cope,AugYou know, why don't we just take a poll...Quote from: TheCanIsDead,AugYou should only be worrying about today...Quote from: Colonel_No_Cope,AugIt will go over the fucking cliff. If it ended up in my mouth, I would go on here and admit the fact that i'm a failure and a loser - but it won't happen because that can or any other can will not lure me in to dipping again.Quote from: TortillaJesus,AugI am now fucking thirsty... I think I'll drink a case of beer.Quote from: TheCanIsDead,AugDid i do the roll call right this time?and while we are at it, its a really good idea to:
To all of you that think i'm crazy - yes I am, what do you expect it's day 2 of being quit.
Those who doubt me, here are some fucking reason why my way of doing this will work for me...
1. "IF" i did cave i would admit it in a heartbeat, anyone that knows me personally knows i always admit it when i'm guilty.
2. Knowing that a bunch of assholes like myself are on here trying to prove me wrong gives 98 reasons to continue and prove you wrong.
3. I can easily open the can or buy a new one and just continue, but I would not be wasting my time on this forum.
4. If i can survive 100 days with a can starring me in the face, that means when the can is tossed over the cliff there is no way in hell i'm ever going back to square one. I need to know that I can survive against all odds, this will reassure me that no matter the circumstances I will not do this shit again!
5. I believe in myself, i tried to quit many times and failed - because I did not believe i could do it. This time i believe in my ability to overcome all odds and prove to myself and my support group - I WILL NOT CAVE!
Leave a loaded spike for a recovering junkie.
Leave a loaded 12 ga with the barrel dipped in chocolate sauce for a suicidal person.
Triple whopper with cheeze and biggie fries for the dieter.
Stash bottles of cheap vodka, Popov I think, in the lampshades and toilet tank of recovering alcoholic
etc....
My friend, your plan is flawed, it is wreckless, and it is plain fucking stupid.
TJ
I'll stay quit. I promise.
TCID... no worries. You can prove me wrong EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY FOR 98 MORE DAYS.
But, here is the easier way to think of it.
Just promise to stay quit one day at a time.
I hope you are right... I really do.
I have never seen it work... the "safety cigarettes" and the "throw it in my face can of Cope".
I tried them all, and if you wanna believe you are a tougher man then me... well, I am all for it. Prove it. Its your integrity that is at risk... not mine.
You can pull off a major coup for quitters everywhere, or go down as the biggest liar and delusional fuckstick in history. I am pulling for you.
Keep us up to date. When that can goes down the toilet, by all means, let us know... when it goes in the lip... YOU BETTER FESS UP!
Lets just hope it doesn't go there. Yes???
I'm not better than you or anyone else on this forum. I'm just going for the impossible and i'm going to make this happen. The more of you doubt me the more I want to do this! So bring it, give me more reasons why i'm going to go to 100 with a can right under my nose.
Then you will come back tomorrow, and worry about it then.
You are only on Day 2, and you are worried about HOF at 100???
Come on man.
Save yourself now.
That Trophy Can is not worth it.
I will stop now... because I just do not want to instigate your foolishness any further.
Stay quit... one day at a time, brother.
See ya tomorrow!!!
Anybody here that has successfully quit with a trophy can say aye...
(crickets...)
Anybody here that has successfully quit without a trophy can say aye....
(5000 quitters stand up in unison.)
There we have it.
What do we know?
While battling a nice 40s funk, my friend Radar gave the usual 20s post about leaving the site:Quote from: TheCanIsDead,AugQuote from: kbdavear,AugI'm talking shit because I hate people that assume and lie. I'm not one of them and I can't stand it when someone accuses me of caving or suggests that I'm liar. caved last week and i'm still here. Yes I did not post roll, I hate doing it on my phone especially when brushing teeth, getting out of bed, or having breakfast. I don't care whether any of you believe it or not. I have not lied about anything so far.Quote from: TheCanIsDead,AugYou have 14 days under your belt, so you need to shut the fuck up Mr. Vet wannabe.Well, sir I have more than 14 days under my belt and I am not a Vet. However, I feel you need to get your act together. I have see you in chat and on the boards talking very large and as if you are in control. However, you have shown with your actions that you are not in control. There is a mindset that you Must have in order to make your quit last. This is not a simple task, and by your actions and the words that you spoken on here, it is apparent that you are NOT ready to quit.
I could be wrong on this but I don't think I am. You are acting like a child, and being a bitch about the entire issue. You have called people out and started a lot of shit. in this group. What you need to be doing is sitting back and taking your medicine for caving and planning the cave at that.
Start doing things on here the right way, and stop causing problems. If you are to ignorant to do these things, then maybe you need to leave the site until you have figured it out. You have some people on here that are willing to help you out, however you seem more content on bad mouthing others to realize this.
I am trying to be nice (once), but the choice is yours. Get with the program or go fuck your life up somewhere else. The people here do not need you idiotic behavior mixed in with there actual quits.
*this is my opinion please continue with the humourous bashing of Trophy*
I got a trophy can, and thanks to Klark i tossed it - was it not for his help i would have caved much sooner.
Then i was told numerous times to not drink, ignored it and kept drinking but did not cave.
Posted roll Friday morning and caved at night because I got hammered. Got on here and admitted I was wrong, and drinking was the reason I caved.
Since then I have not dipped and but i'm off to lunch and i'll go dip now. Only it will be Smokey Mountain not Grizzly.
I was not ready to quit last week - I realized that last night after reading almost every damn link on the website.
Not going to respond to anymore shit talk, so have at it. I'll just post roll and keep it at that. Obviously everyone wants to put a word in regarding my cave.QuoteI'm talking shit because I hate people that assume and lie. I'm not one of them and I can't stand it when someone accuses me of caving or suggests that I'm liar.You are a liar.
You posted roll on Friday. You gave your word that you would not partake in any nicotine injestion. You lied.
Color me surprised when you fade away or come back for a third try.Quotecaved last week and i'm still here.Grizzlykills caved month and last night. He's got you by a cave.QuoteYes I did not post roll, I hate doing it on my phone especially when brushing teeth, getting out of bed, or having breakfast. I don't care whether any of you believe it or not.It's ok if you start your quit late in the morning. Chew tastes great with coffee and during your morning commute. But it's ok, because you don't post until later...
You fucking start quitting the moment you wake up. Act like it. Post roll. Get it off the table. Especially now.QuoteI have not lied about anything so far.We'll agree to disagree.QuoteI got a trophy can, and thanks to Klark i tossed it - was it not for his help i would have caved much sooner.You've read the links, but I don't think you understand them. We post roll every morning to remind our addicted brains that we are addicts. We lie. We justify our behavior. We are weak. We are the same.
Then i was told numerous times to not drink, ignored it and kept drinking but did not cave.
Posted roll Friday morning and caved at night because I got hammered. Got on here and admitted I was wrong, and drinking was the reason I caved.Â
Since then I have not dipped and but i'm off to lunch and i'll go dip now. Only it will be Smokey Mountain not Grizzly.
I was not ready to quit last week - I realized that last night after reading almost every damn link on the website.
I still don't think you're ready to quit. You're already bringing up the Eurotrip as an excuse not to post everyday, and you have not once mentioned that you are quitting your drinking (at least in the beginning here) to accomodate this quit DESPITE ADMITTING IT WAS THE REASON YOU CAVED.
Prove me wrong, but if I have a feeling you're going to fade away here shortly. If we ever do meet after that, I'm sure it will be under a different username.
Look how many people here post in multiple groups. Sometimes, they post in other groups just to support. Some of these quitters post in every group on this forum.
What happened?-I quit with the KTCQuote from: TEAMKEOKI,AugFirst off radar, I thank you very much for talking me out of leaving the site a mere 26 days ago. I had the depression that comes with a 3 week quit. I don't know why it happens, I just know that I was not the only one that has wanted to "do it on my own" in the 20s (This week it happened to TommyNY.). I can think of at least 4-5 others I personally share texts with that wanted to leave as well.Quote from: radar,AugTROLLQuote from: ODAAT,AugI guess I'm all out then. I can't commit time to this site the way you want me to.Quote from: bigbamadan,AugEvery group has one, and Radar is October's. We had a guy in our group almost lose his wife and child in a car wreck. He posted roll every day either by texting someone or doing it himself.Quote from: destefano,Augradar, i'm not here to point fingers and call names. you are free to do what you want.Quote from: radar,AugHa, so now it's your quit group's fault that you're craving? Not cool.Quote from: Luby,AugI do the best that I can to post here. Given certain circumstances that recently happened, I could not. I am going to continue to attempt to post here or contact someone every day, if and when I can.Quote from: radar,AugLadies and gentlemen. It astonishes me the amount of cynicism and anger that pervades this board. The angry text messages (most of which I only just got this afternoon), voicemails, and private messages truly shocked me.You either want to be a part of this program or you don't. I for one want you here, but being a part of it means posting roll and being there in mind and spirit not just for yourself but for your quit brothers. There are gonna be times you are gonna need this place, god know there are times I certainly do, but it's not fair to us if you are here just when you need us. Hell maybe we are gonna need your help sometime too, it's a two way street. By posting roll we know you are gonna be in that fox hole with us, so yoiu gotta decide if this is for you.
I have been away, as some of you know. When I returned from Canada last week, I walked into a literal shitstorm that I was not prepared for. Since then, I have been back and forth across the country 3 times dealing with some family issues that I do not have the time to go into right now.
I may miss days posting, but I'm still quit. The few times I jumped on, I was trying to figure out my quit date at that point (I had honestly forgotten, with everything going on.)
Take it for whatever you want. I know where some of you stand.
This was never a question of coming here only when I wanted to. That's something you've made up for yourself.
I am short on time right now, but suffice it to say:
1. There were technological limitations while I was gone, eventually resulting in a broken cellphone.
2. A family emergency that pulled me away as soon as I returned home.
3. Said emergency is not in the clear yet, and I will be traveling again in a few days. I'm hoping to have another phone by then.
I can't believe I have to go through all of this. Almost makes this site not worth it for me. If you had any idea, whatsoever, of what I've just been through, and what my brother is going through, you'd lay the fuck off. But you push and push and push and push.
Fuck.
I'm having my first craving in weeks now. I wasn't even thinking about dipping or smoking until you all had to start this shit with me. All I wanted to do was note that I'm back, and that circumstances kept me from posting daily. I DO NOT need this kind of stress right now.
I came back because I never had any intention of leaving this site. If you want me gone, just say the word. You don't owe me anything, I don't owe anyone here anything.
It's pretty simple, follow the rules or don't, but if you don't... go somewhere else. The only point these guys are trying to make is that this should be important to you. Act accordingly.
On that note, I am sorry, that you are ging through family issues. Those are never fun, no matter what it is.
you need to understand though that everybody's got shit going on in their life. some with goo shit. some with bad shit. some with really fucked up bad shit.
I'm not attempting to take anything away from your recent experience and I wish your family all the best. Please understand though, you are not a special unique snowflake.
if you put half as much time into figuring out a way to post roll as opposed to listing the multitude of reasons you couldn't....well then I suspect there would be no issue.
you need to decide how important your quit is. what is it worth??? what will you do to protect it?
We've heard every excuse in the book. First 100 days you post every day or text. That simple. You're either all in or all out. You decide, but we don't do shit halfway around here. Those who do, well, have their next Day 1 in their future.
I've already messaged an admin to remove my account.
I will do this alone.
Best of luck to all of you. Thank you to those who did actually help me along the way.
With that being said, I call shenanigans on your unable to post roll. We have watched you log on a few times in the last few days and have commented on it. When a quitter logs into here without posting roll, something has happened. When the person puts up such a fight to not post roll everyday prior to it, that person called their shot. In this day, anyways, how many places really don't have internet or telephone service? I never thought Canada was that backwards...
We're all fucking addicts here. Nobody's addiction to nicotine is worse than another person's here. We control our actions. We cannot control this addiction.
I try to be more vocal about posting roll because that is what ultimately got me: I forgot I was an addict. I forgot because I could not be bothered to take the few seconds each morning to remind myself "I am a fucking addict". I stopped planning for situations where I could cave. I started thinking "One just won't hurt. I can't get re addicted from one...".
I was dead fucking wrong.
In the last 50 days I've quit, I've seen a pattern emerge. The folks that come here everyday and post roll in the morning do much better staying out of the can than the folks that do it when they want to. I wake up in the morning, take a piss, and post roll. Sometimes, it's at 4 in the morning. Sometimes, it's at 9:30. The other day, I couldn't post until 1. I texted a friend here that I quit until I could get here and promise it to everybody else.
I need to remember that I am an addict, or this is all for naught.
So, please, ignore the bullshit here. I did it for a while. I logged in after you talked me down from the ledge and posted roll and left for the next week. I never skipped a roll here. I didn't care what anybody said. It was at that point I realized this quit was for me, and not for everybody else. I came back and started posting and fucking around here when I was having cravings because I wanted to. You will want to too in a few days.
Stop making excuses like a cowardly addict, and grow a pair. Be a brave fucking addict such as :
THE Basterds:
Quitters:
DocLange-Day 55-Still quit in Kenya! (via text to Tleah64)
BigBill: Day 51 - Gona stay quit today!
Jlima- Day 41
Chunkles - Day 51
drecore - day 55
Jmiah - day 34
Pheasant283: Day 51. Staying quit today
dano0726 -- Day 26 of no Red Seal Fine Cut
Colonel No Cope - 48 - taking my Navy son to King's Dominion for the day. Will not use nicotine.
Jbfla - Day 48
Landons_Dad Day 37 and first dentist app. since my quit. Little nervious but Ill keep you posted.
eafman day 47
vannitro day 43
midwestusa: Day 52: Good luck Landon's Dad.
nealo - day 27 - quittin with txlongbeard
Coldstreak - 52
JRan - 55
Moe - 43
Prada88 Day 32 and still on deployment (Email to Taz)
BadKarma423 - Day 31
stjohnsloop - 39
teamkeoki-43
TLeah64- Day54 - Staying quit today!
Jbags5 - Day 50. Wow. Still quit.
Phil4 - day 35
Wastepanel-day 50
Lerxst - Day 55
JDoughMO - Day 26
Tiburonbob- Day 46
Rossh32-Day 30
wcummingsiv- Day 35 this number is getting big
reallogansmith - Day 48
genk - Day 29 - my quit is going strong.
TommyNY-I'm Here on phone at work. Can smeone post for me please 32 days
Shaundy - Day 25
haas311 - day 37
Luby - 33 - Last day of 19 day work road trip and it is gonna be quit!
Michelle!- Day 27
radar - Day 26. See post after this one. (Had day count incorrect)
Turnin30 - 26 - on vacation, but not from my quit
D - 30 wow never thought I'd be able to say that, 30 days without nicotine, awesome
Ajh04 day 31 nic free day just had a hectic morning
Support:
Romandog - 122 - Quit
TCOPE - 954.... still quit
XCF - 1,044 One day at a time
LLCope -112- Go October
HKS-192, today I promise..........
Txlongbeard 105 Long Donging the Nic Bitch, Get ya some Neal
Flashman - 792 - None for me.
Boilerbates - 139
SamCat...752!!! Have a GREAT time Colonel!!! All Y'all have a great Hump Day Quit!!!
Rebel - 162 quit
syn,drome - yesterday +1
Bomanquit 152 Still Quit and staying that way
DaveVT - 161
AgLawyer - 21
Tazmed - 57- Quit with the Colonel, Prada, and anyone else who's honorable to keep their word.
DennyX - Quit with LUBY, HAAS, and TURNIN today!
j2b - 206
Keddy - 296 - Quit with tommyny . . . .
bubblehed668 - 1,244 finger.gif nic biotch kiss my arse.gif Morning Basterds
CH - 409 Quit will all you today!
tarpon-330 mornin turds
Yankeeguy1969 - 149 - I am quit with October!
Rocketman-152-quit with Jlima, TeamK WastePanel (2nd bump!)
Cornwallace - 129 - Quit with Lubes, Wastepanel, eafman, Keoki, Colonel, dre, and the doc
dchogs- 94- quit with sloop today. good luck TLeah!
Pepatton - 136 quit with October today
davidc67 -168- quit
Magnum 183
Trey -66- Quit with October today!! Keep up the awesome quit!!
scowick - 250 - quit is built here.
NOLAQ - 520 - Been a while since I quit with Cocktober. Nice work in here!
gmann 223 - WHERE ARE YOU BIG G???????
CNM 555
I'll quit with you radar. Will you quit with me?
It's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).Nice...
I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.
When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.
Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!
The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.
We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.
+1Quote from: wastepanelIt's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).Nice...
I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.
When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.
Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!
The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.
We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.
+2 Good story WP.Quote from: Nolaq+1Quote from: wastepanelIt's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).Nice...
I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.
When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.
Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!
The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.
We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.
Wow, excellent share wastepanel. Really enjoyed that read. Thank you.Quote from: Thumblewort+2 Good story WP.Quote from: Nolaq+1Quote from: wastepanelIt's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).Nice...
I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.
When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.
Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!
The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.
We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.
I love WP stories. Good read.Quote from: rdadWow, excellent share wastepanel. Really enjoyed that read. Thank you.Quote from: Thumblewort+2 Good story WP.Quote from: Nolaq+1Quote from: wastepanelIt's been a busy weekend, and not because of the usual run of the mill fun activities I find taking over my life. We're on vacation this week (so the good people of South Carolina get to enjoy the beautiful sight of my shirtless body...ladies...).Nice...
I've always been apprehensive about the ocean. It's big, it's mean, and it's swallowed people whole. One of my first experiences I can remember is visiting Virginia Beach and seeing a girl bitten by a jelly fish within 5 minutes of arriving. I've seen every Jaws movies and many of its cheap rip-offs. When I was young, my Sunday school teacher lost her husband when he got sucked away by the undertow. I've carried many of these fears with me today, but now it's worse: I have kids.
When we hit the beach, I go into survival mode. My ears perk up, and my head is constantly swiveling to make sure that neither boy wanders 5 feet away from us. My wife, on the other hand, is completely comfortable and may place the ocean in her top five loves of this planet. She and the oldest make their way out a ways while I'm freaking out near shore. They love it.
Well, yesterday, the waves were rough. They were much calmer our first day here. My son, bored of hanging near the shore with his worrisome father, made a new game where he stopped a wave's fury with his boogie board. I grabbed the other one, and I must say...it was pretty fun. We started out laughing and diving into waves just a few feet in, but we slowly began moving further and further away from shore. What started out as water at knee level became water at waste level. Soon, waves were taller than our heads and we'd jump on top of them Jedi style. When we bored of that, we boogie boarded our way back to the shore. I was having fun...in the ocean!
The nic bitch always looms after we quit. She's a great big ocean of fury that we can lose ourselves in. She's that creepy undertow in life that pulls on your legs trying to force us down. She can take many forms, and usually does. In fact, the mere idea of facing her can seem quite daunting sometimes. Luckily, there are some good people here that make this shit bearable and even fun.
We aren't here to lecture to others how to quit. Individually, nobody knows everything about being quit. We aren't an echo chamber wannabe program. We will help you quit, and we expect that you will keep us quit. Have your brother's back, and don't betray that. Without this place, I fail. Without you, I fail. No excuses.
Take what you need.bumpin my 2012 post...
Leave the rest.
If you give 100% in your quit, I'll help you protect it. If you give any less, good luck.
We are brothers, and we need to stand beside each other. Push hard, but don't push too hard. Show some damn feelings. It ain't going to hurt ya.
How I became an old man over the weekendOMFG, I lived that same process when my son received one of the Halo games...only to do the research and see all the mass quantities of BS that Microsoft has placed on that hard drive causing the space to be limited...FUCKERS.
I fucking love video games. I have since the day I opened my first system on Christmas morning. It was an Atari 7800, and it was awesome. Xevious and Dig Dug were my games, and I played with that far through the introduction of the NES. A few years later, I got one of those. Then we got a Genesis. In fact, for most of my life, I have had a video game system in my househould that I regularly play. As a father of 2, I barely get to touch the X-Box anymore (mainly when I break out the guitar to play RockSmith). My sons love Minecraft, and those pixalated boxes give me a headache within five minutes.
Well, for his birthday, my son asked for the new game Destiny. His aunt got it for him, and he put the disk in to play. Immediately, he was met with an error message and I was summoned. Apparently the game requires 20 gigabytes of memory to play and our weak ass shit won't cover that. No problem. I plug memory sticks in the back all the time to up the memory. "We'll stop at the store later..." I say. Well, it was Sunday night and he had a hockey game. After the game, we attempted a quick CVS stop (on the way) to find them sold out of large memory sticks. I went to the Gamestop that was in the plaza, but it was apparently closed for good and I had no idea. I said "fuck it" and headed across the town to the next closest Gamestop to find that it was already closed. We ended up at Target.
With memory stick in hand (and a quick look through the XBox section to make sure there weren't any better options), we head home ($35). I tell him to shower while I get it going and updating. I plug in the stick, fire it up, and....same fucking message. WTF? I make a quick trip to the computer only to learn that the memory we got won't work, and we needed to upgrade our hard drive. $109.99??? REALLY!??? I search around a little, watch a 10 year old pout because he can't play his new game, and put a refurbished one from Gamestop on hold for the next day ($35). I stop by in the afternoon, and as I'm paying for the thing, I explain the events from the previous night. He gets a concerned look on his face and asks me which XBox I have from different models lined up above him. It turns out that the cheaper options they offered fit the slim and newer models (and not the older one I have). Guess what? $109.99. I disgustingly throw my credit card down, pay for the shit, look crazy, and leave. My son better love this.
I get home and plug in the hard drive. I fire up the game and it begins installing all sorts of shit and updating patches and just making the XBox go insane. I reboot 3 times due to updates, and get to the character creation screen. I turn it off, and I wait for him to come home from school to find that his awesome dad got it all set up for him. After his homework was done, he (and now his friend that shows up) get ready to play. Nope. They get another error, I am summoned again, and I try to fix it. It has an error code "Cattle" and I head to the computer for a solution. It turns out that Destiny is completely online. If their servers are down, you can't fucking play. If their servers are slow, you can't fucking play. The offered solution is "keep trying." 'finger' I then do a little more reading and realize that you can't play two player on it either unless you have 2 Xbox Gold accounts ($60) so my son is going to be pissed about that one too. While I'm fuming over all this, I hear "We did it!!!" from upstairs and they finally get to play.
That evening, he makes a special point of calling his aunt and telling her how awesome the game was. I get jack shit from him despite spending twice as much in money, headaches, and time. When did video games become so fucking complicated that we can't even play a disk that we buy without an internet connection? I understand multiplayer, but surely you just sometimes want to pop in a disk and play without all that hassle...right? And, back in my day, accessories were optional. Fuck all these hidden costs. Minecraft (all squares) requires an HDMI cord for split screen. Fuck that.
Wait.
Back in my day?
Shit. It happened.
I had issues on my kids PS3 with the Y2K baseball and sports games. Sure, current roster changes every month is cool, but if it crashes every other month it sucks.Quote from: wastepanelHow I became an old man over the weekendOMFG, I lived that same process when my son received one of the Halo games...only to do the research and see all the mass quantities of BS that Microsoft has placed on that hard drive causing the space to be limited...FUCKERS.
I fucking love video games. I have since the day I opened my first system on Christmas morning. It was an Atari 7800, and it was awesome. Xevious and Dig Dug were my games, and I played with that far through the introduction of the NES. A few years later, I got one of those. Then we got a Genesis. In fact, for most of my life, I have had a video game system in my househould that I regularly play. As a father of 2, I barely get to touch the X-Box anymore (mainly when I break out the guitar to play RockSmith). My sons love Minecraft, and those pixalated boxes give me a headache within five minutes.
Well, for his birthday, my son asked for the new game Destiny. His aunt got it for him, and he put the disk in to play. Immediately, he was met with an error message and I was summoned. Apparently the game requires 20 gigabytes of memory to play and our weak ass shit won't cover that. No problem. I plug memory sticks in the back all the time to up the memory. "We'll stop at the store later..." I say. Well, it was Sunday night and he had a hockey game. After the game, we attempted a quick CVS stop (on the way) to find them sold out of large memory sticks. I went to the Gamestop that was in the plaza, but it was apparently closed for good and I had no idea. I said "fuck it" and headed across the town to the next closest Gamestop to find that it was already closed. We ended up at Target.
With memory stick in hand (and a quick look through the XBox section to make sure there weren't any better options), we head home ($35). I tell him to shower while I get it going and updating. I plug in the stick, fire it up, and....same fucking message. WTF? I make a quick trip to the computer only to learn that the memory we got won't work, and we needed to upgrade our hard drive. $109.99??? REALLY!??? I search around a little, watch a 10 year old pout because he can't play his new game, and put a refurbished one from Gamestop on hold for the next day ($35). I stop by in the afternoon, and as I'm paying for the thing, I explain the events from the previous night. He gets a concerned look on his face and asks me which XBox I have from different models lined up above him. It turns out that the cheaper options they offered fit the slim and newer models (and not the older one I have). Guess what? $109.99. I disgustingly throw my credit card down, pay for the shit, look crazy, and leave. My son better love this.
I get home and plug in the hard drive. I fire up the game and it begins installing all sorts of shit and updating patches and just making the XBox go insane. I reboot 3 times due to updates, and get to the character creation screen. I turn it off, and I wait for him to come home from school to find that his awesome dad got it all set up for him. After his homework was done, he (and now his friend that shows up) get ready to play. Nope. They get another error, I am summoned again, and I try to fix it. It has an error code "Cattle" and I head to the computer for a solution. It turns out that Destiny is completely online. If their servers are down, you can't fucking play. If their servers are slow, you can't fucking play. The offered solution is "keep trying." 'finger' I then do a little more reading and realize that you can't play two player on it either unless you have 2 Xbox Gold accounts ($60) so my son is going to be pissed about that one too. While I'm fuming over all this, I hear "We did it!!!" from upstairs and they finally get to play.
That evening, he makes a special point of calling his aunt and telling her how awesome the game was. I get jack shit from him despite spending twice as much in money, headaches, and time. When did video games become so fucking complicated that we can't even play a disk that we buy without an internet connection? I understand multiplayer, but surely you just sometimes want to pop in a disk and play without all that hassle...right? And, back in my day, accessories were optional. Fuck all these hidden costs. Minecraft (all squares) requires an HDMI cord for split screen. Fuck that.
Wait.
Back in my day?
Shit. It happened.
My son is also on destiny playing and it love watching him play because I remember back in the day when my dad would play Madden with me on the Sega Genesis and I would kick his ass...only to now be the recipient of a good old ass kicking from my son. Call Of Duty, Halo, Destiny, anything but Forza he is kicking my @$$ on, however I am still having fun because every time I watch him play I see myself years ago immersed in an intense session of Legend of Zelda or Super Mario Brothers.
It is amazing how far things have come even from me standing in like for the first release of the Sony Playstation.
Unfortunately my poor son is laying around today with a freshly broken arm and cannot "play" xBox for a couple weeks.
P.S. I will be really excited when someone replaces my work computer mouse with an old Nintendo Power Glove.
You sound like me on the phone to HP.Quote from: PinchedI had issues on my kids PS3 with the Y2K baseball and sports games. Sure, current roster changes every month is cool, but if it crashes every other month it sucks.Quote from: wastepanelHow I became an old man over the weekendOMFG, I lived that same process when my son received one of the Halo games...only to do the research and see all the mass quantities of BS that Microsoft has placed on that hard drive causing the space to be limited...FUCKERS.
I fucking love video games. I have since the day I opened my first system on Christmas morning. It was an Atari 7800, and it was awesome. Xevious and Dig Dug were my games, and I played with that far through the introduction of the NES. A few years later, I got one of those. Then we got a Genesis. In fact, for most of my life, I have had a video game system in my househould that I regularly play. As a father of 2, I barely get to touch the X-Box anymore (mainly when I break out the guitar to play RockSmith). My sons love Minecraft, and those pixalated boxes give me a headache within five minutes.
Well, for his birthday, my son asked for the new game Destiny. His aunt got it for him, and he put the disk in to play. Immediately, he was met with an error message and I was summoned. Apparently the game requires 20 gigabytes of memory to play and our weak ass shit won't cover that. No problem. I plug memory sticks in the back all the time to up the memory. "We'll stop at the store later..." I say. Well, it was Sunday night and he had a hockey game. After the game, we attempted a quick CVS stop (on the way) to find them sold out of large memory sticks. I went to the Gamestop that was in the plaza, but it was apparently closed for good and I had no idea. I said "fuck it" and headed across the town to the next closest Gamestop to find that it was already closed. We ended up at Target.
With memory stick in hand (and a quick look through the XBox section to make sure there weren't any better options), we head home ($35). I tell him to shower while I get it going and updating. I plug in the stick, fire it up, and....same fucking message. WTF? I make a quick trip to the computer only to learn that the memory we got won't work, and we needed to upgrade our hard drive. $109.99??? REALLY!??? I search around a little, watch a 10 year old pout because he can't play his new game, and put a refurbished one from Gamestop on hold for the next day ($35). I stop by in the afternoon, and as I'm paying for the thing, I explain the events from the previous night. He gets a concerned look on his face and asks me which XBox I have from different models lined up above him. It turns out that the cheaper options they offered fit the slim and newer models (and not the older one I have). Guess what? $109.99. I disgustingly throw my credit card down, pay for the shit, look crazy, and leave. My son better love this.
I get home and plug in the hard drive. I fire up the game and it begins installing all sorts of shit and updating patches and just making the XBox go insane. I reboot 3 times due to updates, and get to the character creation screen. I turn it off, and I wait for him to come home from school to find that his awesome dad got it all set up for him. After his homework was done, he (and now his friend that shows up) get ready to play. Nope. They get another error, I am summoned again, and I try to fix it. It has an error code "Cattle" and I head to the computer for a solution. It turns out that Destiny is completely online. If their servers are down, you can't fucking play. If their servers are slow, you can't fucking play. The offered solution is "keep trying." 'finger' I then do a little more reading and realize that you can't play two player on it either unless you have 2 Xbox Gold accounts ($60) so my son is going to be pissed about that one too. While I'm fuming over all this, I hear "We did it!!!" from upstairs and they finally get to play.
That evening, he makes a special point of calling his aunt and telling her how awesome the game was. I get jack shit from him despite spending twice as much in money, headaches, and time. When did video games become so fucking complicated that we can't even play a disk that we buy without an internet connection? I understand multiplayer, but surely you just sometimes want to pop in a disk and play without all that hassle...right? And, back in my day, accessories were optional. Fuck all these hidden costs. Minecraft (all squares) requires an HDMI cord for split screen. Fuck that.
Wait.
Back in my day?
Shit. It happened.
My son is also on destiny playing and it love watching him play because I remember back in the day when my dad would play Madden with me on the Sega Genesis and I would kick his ass...only to now be the recipient of a good old ass kicking from my son. Call Of Duty, Halo, Destiny, anything but Forza he is kicking my @$$ on, however I am still having fun because every time I watch him play I see myself years ago immersed in an intense session of Legend of Zelda or Super Mario Brothers.
It is amazing how far things have come even from me standing in like for the first release of the Sony Playstation.
Unfortunately my poor son is laying around today with a freshly broken arm and cannot "play" xBox for a couple weeks.
P.S. I will be really excited when someone replaces my work computer mouse with an old Nintendo Power Glove.
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WP, big congrats and big thanks for holding this place together. You're a fine gentleman and one badass MF'n quitterQuote from: ThumblewortCongrats Waste. 12th floor is awesomeness!Quote from: Diesel2112Nice WP, enjoy your day.Quote from: FMBM707Nice 12 bills, Congrats!!!Quote from: SnotCongratulations, WP! The first guy here to give me his number.Congrats Waste on 1200! Awesome, awesome, awesome! Quit with you all day EDD!
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congrats, puke face.Quote from: Done4MeWP, big congrats and big thanks for holding this place together. You're a fine gentleman and one badass MF'n quitterQuote from: ThumblewortCongrats Waste. 12th floor is awesomeness!Quote from: Diesel2112Nice WP, enjoy your day.Quote from: FMBM707Nice 12 bills, Congrats!!!Quote from: SnotCongratulations, WP! The first guy here to give me his number.Congrats Waste on 1200! Awesome, awesome, awesome! Quit with you all day EDD!
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Great great job and thank you.Quote from: Steakbomb18congrats, puke face.Quote from: Done4MeWP, big congrats and big thanks for holding this place together. You're a fine gentleman and one badass MF'n quitterQuote from: ThumblewortCongrats Waste. 12th floor is awesomeness!Quote from: Diesel2112Nice WP, enjoy your day.Quote from: FMBM707Nice 12 bills, Congrats!!!Quote from: SnotCongratulations, WP! The first guy here to give me his number.Congrats Waste on 1200! Awesome, awesome, awesome! Quit with you all day EDD!
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Congrats brother!Quote from: gmannGreat great job and thank you.Quote from: Steakbomb18congrats, puke face.Quote from: Done4MeWP, big congrats and big thanks for holding this place together. You're a fine gentleman and one badass MF'n quitterQuote from: ThumblewortCongrats Waste. 12th floor is awesomeness!Quote from: Diesel2112Nice WP, enjoy your day.Quote from: FMBM707Nice 12 bills, Congrats!!!Quote from: SnotCongratulations, WP! The first guy here to give me his number.Congrats Waste on 1200! Awesome, awesome, awesome! Quit with you all day EDD!
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Thanks for everything you do WP. Congrats on another achievementQuote from: Scowick65Congrats brother!Quote from: gmannGreat great job and thank you.Quote from: Steakbomb18congrats, puke face.Quote from: Done4MeWP, big congrats and big thanks for holding this place together. You're a fine gentleman and one badass MF'n quitterQuote from: ThumblewortCongrats Waste. 12th floor is awesomeness!Quote from: Diesel2112Nice WP, enjoy your day.Quote from: FMBM707Nice 12 bills, Congrats!!!Quote from: SnotCongratulations, WP! The first guy here to give me his number.Congrats Waste on 1200! Awesome, awesome, awesome! Quit with you all day EDD!
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The challenge of leadership is to be strong, but not rude; be kind, but not weak; be bold, but not bully; be thoughtful, but not lazy; be humble, but not timid; be proud, but not arrogant; have humor, but without folly.Quit.
You know, I got to thinking today that the sun is badass.awesome
It's a fucking fireball in the sky that feeds on itself and expels heat that the other planets thrive on. Yeah...it might be too hot for some of them (I'm looking at you Mercury.), but the planet Earth is just the right distance from it to sustain water. The presence of water allows the planets to maintain its atmosphere, and that allows life to walk upon its surface. But, even though Earth has a gooey magma core, it relies on the sun to heat its surface. What's even better is that these animals still can't look directly at the sun without burning their eyes.
Any one of the planets surrounding the sun can be destroyed without affecting it. We could take a massive asteroid hit, explode into a thousand pieces, throw every planet in the solar system off course, and that fucker would still be burning bright like nothing ever happened. You mean I only have seven planets surrounding me and most of them are drifting? Oh well...no time to worry about that..
There are some quitters here that have found the right distance from the sun. You're orbiting nicely, and the quit is thriving. There are some that are freezing at the outskirts and flirting with Pluto. There are those that think they are the sun. The KTC is always moving, burning, and bringing light. It's where you are that dictates its effects. Rocks can turn into moons which turn into planets. And, while the KTC can light the way, the fire in your quit has to come from within. Otherwise, you're crumbling.
Luckily, we're not just planets that are stuck to our orbits.. We have the ability to position ourselves in just the right spot when we feel weak. When we're strong, we'll orbit again in our new position. Talk to a hundred quitters here and you'll get 100 answers on additional tools outside of roll. They'll tell you you have to be angry. They'll tell you have to coddle. They'll talk about chat and apps and facebook and texts and everything they use. The real answer is what keeps you quit. You want to be angry? Fine! Be angry. You want to blindly support? Fine! Help everyone. The key is to do exactly what makes this quit work for you. Post roll. Lean when you need to, and lead when you're strong. Fret about the individuals, but know that this site is here for all of us.
The quit always comes first. Never forget that.
You and scowick always know the right things to say at the right time. Very well said.Quote from: wastepanelYou know, I got to thinking today that the sun is badass.awesome
It's a fucking fireball in the sky that feeds on itself and expels heat that the other planets thrive on. Yeah...it might be too hot for some of them (I'm looking at you Mercury.), but the planet Earth is just the right distance from it to sustain water. The presence of water allows the planets to maintain its atmosphere, and that allows life to walk upon its surface. But, even though Earth has a gooey magma core, it relies on the sun to heat its surface. What's even better is that these animals still can't look directly at the sun without burning their eyes.
Any one of the planets surrounding the sun can be destroyed without affecting it. We could take a massive asteroid hit, explode into a thousand pieces, throw every planet in the solar system off course, and that fucker would still be burning bright like nothing ever happened. You mean I only have seven planets surrounding me and most of them are drifting? Oh well...no time to worry about that..
There are some quitters here that have found the right distance from the sun. You're orbiting nicely, and the quit is thriving. There are some that are freezing at the outskirts and flirting with Pluto. There are those that think they are the sun. The KTC is always moving, burning, and bringing light. It's where you are that dictates its effects. Rocks can turn into moons which turn into planets. And, while the KTC can light the way, the fire in your quit has to come from within. Otherwise, you're crumbling.
Luckily, we're not just planets that are stuck to our orbits.. We have the ability to position ourselves in just the right spot when we feel weak. When we're strong, we'll orbit again in our new position. Talk to a hundred quitters here and you'll get 100 answers on additional tools outside of roll. They'll tell you you have to be angry. They'll tell you have to coddle. They'll talk about chat and apps and facebook and texts and everything they use. The real answer is what keeps you quit. You want to be angry? Fine! Be angry. You want to blindly support? Fine! Help everyone. The key is to do exactly what makes this quit work for you. Post roll. Lean when you need to, and lead when you're strong. Fret about the individuals, but know that this site is here for all of us.
The quit always comes first. Never forget that.
It's because of all the ghey secks they have with each other.Quote from: Scowick65You and scowick always know the right things to say at the right time. Very well said.Quote from: wastepanelYou know, I got to thinking today that the sun is badass.awesome
It's a fucking fireball in the sky that feeds on itself and expels heat that the other planets thrive on. Yeah...it might be too hot for some of them (I'm looking at you Mercury.), but the planet Earth is just the right distance from it to sustain water. The presence of water allows the planets to maintain its atmosphere, and that allows life to walk upon its surface. But, even though Earth has a gooey magma core, it relies on the sun to heat its surface. What's even better is that these animals still can't look directly at the sun without burning their eyes.
Any one of the planets surrounding the sun can be destroyed without affecting it. We could take a massive asteroid hit, explode into a thousand pieces, throw every planet in the solar system off course, and that fucker would still be burning bright like nothing ever happened. You mean I only have seven planets surrounding me and most of them are drifting? Oh well...no time to worry about that..
There are some quitters here that have found the right distance from the sun. You're orbiting nicely, and the quit is thriving. There are some that are freezing at the outskirts and flirting with Pluto. There are those that think they are the sun. The KTC is always moving, burning, and bringing light. It's where you are that dictates its effects. Rocks can turn into moons which turn into planets. And, while the KTC can light the way, the fire in your quit has to come from within. Otherwise, you're crumbling.
Luckily, we're not just planets that are stuck to our orbits.. We have the ability to position ourselves in just the right spot when we feel weak. When we're strong, we'll orbit again in our new position. Talk to a hundred quitters here and you'll get 100 answers on additional tools outside of roll. They'll tell you you have to be angry. They'll tell you have to coddle. They'll talk about chat and apps and facebook and texts and everything they use. The real answer is what keeps you quit. You want to be angry? Fine! Be angry. You want to blindly support? Fine! Help everyone. The key is to do exactly what makes this quit work for you. Post roll. Lean when you need to, and lead when you're strong. Fret about the individuals, but know that this site is here for all of us.
The quit always comes first. Never forget that.
I feel like I just got baked with Donald Sutherland.Quote from: worktowinIt's because of all the ghey secks they have with each other.Quote from: Scowick65You and scowick always know the right things to say at the right time. Very well said.Quote from: wastepanelYou know, I got to thinking today that the sun is badass.awesome
It's a fucking fireball in the sky that feeds on itself and expels heat that the other planets thrive on. Yeah...it might be too hot for some of them (I'm looking at you Mercury.), but the planet Earth is just the right distance from it to sustain water. The presence of water allows the planets to maintain its atmosphere, and that allows life to walk upon its surface. But, even though Earth has a gooey magma core, it relies on the sun to heat its surface. What's even better is that these animals still can't look directly at the sun without burning their eyes.
Any one of the planets surrounding the sun can be destroyed without affecting it. We could take a massive asteroid hit, explode into a thousand pieces, throw every planet in the solar system off course, and that fucker would still be burning bright like nothing ever happened. You mean I only have seven planets surrounding me and most of them are drifting? Oh well...no time to worry about that..
There are some quitters here that have found the right distance from the sun. You're orbiting nicely, and the quit is thriving. There are some that are freezing at the outskirts and flirting with Pluto. There are those that think they are the sun. The KTC is always moving, burning, and bringing light. It's where you are that dictates its effects. Rocks can turn into moons which turn into planets. And, while the KTC can light the way, the fire in your quit has to come from within. Otherwise, you're crumbling.
Luckily, we're not just planets that are stuck to our orbits.. We have the ability to position ourselves in just the right spot when we feel weak. When we're strong, we'll orbit again in our new position. Talk to a hundred quitters here and you'll get 100 answers on additional tools outside of roll. They'll tell you you have to be angry. They'll tell you have to coddle. They'll talk about chat and apps and facebook and texts and everything they use. The real answer is what keeps you quit. You want to be angry? Fine! Be angry. You want to blindly support? Fine! Help everyone. The key is to do exactly what makes this quit work for you. Post roll. Lean when you need to, and lead when you're strong. Fret about the individuals, but know that this site is here for all of us.
The quit always comes first. Never forget that.
I got quit at KTC.Quote from: NolaqI feel like I just got baked with Donald Sutherland.Quote from: worktowinIt's because of all the ghey secks they have with each other.Quote from: Scowick65You and scowick always know the right things to say at the right time. Very well said.Quote from: wastepanelYou know, I got to thinking today that the sun is badass.awesome
It's a fucking fireball in the sky that feeds on itself and expels heat that the other planets thrive on. Yeah...it might be too hot for some of them (I'm looking at you Mercury.), but the planet Earth is just the right distance from it to sustain water. The presence of water allows the planets to maintain its atmosphere, and that allows life to walk upon its surface. But, even though Earth has a gooey magma core, it relies on the sun to heat its surface. What's even better is that these animals still can't look directly at the sun without burning their eyes.
Any one of the planets surrounding the sun can be destroyed without affecting it. We could take a massive asteroid hit, explode into a thousand pieces, throw every planet in the solar system off course, and that fucker would still be burning bright like nothing ever happened. You mean I only have seven planets surrounding me and most of them are drifting? Oh well...no time to worry about that..
There are some quitters here that have found the right distance from the sun. You're orbiting nicely, and the quit is thriving. There are some that are freezing at the outskirts and flirting with Pluto. There are those that think they are the sun. The KTC is always moving, burning, and bringing light. It's where you are that dictates its effects. Rocks can turn into moons which turn into planets. And, while the KTC can light the way, the fire in your quit has to come from within. Otherwise, you're crumbling.
Luckily, we're not just planets that are stuck to our orbits.. We have the ability to position ourselves in just the right spot when we feel weak. When we're strong, we'll orbit again in our new position. Talk to a hundred quitters here and you'll get 100 answers on additional tools outside of roll. They'll tell you you have to be angry. They'll tell you have to coddle. They'll talk about chat and apps and facebook and texts and everything they use. The real answer is what keeps you quit. You want to be angry? Fine! Be angry. You want to blindly support? Fine! Help everyone. The key is to do exactly what makes this quit work for you. Post roll. Lean when you need to, and lead when you're strong. Fret about the individuals, but know that this site is here for all of us.
The quit always comes first. Never forget that.
Got ya a bag of some good stuff this time, huh WP?Quote from: grizzlyhasclawsI got quit at KTC.Quote from: NolaqI feel like I just got baked with Donald Sutherland.Quote from: worktowinIt's because of all the ghey secks they have with each other.Quote from: Scowick65You and scowick always know the right things to say at the right time. Very well said.Quote from: wastepanelYou know, I got to thinking today that the sun is badass.awesome
It's a fucking fireball in the sky that feeds on itself and expels heat that the other planets thrive on. Yeah...it might be too hot for some of them (I'm looking at you Mercury.), but the planet Earth is just the right distance from it to sustain water. The presence of water allows the planets to maintain its atmosphere, and that allows life to walk upon its surface. But, even though Earth has a gooey magma core, it relies on the sun to heat its surface. What's even better is that these animals still can't look directly at the sun without burning their eyes.
Any one of the planets surrounding the sun can be destroyed without affecting it. We could take a massive asteroid hit, explode into a thousand pieces, throw every planet in the solar system off course, and that fucker would still be burning bright like nothing ever happened. You mean I only have seven planets surrounding me and most of them are drifting? Oh well...no time to worry about that..
There are some quitters here that have found the right distance from the sun. You're orbiting nicely, and the quit is thriving. There are some that are freezing at the outskirts and flirting with Pluto. There are those that think they are the sun. The KTC is always moving, burning, and bringing light. It's where you are that dictates its effects. Rocks can turn into moons which turn into planets. And, while the KTC can light the way, the fire in your quit has to come from within. Otherwise, you're crumbling.
Luckily, we're not just planets that are stuck to our orbits.. We have the ability to position ourselves in just the right spot when we feel weak. When we're strong, we'll orbit again in our new position. Talk to a hundred quitters here and you'll get 100 answers on additional tools outside of roll. They'll tell you you have to be angry. They'll tell you have to coddle. They'll talk about chat and apps and facebook and texts and everything they use. The real answer is what keeps you quit. You want to be angry? Fine! Be angry. You want to blindly support? Fine! Help everyone. The key is to do exactly what makes this quit work for you. Post roll. Lean when you need to, and lead when you're strong. Fret about the individuals, but know that this site is here for all of us.
The quit always comes first. Never forget that.
Staying quit at KTC with ^^^^ these quitters.
Jesse: You either run from things or you face them, Mr. White.I fucking love Breaking Bad. It took my wife a little bit to convince me to watch it too, but once I did...wow. It started (what I like to call) my "drug running run" on Netflix consisting of this show, Weeds, and Sons of Anarchy. For the last couple days, AMC ran a marathon of the entire series and I caught a few episodes. It's amazing to me how well they handled Jesse's battle with addiction and the self hatred that he faces.
Walter: Now what exactly does that mean?
Jesse: I learned it in rehab. It's all about accepting who you really are. I accept who I am.
Walter: And who are you?
Jesse: I'm the bad guy.
Bravo, simply outstanding, I could not be prouder to call you my quit brother. I showed up on site a couple weeks after you and have posted with you every day since then. I identify with nearly everything you wrote in this post, just thanks for being you and I am proud to quit with you today and I am proud to call you my friend.QuoteJesse: You either run from things or you face them, Mr. White.I fucking love Breaking Bad. It took my wife a little bit to convince me to watch it too, but once I did...wow. It started (what I like to call) my "drug running run" on Netflix consisting of this show, Weeds, and Sons of Anarchy. For the last couple days, AMC ran a marathon of the entire series and I caught a few episodes. It's amazing to me how well they handled Jesse's battle with addiction and the self hatred that he faces.
Walter: Now what exactly does that mean?
Jesse: I learned it in rehab. It's all about accepting who you really are. I accept who I am.
Walter: And who are you?
Jesse: I'm the bad guy.
While we may never bottom out as far as a meth addict or an alcoholic, our bottom does come. It's that moment of realization of what this stupid little weed has taken from our lives. I've written about mine many times: My then 6 year old son wanted beef jerky. I went to three stores to no avail and finally found one that carried....shredded beef jerky in a can. After him hawing over what he was presented, we went home. He walked into the house, said hi to mom, and promptly packed that fucking can right in front of her. My heart sank. I received a death stare from my wife, but it didn't matter: I saw myself clearer than she ever could at that moment.
And I fucking hated me.
I was sad. How could I let this child emulate this nasty "habit" that led to my lip being torn up, my wife unwilling to kiss me unless I prepared, or to recycle used chew when I was running low and couldn't get to the store fast enough? Yeah...free will and shit but we're also a product of our environment. No shame from others means no shame within, right?
I remembered this little site I had used to stop a few years prior. I prepared. That's how far down I was into this spiral...as much as I hated myself for using....I didn't quit right away. I bought some Smokey Mountain Snuff (herbal snuff) at Walmart. I let it sit on my refrigerator. I knew the day was coming, but couldn't come up with a triggering factor. Then, in a moment of weakness, I came to the KTC. I had read that some nicotine addicts were so messed up chemically in the head that they required medication to regulate the chemicals in their brains. I so desperately wanted that. I wanted to NEED my nicotine.
I found nobody here that shared my view. I spit out my chew I entered the chat room with (out of respect). I talked with some people. I even ran into a member of my group from 2006 (Franpro). He was still quit. I posted roll partially to quit and partially to spite the assholes that said I couldn't do this. The first day was a blur. The second day left me punch drunk. By day 3, I out of it. I made it to the weekend, and I even got some numbers. Those 3 numbers alone were more than I accumulated the first time around, and I used them all during a Fourth of July party. I avoided alcohol, and even told my boys were could go camping that night to assure an early exit from the party.
I wanted to be quit.
The rest is fucking history. 1280 for 1280. I've never missed a roll. I've lost count of how many numbers I have, and I am available to anybody on this site in need. Just ask. I see my words repeated here and other places as well. I am quit. I strive to be quit.
I've often had people tell me that they've never seen somebody come back like I did. I have. It's not that hard to temporarily know and see what we are. Unfortunately, we lie to ourselves. I've seen many a stopper not accept what he is and believe "I've got this". In that same episode of Breaking Bad that I pulled the above quote from, Jesse's group leader talks about how he killed his daughter while high on meth. Jesse asks him how he couldn't hate himself. His reply? Guilt and self-hate, explains the group leader, stand in the way of true change.
While guilt and self-hate may motivate upon your quit, do not let them become your identity. You're better than that, and quits based on those emotions cannot be sustained. At some point, you need to be you. You can't heal until you move on. The past is the past. The future is unwritten. We have right now. Learn from that past. Remember what horrible things you did and remember what traps you fell in. But do not dwell on these. You control your actions. Avoid the traps and avoid the path to them. While I readily identify as a retread, it's not something I dwell on. It's a badge on my uniform, and anybody can see the big blazing letters "QUIT" first and foremost before noticing it.
We're going to see a ton of new quitters here this week. Welcome. We're not so bad. We burn bright sometimes. We descend into madness sometimes. Quitting isn't pretty 100% of the time for anybody. That's why we do it one moment at a time. You can do this too. I know because I am.
I love this quit. You'll never regret it. All you will regret is the time you wasted to get here.Happy New Year sir. Glad you are around to help a whole lot of people that are gonna need people like you in their corner in a few hours. Let's make 2015 the year that we all kick nicotine square in the balls!
Why is everybody so hostile?Lol. It's awesome realizing we were all defensive noobs at one point. . . something to keep in mind.
Now I am few hours into this. My jaw is tingly, and I'm not going to take this hostile shit anymore.
Sorry to bother some of you.
Happy Birthday Wastepanel! I was born on the same day as you, but sadly for me ..... not the same year!Happy Birthday WP!
'Cheers' 'band' 'band' 'dance' 'party2'
Waste I know I am a day late on this but congratulations on 1300 days quit.Thanks for everything Scott
Thank you for what you have done and continue to do for all of us here at KTC, I know that I would not be at this point if it was not for your support.
Watching Bones the other night I heard this quote: "ThatÂ’s the burden. Like wings, they have weight. We feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that allow us to fly."
I have been thinking of how the post hall of fame funk, and the trouble it is to post everyday, help others, and leave a place better than you found it. Yes it is a burden to be quit, it is a burden to post every damn day, it is a burden to spend time here paying it forward. But these burdens are good, I will gladly carry the burden that quitting brings, because embracing the quit like you have shown me how to fly.
I am proud to share the burden of quit with you.
Waste I know I am a day late on this but congratulations on 1300 days quit. br /br /Thank you for what you have done and continue to do for all of us here at KTC, I know that I would not be at this point if it was not for your support.br /br /Watching Bones the other night I heard this quote: "ThatÂ’s the burden. Like wings, they have weight. We feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens that allow us to fly." br /br /I have been thinking of how the post hall of fame funk, and the trouble it is to post everyday, help others, and leave a place better than you found it. Yes it is a burden to be quit, it is a burden to post every damn day, it is a burden to spend time here paying it forward. But these burdens are good, I will gladly carry the burden that quitting brings, because embracing the quit like you have shown me how to fly. br /br /I am proud to share the burden of quit with you.Thanks for everything Scott
Staying quit is something I'll have to work at the rest of my life.
So, here are my Post-HOF promises: 1) I will continue to post roll because it fucking works, 2) I will always try to post when I have something useful/important to share with you awesome folks, 3) I will always strive to help others with their quits, and lastlyÂ…
But I am going to continue to post because it helps me.
Look at those that are here that are past their 100 day mark. Do you think they magically forgot they were addicted to tobacco? Do you think they could pick up a can of Skoal/Copenhagen/etc. and use it at their leisure? Nope. And neither can I. And neither can you.I've been busy lately and feel like I'm going to bust. I'm stretching myself too thin for everybody, and really just need to concentrate on one thing right now. However, I needed to do some reading today. I spent the afternoon looking at old posts from my friends here. There's a lot of bad ass knowledge tossed around here, and these quotes above me are perfect examples of that.
BravoQuoteStaying quit is something I'll have to work at the rest of my life.QuoteSo, here are my Post-HOF promises: 1) I will continue to post roll because it fucking works, 2) I will always try to post when I have something useful/important to share with you awesome folks, 3) I will always strive to help others with their quits, and lastlyÂ…QuoteBut I am going to continue to post because it helps me.QuoteLook at those that are here that are past their 100 day mark. Do you think they magically forgot they were addicted to tobacco? Do you think they could pick up a can of Skoal/Copenhagen/etc. and use it at their leisure? Nope. And neither can I. And neither can you.I've been busy lately and feel like I'm going to bust. I'm stretching myself too thin for everybody, and really just need to concentrate on one thing right now. However, I needed to do some reading today. I spent the afternoon looking at old posts from my friends here. There's a lot of bad ass knowledge tossed around here, and these quotes above me are perfect examples of that.
Or are they?
I can't take credit for the first 3, but I can the last. It came from my Hall of Fame speech in 2006. If any of you know anything about me, you know that I caved in 2009. I came back here with my tail between my legs in 2011 and not remembering a damn thing I learned the first time around. Truthfully, I completely believed that I couldn't be happy without that fucking poisonous weed. But look at me now...day 1335. I'm not taking chances. Happy to be quit.
Those other 3 quotes are from returning members as well, and none of them are currently posting with us even now. It's not even like failure is unfamiliar here. These aren't the only 3 "badasses" that forgot everything they learned and failed. Look around because the sanctimonious tone of this place is unbearable to me right now.
There was a time (when I was around 200-300 days) when I posted daily to the May 2011 three ballers. On occasion, Larry Drummer would want to get me all riled up and said he wasn't posting tomorrow. I'd type some shit out and look for his name the next day. He'd quietly post roll and not even acknowledge his previous day's post. If he did, he'd say "I changed my mind". For the longest time, he would get me regularly with that.
Now, as I look around at the boards, I see some very appalling ideas. They're not new, but I do believe that many quitters feel like their shit don't stink. I see the same "I don't need to post here" that I used to see coming from that "difficult" individual (you know...the one that didn't get it) coming from somebody that I thought once did get it. It throws me for a loop.
I'm glad that everybody here is quit, but if you think for one second that you are above failure and forgetting, you're wrong.
If you think you are quit completely and always will be, you're wrong.
If you think that you can walk away from "regular posting" while pretending to spout KTC knowledge, you're wrong.
Look, there are and were times when I needed this board a lot. There are times that I don't. I post roll, and I go about my day. But, there are other jaw swollen days where my kids are screaming and I need to let go on here, that I do. It's not shameful to live your life, but fucking ground yourself. My second attempt at a HOF speech was a little more understanding of the battle I was facing: It was a retelling of the story of Icarus. I can never fly too high again, and I can never go to low.
Now, I purposely put this out in my introduction so that you can read it without being registered. You will because I know failure begins where you are going. Quitting is not a decision. It's a series of actions after making a decision. I choose to be quit, and I choose to pursue being quit.
I'm sorry being quit was such a burden.
well said WP!Quote from: wastepanelBravoQuoteStaying quit is something I'll have to work at the rest of my life.QuoteSo, here are my Post-HOF promises: 1) I will continue to post roll because it fucking works, 2) I will always try to post when I have something useful/important to share with you awesome folks, 3) I will always strive to help others with their quits, and lastlyÂ…QuoteBut I am going to continue to post because it helps me.QuoteLook at those that are here that are past their 100 day mark. Do you think they magically forgot they were addicted to tobacco? Do you think they could pick up a can of Skoal/Copenhagen/etc. and use it at their leisure? Nope. And neither can I. And neither can you.I've been busy lately and feel like I'm going to bust. I'm stretching myself too thin for everybody, and really just need to concentrate on one thing right now. However, I needed to do some reading today. I spent the afternoon looking at old posts from my friends here. There's a lot of bad ass knowledge tossed around here, and these quotes above me are perfect examples of that.
Or are they?
I can't take credit for the first 3, but I can the last. It came from my Hall of Fame speech in 2006. If any of you know anything about me, you know that I caved in 2009. I came back here with my tail between my legs in 2011 and not remembering a damn thing I learned the first time around. Truthfully, I completely believed that I couldn't be happy without that fucking poisonous weed. But look at me now...day 1335. I'm not taking chances. Happy to be quit.
Those other 3 quotes are from returning members as well, and none of them are currently posting with us even now. It's not even like failure is unfamiliar here. These aren't the only 3 "badasses" that forgot everything they learned and failed. Look around because the sanctimonious tone of this place is unbearable to me right now.
There was a time (when I was around 200-300 days) when I posted daily to the May 2011 three ballers. On occasion, Larry Drummer would want to get me all riled up and said he wasn't posting tomorrow. I'd type some shit out and look for his name the next day. He'd quietly post roll and not even acknowledge his previous day's post. If he did, he'd say "I changed my mind". For the longest time, he would get me regularly with that.
Now, as I look around at the boards, I see some very appalling ideas. They're not new, but I do believe that many quitters feel like their shit don't stink. I see the same "I don't need to post here" that I used to see coming from that "difficult" individual (you know...the one that didn't get it) coming from somebody that I thought once did get it. It throws me for a loop.
I'm glad that everybody here is quit, but if you think for one second that you are above failure and forgetting, you're wrong.
If you think you are quit completely and always will be, you're wrong.
If you think that you can walk away from "regular posting" while pretending to spout KTC knowledge, you're wrong.
Look, there are and were times when I needed this board a lot. There are times that I don't. I post roll, and I go about my day. But, there are other jaw swollen days where my kids are screaming and I need to let go on here, that I do. It's not shameful to live your life, but fucking ground yourself. My second attempt at a HOF speech was a little more understanding of the battle I was facing: It was a retelling of the story of Icarus. I can never fly too high again, and I can never go to low.
Now, I purposely put this out in my introduction so that you can read it without being registered. You will because I know failure begins where you are going. Quitting is not a decision. It's a series of actions after making a decision. I choose to be quit, and I choose to pursue being quit.
I'm sorry being quit was such a burden.
As always great stuff, thanks for everything you do, proud to quit with you today.Quote from: AppleJackwell said WP!Quote from: wastepanelBravoQuoteStaying quit is something I'll have to work at the rest of my life.QuoteSo, here are my Post-HOF promises: 1) I will continue to post roll because it fucking works, 2) I will always try to post when I have something useful/important to share with you awesome folks, 3) I will always strive to help others with their quits, and lastlyÂ…QuoteBut I am going to continue to post because it helps me.QuoteLook at those that are here that are past their 100 day mark. Do you think they magically forgot they were addicted to tobacco? Do you think they could pick up a can of Skoal/Copenhagen/etc. and use it at their leisure? Nope. And neither can I. And neither can you.I've been busy lately and feel like I'm going to bust. I'm stretching myself too thin for everybody, and really just need to concentrate on one thing right now. However, I needed to do some reading today. I spent the afternoon looking at old posts from my friends here. There's a lot of bad ass knowledge tossed around here, and these quotes above me are perfect examples of that.
Or are they?
I can't take credit for the first 3, but I can the last. It came from my Hall of Fame speech in 2006. If any of you know anything about me, you know that I caved in 2009. I came back here with my tail between my legs in 2011 and not remembering a damn thing I learned the first time around. Truthfully, I completely believed that I couldn't be happy without that fucking poisonous weed. But look at me now...day 1335. I'm not taking chances. Happy to be quit.
Those other 3 quotes are from returning members as well, and none of them are currently posting with us even now. It's not even like failure is unfamiliar here. These aren't the only 3 "badasses" that forgot everything they learned and failed. Look around because the sanctimonious tone of this place is unbearable to me right now.
There was a time (when I was around 200-300 days) when I posted daily to the May 2011 three ballers. On occasion, Larry Drummer would want to get me all riled up and said he wasn't posting tomorrow. I'd type some shit out and look for his name the next day. He'd quietly post roll and not even acknowledge his previous day's post. If he did, he'd say "I changed my mind". For the longest time, he would get me regularly with that.
Now, as I look around at the boards, I see some very appalling ideas. They're not new, but I do believe that many quitters feel like their shit don't stink. I see the same "I don't need to post here" that I used to see coming from that "difficult" individual (you know...the one that didn't get it) coming from somebody that I thought once did get it. It throws me for a loop.
I'm glad that everybody here is quit, but if you think for one second that you are above failure and forgetting, you're wrong.
If you think you are quit completely and always will be, you're wrong.
If you think that you can walk away from "regular posting" while pretending to spout KTC knowledge, you're wrong.
Look, there are and were times when I needed this board a lot. There are times that I don't. I post roll, and I go about my day. But, there are other jaw swollen days where my kids are screaming and I need to let go on here, that I do. It's not shameful to live your life, but fucking ground yourself. My second attempt at a HOF speech was a little more understanding of the battle I was facing: It was a retelling of the story of Icarus. I can never fly too high again, and I can never go to low.
Now, I purposely put this out in my introduction so that you can read it without being registered. You will because I know failure begins where you are going. Quitting is not a decision. It's a series of actions after making a decision. I choose to be quit, and I choose to pursue being quit.
I'm sorry being quit was such a burden.
It takes less than a minute a day to give my word to those of you that helped me save my life. I owe you that.Quote from: D2maineAs always great stuff, thanks for everything you do, proud to quit with you today.Quote from: AppleJackwell said WP!Quote from: wastepanelBravoQuoteStaying quit is something I'll have to work at the rest of my life.QuoteSo, here are my Post-HOF promises: 1) I will continue to post roll because it fucking works, 2) I will always try to post when I have something useful/important to share with you awesome folks, 3) I will always strive to help others with their quits, and lastlyÂ…QuoteBut I am going to continue to post because it helps me.QuoteLook at those that are here that are past their 100 day mark. Do you think they magically forgot they were addicted to tobacco? Do you think they could pick up a can of Skoal/Copenhagen/etc. and use it at their leisure? Nope. And neither can I. And neither can you.I've been busy lately and feel like I'm going to bust. I'm stretching myself too thin for everybody, and really just need to concentrate on one thing right now. However, I needed to do some reading today. I spent the afternoon looking at old posts from my friends here. There's a lot of bad ass knowledge tossed around here, and these quotes above me are perfect examples of that.
Or are they?
I can't take credit for the first 3, but I can the last. It came from my Hall of Fame speech in 2006. If any of you know anything about me, you know that I caved in 2009. I came back here with my tail between my legs in 2011 and not remembering a damn thing I learned the first time around. Truthfully, I completely believed that I couldn't be happy without that fucking poisonous weed. But look at me now...day 1335. I'm not taking chances. Happy to be quit.
Those other 3 quotes are from returning members as well, and none of them are currently posting with us even now. It's not even like failure is unfamiliar here. These aren't the only 3 "badasses" that forgot everything they learned and failed. Look around because the sanctimonious tone of this place is unbearable to me right now.
There was a time (when I was around 200-300 days) when I posted daily to the May 2011 three ballers. On occasion, Larry Drummer would want to get me all riled up and said he wasn't posting tomorrow. I'd type some shit out and look for his name the next day. He'd quietly post roll and not even acknowledge his previous day's post. If he did, he'd say "I changed my mind". For the longest time, he would get me regularly with that.
Now, as I look around at the boards, I see some very appalling ideas. They're not new, but I do believe that many quitters feel like their shit don't stink. I see the same "I don't need to post here" that I used to see coming from that "difficult" individual (you know...the one that didn't get it) coming from somebody that I thought once did get it. It throws me for a loop.
I'm glad that everybody here is quit, but if you think for one second that you are above failure and forgetting, you're wrong.
If you think you are quit completely and always will be, you're wrong.
If you think that you can walk away from "regular posting" while pretending to spout KTC knowledge, you're wrong.
Look, there are and were times when I needed this board a lot. There are times that I don't. I post roll, and I go about my day. But, there are other jaw swollen days where my kids are screaming and I need to let go on here, that I do. It's not shameful to live your life, but fucking ground yourself. My second attempt at a HOF speech was a little more understanding of the battle I was facing: It was a retelling of the story of Icarus. I can never fly too high again, and I can never go to low.
Now, I purposely put this out in my introduction so that you can read it without being registered. You will because I know failure begins where you are going. Quitting is not a decision. It's a series of actions after making a decision. I choose to be quit, and I choose to pursue being quit.
I'm sorry being quit was such a burden.
I quit one way. And I'm staying quit the same way. Thanks for the reminder.Quote from: LubyIt takes less than a minute a day to give my word to those of you that helped me save my life. I owe you that.Quote from: D2maineAs always great stuff, thanks for everything you do, proud to quit with you today.Quote from: AppleJackwell said WP!Quote from: wastepanelBravoQuoteStaying quit is something I'll have to work at the rest of my life.QuoteSo, here are my Post-HOF promises: 1) I will continue to post roll because it fucking works, 2) I will always try to post when I have something useful/important to share with you awesome folks, 3) I will always strive to help others with their quits, and lastlyÂ…QuoteBut I am going to continue to post because it helps me.QuoteLook at those that are here that are past their 100 day mark. Do you think they magically forgot they were addicted to tobacco? Do you think they could pick up a can of Skoal/Copenhagen/etc. and use it at their leisure? Nope. And neither can I. And neither can you.I've been busy lately and feel like I'm going to bust. I'm stretching myself too thin for everybody, and really just need to concentrate on one thing right now. However, I needed to do some reading today. I spent the afternoon looking at old posts from my friends here. There's a lot of bad ass knowledge tossed around here, and these quotes above me are perfect examples of that.
Or are they?
I can't take credit for the first 3, but I can the last. It came from my Hall of Fame speech in 2006. If any of you know anything about me, you know that I caved in 2009. I came back here with my tail between my legs in 2011 and not remembering a damn thing I learned the first time around. Truthfully, I completely believed that I couldn't be happy without that fucking poisonous weed. But look at me now...day 1335. I'm not taking chances. Happy to be quit.
Those other 3 quotes are from returning members as well, and none of them are currently posting with us even now. It's not even like failure is unfamiliar here. These aren't the only 3 "badasses" that forgot everything they learned and failed. Look around because the sanctimonious tone of this place is unbearable to me right now.
There was a time (when I was around 200-300 days) when I posted daily to the May 2011 three ballers. On occasion, Larry Drummer would want to get me all riled up and said he wasn't posting tomorrow. I'd type some shit out and look for his name the next day. He'd quietly post roll and not even acknowledge his previous day's post. If he did, he'd say "I changed my mind". For the longest time, he would get me regularly with that.
Now, as I look around at the boards, I see some very appalling ideas. They're not new, but I do believe that many quitters feel like their shit don't stink. I see the same "I don't need to post here" that I used to see coming from that "difficult" individual (you know...the one that didn't get it) coming from somebody that I thought once did get it. It throws me for a loop.
I'm glad that everybody here is quit, but if you think for one second that you are above failure and forgetting, you're wrong.
If you think you are quit completely and always will be, you're wrong.
If you think that you can walk away from "regular posting" while pretending to spout KTC knowledge, you're wrong.
Look, there are and were times when I needed this board a lot. There are times that I don't. I post roll, and I go about my day. But, there are other jaw swollen days where my kids are screaming and I need to let go on here, that I do. It's not shameful to live your life, but fucking ground yourself. My second attempt at a HOF speech was a little more understanding of the battle I was facing: It was a retelling of the story of Icarus. I can never fly too high again, and I can never go to low.
Now, I purposely put this out in my introduction so that you can read it without being registered. You will because I know failure begins where you are going. Quitting is not a decision. It's a series of actions after making a decision. I choose to be quit, and I choose to pursue being quit.
I'm sorry being quit was such a burden.
Thank you sir
Remembering my Day 1 with WastePanel.Quote from: worktowinI quit one way. And I'm staying quit the same way. Thanks for the reminder.Quote from: LubyIt takes less than a minute a day to give my word to those of you that helped me save my life. I owe you that.Quote from: D2maineAs always great stuff, thanks for everything you do, proud to quit with you today.Quote from: AppleJackwell said WP!Quote from: wastepanelBravoQuoteStaying quit is something I'll have to work at the rest of my life.QuoteSo, here are my Post-HOF promises: 1) I will continue to post roll because it fucking works, 2) I will always try to post when I have something useful/important to share with you awesome folks, 3) I will always strive to help others with their quits, and lastlyÂ…QuoteBut I am going to continue to post because it helps me.QuoteLook at those that are here that are past their 100 day mark. Do you think they magically forgot they were addicted to tobacco? Do you think they could pick up a can of Skoal/Copenhagen/etc. and use it at their leisure? Nope. And neither can I. And neither can you.I've been busy lately and feel like I'm going to bust. I'm stretching myself too thin for everybody, and really just need to concentrate on one thing right now. However, I needed to do some reading today. I spent the afternoon looking at old posts from my friends here. There's a lot of bad ass knowledge tossed around here, and these quotes above me are perfect examples of that.
Or are they?
I can't take credit for the first 3, but I can the last. It came from my Hall of Fame speech in 2006. If any of you know anything about me, you know that I caved in 2009. I came back here with my tail between my legs in 2011 and not remembering a damn thing I learned the first time around. Truthfully, I completely believed that I couldn't be happy without that fucking poisonous weed. But look at me now...day 1335. I'm not taking chances. Happy to be quit.
Those other 3 quotes are from returning members as well, and none of them are currently posting with us even now. It's not even like failure is unfamiliar here. These aren't the only 3 "badasses" that forgot everything they learned and failed. Look around because the sanctimonious tone of this place is unbearable to me right now.
There was a time (when I was around 200-300 days) when I posted daily to the May 2011 three ballers. On occasion, Larry Drummer would want to get me all riled up and said he wasn't posting tomorrow. I'd type some shit out and look for his name the next day. He'd quietly post roll and not even acknowledge his previous day's post. If he did, he'd say "I changed my mind". For the longest time, he would get me regularly with that.
Now, as I look around at the boards, I see some very appalling ideas. They're not new, but I do believe that many quitters feel like their shit don't stink. I see the same "I don't need to post here" that I used to see coming from that "difficult" individual (you know...the one that didn't get it) coming from somebody that I thought once did get it. It throws me for a loop.
I'm glad that everybody here is quit, but if you think for one second that you are above failure and forgetting, you're wrong.
If you think you are quit completely and always will be, you're wrong.
If you think that you can walk away from "regular posting" while pretending to spout KTC knowledge, you're wrong.
Look, there are and were times when I needed this board a lot. There are times that I don't. I post roll, and I go about my day. But, there are other jaw swollen days where my kids are screaming and I need to let go on here, that I do. It's not shameful to live your life, but fucking ground yourself. My second attempt at a HOF speech was a little more understanding of the battle I was facing: It was a retelling of the story of Icarus. I can never fly too high again, and I can never go to low.
Now, I purposely put this out in my introduction so that you can read it without being registered. You will because I know failure begins where you are going. Quitting is not a decision. It's a series of actions after making a decision. I choose to be quit, and I choose to pursue being quit.
I'm sorry being quit was such a burden.
Thank you sir
If I offered you $100,000 to jump out of an airplane without a parachute, would you do it? I bet you said no! But, what if I told you that the plane was on the ground? Moral of the story: Know all the facts before you open your mouth.Love seeing these new quitters learn to become seasoned quitters. Quitting isn't a difficult mindset once you grasp it. Sometimes it is not easy, but it is always possible. There are no excuses to using again, and once we embrace that idea...Quit just got real. Ask questions. Know you don't have all the answers.
Damn good stuff WP, was just discussing this same concept with my text group yesterday. Day 2, day 20, day 2000. Never cured, only healing. And so it goes with addiction. Thanks for all you do buddy. Keep killing it. And keep posting little keep this little quit proverbs for us every now and then.QuoteIf I offered you $100,000 to jump out of an airplane without a parachute, would you do it? I bet you said no! But, what if I told you that the plane was on the ground? Moral of the story: Know all the facts before you open your mouth.Love seeing these new quitters learn to become seasoned quitters. Quitting isn't a difficult mindset once you grasp it. Sometimes it is not easy, but it is always possible. There are no excuses to using again, and once we embrace that idea...Quit just got real. Ask questions. Know you don't have all the answers.
It's amazing to me how many times new quitters come here thinking that being quit is just a decision. If it were that easy, then this board wouldn't be necessary. No. We have to own our actions and we have to pursue being quit. We have to wake up each morning and say: I am QUIT. Sometimes, we have to add a "damnit" to that just to give it a proper flavor, but the statement is same nonetheless. We have to know what we'll do in every situation presented to us. Our first line of defense is ourselves. We promise ourselves that we will stay quit and that we will use the tools we learned here to achieve that. We put our faith in the brotherhood and community to back us up if we start to slip.
We're 23,000 members strong now. We're the most active, dedicated board devoted to quitting this evil weed on the internet. We grow stronger every day.
There are no excuses to use again.
There are no excuses to not use the tools provided here.
This place works because we're quit first and everything else second. I could care less how I'm perceived; I am not a persona. I'm a quitter damnit. That's what gets me on occasion: All too often, I see newer quitters more worried about how they are perceived. My advice is simple: Be you. YOU carry this quit around and you're not always on this board. Fit quit into your life and the rest will take care of itself. I'm not here to fuck around. I'm here to quit. I'm not going to be serious all the time (just like I shouldn't be angry or cracking jokes all the time), but I will never let anything come before my quit or helping another person here.
Recently, I saw a double comma quitter talking about a funk he was going through. It kind of threw me for a loop: 2000 days is phenomenal work. But, the message it brought home to me was that I will never be cured. It's a message that most new quitters don't realize, and many vet members forget. It sounds scarier than it is, however, as I have had waaaaaaaaay more good days then bad in this quit. Am I cured on my good days? Nope. Do I have all the answers in this quit? Nope. I can feel strong in those good days, but I can't ever be too strong to think I'm cured again. I've been there, and it leads back to the can.
The moral of the story is that (as a new quitter) know that you will never be cured. However, the good so outweighs the bad that the threat becomes minimal with time and attitude.
4 years of Badassadry WP congrats, thanks for always being there for everyone keep up the strong work enjoy your day!Congratulations on 4 years, that's badass! Go out enjoy a steak on me! Checks in the mail.
So ever since the PA get together last month, it's bugged me that I've gained a lot of weight back. I started my quit journey the size I am now. In between, I've lost and then gained 50 pounds. Sigh. As my health is starting to become funny now apparently, I decided to just bite the bullet and get back into shape.Great post waste panel as always. You are a rock of quit. Thank you for being here and congrats on 1500. I too thought I could not be both quit and happy. Fellows like you showed me that I was wrong
Now, I'm not generally an unhealthy guy. I don't eat too badly. I drink more than I should. My biggest issue is how much I eat. On days when I'm starving....wow. On days when I've been watchful, the kids leave wasted food on their plates or some stupid reason like that. I've been watching what I've eaten now for the last week and already dropped 3 pounds from that simple task.
I've also started walking again. When I'm strong enough, I'll run. I'm not there yet (but my muscle memory is). I did countless 5ks, a couple half marathons, and full marathon since quitting in 2011. I should be running in 2 weeks under my schedule. The dog is enjoying this new active me and chases me down in the morning when I'm making my way out the door.
Today, the walk felt good. I was in the zone and ran a quarter mile at the end because it felt so good. It's not much...but it's a start again. Jack, however, was not having as much fun. He kept stopping to pee, poo, or just see what pee or pooed at each mailbox. It was kind of frustrating as every time I pushed the pace, he pulled it right down. Jack is a 10 year old beagle, and his legs and back just aren't what they once were.
Of course I'm using some feature on my phone that coaches me up to my desired speeds. Every time he stopped us, that bitch told me to speed up. Every time she said "Good pace", I found the leash trailing behind my left hand again.
It was when I was pulling my dog by his leash and was being pushed by a computer voice in my ears that I started thinking about my quit. I'm 2 days from 1500 days: a comma and a half (I could stack the the period on top of the comma and call it a semicolon I suppose). This has been one hell of a journey and it thrills me to be centered. My life is no longer dictated by a stupid weed. It's just my life....and quit is part of that. I'm no longer living life and quitting. The two are one in the same.
There is an ebb and flow to this board. It's louder sometimes than others. It can be a mean, cold place sometimes...or at least seems that way. Yeah...we always get into tons of conversations about "tone" but, honestly, there is a perception that can make a simple statement hostile. For example, I hate that bitch on my running app but she has no emotion. She's not saying mean things to put me down. She is part of a program designed to make move better and faster. But, when the sweat is flowing and emotions are high, she's a fucking bitch.
At the same time, I need to be mindful of the dog I'm pulling along. His natural instinct is to sniff everything and investigate these smells. As he's spent 10 years jumping straight up, he's pumped to walk but his body just can't take the abuse it once did. He still is walking happily along however and giving it all he's got. I need to watch my words with him. And it's not for his sake....it's for mine. I'm not from the Michael Vick dog training school.
The great thing about this board is there isn't one person here who is above being pulled forward every day by its power. In return, make sure our brothers stay up with us. Quitting isn't natural at first, but it does become so. Yes, I'm living the quit life BUT I CAN NEVER STOP LIVING THAT LIFE. I came back here 1498 days ago thinking I couldn't be quit and happy. I was wrong, and I will never forget that again.
I promise.
^^ryan speaks the truth.Quote from: wastepanelSo ever since the PA get together last month, it's bugged me that I've gained a lot of weight back. I started my quit journey the size I am now. In between, I've lost and then gained 50 pounds. Sigh. As my health is starting to become funny now apparently, I decided to just bite the bullet and get back into shape.Great post waste panel as always. You are a rock of quit. Thank you for being here and congrats on 1500. I too thought I could not be both quit and happy. Fellows like you showed me that I was wrong
Now, I'm not generally an unhealthy guy. I don't eat too badly. I drink more than I should. My biggest issue is how much I eat. On days when I'm starving....wow. On days when I've been watchful, the kids leave wasted food on their plates or some stupid reason like that. I've been watching what I've eaten now for the last week and already dropped 3 pounds from that simple task.
I've also started walking again. When I'm strong enough, I'll run. I'm not there yet (but my muscle memory is). I did countless 5ks, a couple half marathons, and full marathon since quitting in 2011. I should be running in 2 weeks under my schedule. The dog is enjoying this new active me and chases me down in the morning when I'm making my way out the door.
Today, the walk felt good. I was in the zone and ran a quarter mile at the end because it felt so good. It's not much...but it's a start again. Jack, however, was not having as much fun. He kept stopping to pee, poo, or just see what pee or pooed at each mailbox. It was kind of frustrating as every time I pushed the pace, he pulled it right down. Jack is a 10 year old beagle, and his legs and back just aren't what they once were.
Of course I'm using some feature on my phone that coaches me up to my desired speeds. Every time he stopped us, that bitch told me to speed up. Every time she said "Good pace", I found the leash trailing behind my left hand again.
It was when I was pulling my dog by his leash and was being pushed by a computer voice in my ears that I started thinking about my quit. I'm 2 days from 1500 days: a comma and a half (I could stack the the period on top of the comma and call it a semicolon I suppose). This has been one hell of a journey and it thrills me to be centered. My life is no longer dictated by a stupid weed. It's just my life....and quit is part of that. I'm no longer living life and quitting. The two are one in the same.
There is an ebb and flow to this board. It's louder sometimes than others. It can be a mean, cold place sometimes...or at least seems that way. Yeah...we always get into tons of conversations about "tone" but, honestly, there is a perception that can make a simple statement hostile. For example, I hate that bitch on my running app but she has no emotion. She's not saying mean things to put me down. She is part of a program designed to make move better and faster. But, when the sweat is flowing and emotions are high, she's a fucking bitch.
At the same time, I need to be mindful of the dog I'm pulling along. His natural instinct is to sniff everything and investigate these smells. As he's spent 10 years jumping straight up, he's pumped to walk but his body just can't take the abuse it once did. He still is walking happily along however and giving it all he's got. I need to watch my words with him. And it's not for his sake....it's for mine. I'm not from the Michael Vick dog training school.
The great thing about this board is there isn't one person here who is above being pulled forward every day by its power. In return, make sure our brothers stay up with us. Quitting isn't natural at first, but it does become so. Yes, I'm living the quit life BUT I CAN NEVER STOP LIVING THAT LIFE. I came back here 1498 days ago thinking I couldn't be quit and happy. I was wrong, and I will never forget that again.
I promise.
congrats on your 1500 days!!Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^ryan speaks the truth.Quote from: wastepanelSo ever since the PA get together last month, it's bugged me that I've gained a lot of weight back. I started my quit journey the size I am now. In between, I've lost and then gained 50 pounds. Sigh. As my health is starting to become funny now apparently, I decided to just bite the bullet and get back into shape.Great post waste panel as always. You are a rock of quit. Thank you for being here and congrats on 1500. I too thought I could not be both quit and happy. Fellows like you showed me that I was wrong
Now, I'm not generally an unhealthy guy. I don't eat too badly. I drink more than I should. My biggest issue is how much I eat. On days when I'm starving....wow. On days when I've been watchful, the kids leave wasted food on their plates or some stupid reason like that. I've been watching what I've eaten now for the last week and already dropped 3 pounds from that simple task.
I've also started walking again. When I'm strong enough, I'll run. I'm not there yet (but my muscle memory is). I did countless 5ks, a couple half marathons, and full marathon since quitting in 2011. I should be running in 2 weeks under my schedule. The dog is enjoying this new active me and chases me down in the morning when I'm making my way out the door.
Today, the walk felt good. I was in the zone and ran a quarter mile at the end because it felt so good. It's not much...but it's a start again. Jack, however, was not having as much fun. He kept stopping to pee, poo, or just see what pee or pooed at each mailbox. It was kind of frustrating as every time I pushed the pace, he pulled it right down. Jack is a 10 year old beagle, and his legs and back just aren't what they once were.
Of course I'm using some feature on my phone that coaches me up to my desired speeds. Every time he stopped us, that bitch told me to speed up. Every time she said "Good pace", I found the leash trailing behind my left hand again.
It was when I was pulling my dog by his leash and was being pushed by a computer voice in my ears that I started thinking about my quit. I'm 2 days from 1500 days: a comma and a half (I could stack the the period on top of the comma and call it a semicolon I suppose). This has been one hell of a journey and it thrills me to be centered. My life is no longer dictated by a stupid weed. It's just my life....and quit is part of that. I'm no longer living life and quitting. The two are one in the same.
There is an ebb and flow to this board. It's louder sometimes than others. It can be a mean, cold place sometimes...or at least seems that way. Yeah...we always get into tons of conversations about "tone" but, honestly, there is a perception that can make a simple statement hostile. For example, I hate that bitch on my running app but she has no emotion. She's not saying mean things to put me down. She is part of a program designed to make move better and faster. But, when the sweat is flowing and emotions are high, she's a fucking bitch.
At the same time, I need to be mindful of the dog I'm pulling along. His natural instinct is to sniff everything and investigate these smells. As he's spent 10 years jumping straight up, he's pumped to walk but his body just can't take the abuse it once did. He still is walking happily along however and giving it all he's got. I need to watch my words with him. And it's not for his sake....it's for mine. I'm not from the Michael Vick dog training school.
The great thing about this board is there isn't one person here who is above being pulled forward every day by its power. In return, make sure our brothers stay up with us. Quitting isn't natural at first, but it does become so. Yes, I'm living the quit life BUT I CAN NEVER STOP LIVING THAT LIFE. I came back here 1498 days ago thinking I couldn't be quit and happy. I was wrong, and I will never forget that again.
I promise.
Guys like you are the reason guys like Ryan and me made it to where we are. You paid it forward. Your 1,500 made a lot of other milestones possible. Congratulations and thank you.
Congrats on 1,500 days quit, that is no small feat and with the weight fluctuation thing...well at least there is more of you for all of us to love right now. Thank you for being a pillar of quit around here.Quote from: worktowincongrats on your 1500 days!!Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^ryan speaks the truth.Quote from: wastepanelSo ever since the PA get together last month, it's bugged me that I've gained a lot of weight back. I started my quit journey the size I am now. In between, I've lost and then gained 50 pounds. Sigh. As my health is starting to become funny now apparently, I decided to just bite the bullet and get back into shape.Great post waste panel as always. You are a rock of quit. Thank you for being here and congrats on 1500. I too thought I could not be both quit and happy. Fellows like you showed me that I was wrong
Now, I'm not generally an unhealthy guy. I don't eat too badly. I drink more than I should. My biggest issue is how much I eat. On days when I'm starving....wow. On days when I've been watchful, the kids leave wasted food on their plates or some stupid reason like that. I've been watching what I've eaten now for the last week and already dropped 3 pounds from that simple task.
I've also started walking again. When I'm strong enough, I'll run. I'm not there yet (but my muscle memory is). I did countless 5ks, a couple half marathons, and full marathon since quitting in 2011. I should be running in 2 weeks under my schedule. The dog is enjoying this new active me and chases me down in the morning when I'm making my way out the door.
Today, the walk felt good. I was in the zone and ran a quarter mile at the end because it felt so good. It's not much...but it's a start again. Jack, however, was not having as much fun. He kept stopping to pee, poo, or just see what pee or pooed at each mailbox. It was kind of frustrating as every time I pushed the pace, he pulled it right down. Jack is a 10 year old beagle, and his legs and back just aren't what they once were.
Of course I'm using some feature on my phone that coaches me up to my desired speeds. Every time he stopped us, that bitch told me to speed up. Every time she said "Good pace", I found the leash trailing behind my left hand again.
It was when I was pulling my dog by his leash and was being pushed by a computer voice in my ears that I started thinking about my quit. I'm 2 days from 1500 days: a comma and a half (I could stack the the period on top of the comma and call it a semicolon I suppose). This has been one hell of a journey and it thrills me to be centered. My life is no longer dictated by a stupid weed. It's just my life....and quit is part of that. I'm no longer living life and quitting. The two are one in the same.
There is an ebb and flow to this board. It's louder sometimes than others. It can be a mean, cold place sometimes...or at least seems that way. Yeah...we always get into tons of conversations about "tone" but, honestly, there is a perception that can make a simple statement hostile. For example, I hate that bitch on my running app but she has no emotion. She's not saying mean things to put me down. She is part of a program designed to make move better and faster. But, when the sweat is flowing and emotions are high, she's a fucking bitch.
At the same time, I need to be mindful of the dog I'm pulling along. His natural instinct is to sniff everything and investigate these smells. As he's spent 10 years jumping straight up, he's pumped to walk but his body just can't take the abuse it once did. He still is walking happily along however and giving it all he's got. I need to watch my words with him. And it's not for his sake....it's for mine. I'm not from the Michael Vick dog training school.
The great thing about this board is there isn't one person here who is above being pulled forward every day by its power. In return, make sure our brothers stay up with us. Quitting isn't natural at first, but it does become so. Yes, I'm living the quit life BUT I CAN NEVER STOP LIVING THAT LIFE. I came back here 1498 days ago thinking I couldn't be quit and happy. I was wrong, and I will never forget that again.
I promise.
Guys like you are the reason guys like Ryan and me made it to where we are. You paid it forward. Your 1,500 made a lot of other milestones possible. Congratulations and thank you.
Congratulations wp on 1500 or ; Always a pleasure to read your post. Continue on the road of freedom and remember if nobody else loves you sounds like the olé dog does! Quit on!Quote from: ChickDipCongrats on 1,500 days quit, that is no small feat and with the weight fluctuation thing...well at least there is more of you for all of us to love right now. Thank you for being a pillar of quit around here.Quote from: worktowincongrats on your 1500 days!!Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^ryan speaks the truth.Quote from: wastepanelSo ever since the PA get together last month, it's bugged me that I've gained a lot of weight back. I started my quit journey the size I am now. In between, I've lost and then gained 50 pounds. Sigh. As my health is starting to become funny now apparently, I decided to just bite the bullet and get back into shape.Great post waste panel as always. You are a rock of quit. Thank you for being here and congrats on 1500. I too thought I could not be both quit and happy. Fellows like you showed me that I was wrong
Now, I'm not generally an unhealthy guy. I don't eat too badly. I drink more than I should. My biggest issue is how much I eat. On days when I'm starving....wow. On days when I've been watchful, the kids leave wasted food on their plates or some stupid reason like that. I've been watching what I've eaten now for the last week and already dropped 3 pounds from that simple task.
I've also started walking again. When I'm strong enough, I'll run. I'm not there yet (but my muscle memory is). I did countless 5ks, a couple half marathons, and full marathon since quitting in 2011. I should be running in 2 weeks under my schedule. The dog is enjoying this new active me and chases me down in the morning when I'm making my way out the door.
Today, the walk felt good. I was in the zone and ran a quarter mile at the end because it felt so good. It's not much...but it's a start again. Jack, however, was not having as much fun. He kept stopping to pee, poo, or just see what pee or pooed at each mailbox. It was kind of frustrating as every time I pushed the pace, he pulled it right down. Jack is a 10 year old beagle, and his legs and back just aren't what they once were.
Of course I'm using some feature on my phone that coaches me up to my desired speeds. Every time he stopped us, that bitch told me to speed up. Every time she said "Good pace", I found the leash trailing behind my left hand again.
It was when I was pulling my dog by his leash and was being pushed by a computer voice in my ears that I started thinking about my quit. I'm 2 days from 1500 days: a comma and a half (I could stack the the period on top of the comma and call it a semicolon I suppose). This has been one hell of a journey and it thrills me to be centered. My life is no longer dictated by a stupid weed. It's just my life....and quit is part of that. I'm no longer living life and quitting. The two are one in the same.
There is an ebb and flow to this board. It's louder sometimes than others. It can be a mean, cold place sometimes...or at least seems that way. Yeah...we always get into tons of conversations about "tone" but, honestly, there is a perception that can make a simple statement hostile. For example, I hate that bitch on my running app but she has no emotion. She's not saying mean things to put me down. She is part of a program designed to make move better and faster. But, when the sweat is flowing and emotions are high, she's a fucking bitch.
At the same time, I need to be mindful of the dog I'm pulling along. His natural instinct is to sniff everything and investigate these smells. As he's spent 10 years jumping straight up, he's pumped to walk but his body just can't take the abuse it once did. He still is walking happily along however and giving it all he's got. I need to watch my words with him. And it's not for his sake....it's for mine. I'm not from the Michael Vick dog training school.
The great thing about this board is there isn't one person here who is above being pulled forward every day by its power. In return, make sure our brothers stay up with us. Quitting isn't natural at first, but it does become so. Yes, I'm living the quit life BUT I CAN NEVER STOP LIVING THAT LIFE. I came back here 1498 days ago thinking I couldn't be quit and happy. I was wrong, and I will never forget that again.
I promise.
Guys like you are the reason guys like Ryan and me made it to where we are. You paid it forward. Your 1,500 made a lot of other milestones possible. Congratulations and thank you.
1500! solid work wasteQuote from: PinchedCongratulations wp on 1500 or ; Always a pleasure to read your post. Continue on the road of freedom and remember if nobody else loves you sounds like the olé dog does! Quit on!Quote from: ChickDipCongrats on 1,500 days quit, that is no small feat and with the weight fluctuation thing...well at least there is more of you for all of us to love right now. Thank you for being a pillar of quit around here.Quote from: worktowincongrats on your 1500 days!!Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^ryan speaks the truth.Quote from: wastepanelSo ever since the PA get together last month, it's bugged me that I've gained a lot of weight back. I started my quit journey the size I am now. In between, I've lost and then gained 50 pounds. Sigh. As my health is starting to become funny now apparently, I decided to just bite the bullet and get back into shape.Great post waste panel as always. You are a rock of quit. Thank you for being here and congrats on 1500. I too thought I could not be both quit and happy. Fellows like you showed me that I was wrong
Now, I'm not generally an unhealthy guy. I don't eat too badly. I drink more than I should. My biggest issue is how much I eat. On days when I'm starving....wow. On days when I've been watchful, the kids leave wasted food on their plates or some stupid reason like that. I've been watching what I've eaten now for the last week and already dropped 3 pounds from that simple task.
I've also started walking again. When I'm strong enough, I'll run. I'm not there yet (but my muscle memory is). I did countless 5ks, a couple half marathons, and full marathon since quitting in 2011. I should be running in 2 weeks under my schedule. The dog is enjoying this new active me and chases me down in the morning when I'm making my way out the door.
Today, the walk felt good. I was in the zone and ran a quarter mile at the end because it felt so good. It's not much...but it's a start again. Jack, however, was not having as much fun. He kept stopping to pee, poo, or just see what pee or pooed at each mailbox. It was kind of frustrating as every time I pushed the pace, he pulled it right down. Jack is a 10 year old beagle, and his legs and back just aren't what they once were.
Of course I'm using some feature on my phone that coaches me up to my desired speeds. Every time he stopped us, that bitch told me to speed up. Every time she said "Good pace", I found the leash trailing behind my left hand again.
It was when I was pulling my dog by his leash and was being pushed by a computer voice in my ears that I started thinking about my quit. I'm 2 days from 1500 days: a comma and a half (I could stack the the period on top of the comma and call it a semicolon I suppose). This has been one hell of a journey and it thrills me to be centered. My life is no longer dictated by a stupid weed. It's just my life....and quit is part of that. I'm no longer living life and quitting. The two are one in the same.
There is an ebb and flow to this board. It's louder sometimes than others. It can be a mean, cold place sometimes...or at least seems that way. Yeah...we always get into tons of conversations about "tone" but, honestly, there is a perception that can make a simple statement hostile. For example, I hate that bitch on my running app but she has no emotion. She's not saying mean things to put me down. She is part of a program designed to make move better and faster. But, when the sweat is flowing and emotions are high, she's a fucking bitch.
At the same time, I need to be mindful of the dog I'm pulling along. His natural instinct is to sniff everything and investigate these smells. As he's spent 10 years jumping straight up, he's pumped to walk but his body just can't take the abuse it once did. He still is walking happily along however and giving it all he's got. I need to watch my words with him. And it's not for his sake....it's for mine. I'm not from the Michael Vick dog training school.
The great thing about this board is there isn't one person here who is above being pulled forward every day by its power. In return, make sure our brothers stay up with us. Quitting isn't natural at first, but it does become so. Yes, I'm living the quit life BUT I CAN NEVER STOP LIVING THAT LIFE. I came back here 1498 days ago thinking I couldn't be quit and happy. I was wrong, and I will never forget that again.
I promise.
Guys like you are the reason guys like Ryan and me made it to where we are. You paid it forward. Your 1,500 made a lot of other milestones possible. Congratulations and thank you.
Congrats on 1,500 WP. Thank you for all the quit wisdom in here and the help you dish to the newbies. QLF with you today.Quote from: pab19641500! solid work wasteQuote from: PinchedCongratulations wp on 1500 or ; Always a pleasure to read your post. Continue on the road of freedom and remember if nobody else loves you sounds like the olé dog does! Quit on!Quote from: ChickDipCongrats on 1,500 days quit, that is no small feat and with the weight fluctuation thing...well at least there is more of you for all of us to love right now. Thank you for being a pillar of quit around here.Quote from: worktowincongrats on your 1500 days!!Quote from: Its_Got2Happen^^ryan speaks the truth.Quote from: wastepanelSo ever since the PA get together last month, it's bugged me that I've gained a lot of weight back. I started my quit journey the size I am now. In between, I've lost and then gained 50 pounds. Sigh. As my health is starting to become funny now apparently, I decided to just bite the bullet and get back into shape.Great post waste panel as always. You are a rock of quit. Thank you for being here and congrats on 1500. I too thought I could not be both quit and happy. Fellows like you showed me that I was wrong
Now, I'm not generally an unhealthy guy. I don't eat too badly. I drink more than I should. My biggest issue is how much I eat. On days when I'm starving....wow. On days when I've been watchful, the kids leave wasted food on their plates or some stupid reason like that. I've been watching what I've eaten now for the last week and already dropped 3 pounds from that simple task.
I've also started walking again. When I'm strong enough, I'll run. I'm not there yet (but my muscle memory is). I did countless 5ks, a couple half marathons, and full marathon since quitting in 2011. I should be running in 2 weeks under my schedule. The dog is enjoying this new active me and chases me down in the morning when I'm making my way out the door.
Today, the walk felt good. I was in the zone and ran a quarter mile at the end because it felt so good. It's not much...but it's a start again. Jack, however, was not having as much fun. He kept stopping to pee, poo, or just see what pee or pooed at each mailbox. It was kind of frustrating as every time I pushed the pace, he pulled it right down. Jack is a 10 year old beagle, and his legs and back just aren't what they once were.
Of course I'm using some feature on my phone that coaches me up to my desired speeds. Every time he stopped us, that bitch told me to speed up. Every time she said "Good pace", I found the leash trailing behind my left hand again.
It was when I was pulling my dog by his leash and was being pushed by a computer voice in my ears that I started thinking about my quit. I'm 2 days from 1500 days: a comma and a half (I could stack the the period on top of the comma and call it a semicolon I suppose). This has been one hell of a journey and it thrills me to be centered. My life is no longer dictated by a stupid weed. It's just my life....and quit is part of that. I'm no longer living life and quitting. The two are one in the same.
There is an ebb and flow to this board. It's louder sometimes than others. It can be a mean, cold place sometimes...or at least seems that way. Yeah...we always get into tons of conversations about "tone" but, honestly, there is a perception that can make a simple statement hostile. For example, I hate that bitch on my running app but she has no emotion. She's not saying mean things to put me down. She is part of a program designed to make move better and faster. But, when the sweat is flowing and emotions are high, she's a fucking bitch.
At the same time, I need to be mindful of the dog I'm pulling along. His natural instinct is to sniff everything and investigate these smells. As he's spent 10 years jumping straight up, he's pumped to walk but his body just can't take the abuse it once did. He still is walking happily along however and giving it all he's got. I need to watch my words with him. And it's not for his sake....it's for mine. I'm not from the Michael Vick dog training school.
The great thing about this board is there isn't one person here who is above being pulled forward every day by its power. In return, make sure our brothers stay up with us. Quitting isn't natural at first, but it does become so. Yes, I'm living the quit life BUT I CAN NEVER STOP LIVING THAT LIFE. I came back here 1498 days ago thinking I couldn't be quit and happy. I was wrong, and I will never forget that again.
I promise.
Guys like you are the reason guys like Ryan and me made it to where we are. You paid it forward. Your 1,500 made a lot of other milestones possible. Congratulations and thank you.
There are conditions and rules and restrictions in life that you can't possibly know about, without living in them...All too often, we are given an outsiders opinion about quitting. At least I was. "Find something else to do", "That's stuff gross. Think about how gross it is.", and "quit for me" seemed to be the most common phrases uttered to me when I told somebody I had quit. Unfortunately, I wanted to punch all of these helpful people in the face for offering their opinions most of the time.
Another gem from the fountain of quit wisdom.QuoteThere are conditions and rules and restrictions in life that you can't possibly know about, without living in them...All too often, we are given an outsiders opinion about quitting. At least I was. "Find something else to do", "That's stuff gross. Think about how gross it is.", and "quit for me" seemed to be the most common phrases uttered to me when I told somebody I had quit. Unfortunately, I wanted to punch all of these helpful people in the face for offering their opinions most of the time.
The only exception I usually made was for those that had quit and stayed quit. Of course, I got the usual "You just have to understand that you can only do it on certain instances" as another addict tried to delude me into using recreationally. Honestly, I'm glad he got off torturing himself weekly by not buying a can until Friday and finishing it by Sunday. Knowing what I know about cravings, those weekdays must have been awful and it's no surprise this man was known for his short temper at work.
Yesterday, I took a tour of the Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, PA. It's a 300 year old prison turned museum now and it's crumbling from the inside out. During the audio tour, we were inundated with many former prisoners' words and recordings. When it opened, prison terms were much shorter than they are today. However, they were much harder on the prisoners. Instead of acclimating a prisoner to prison life, Eastern State made its prisoners' lives miserable. Glimpses of sunlight and old stone walls surrounded everything. Claustrophobia nearly got me a few times in the small cells that prisoners spent a majority of their day in.
One of the prisoner's quotes ("There are conditions and rules and restrictions in life that you can't possibly know about, without living in them...") really hit home with me. While we complain about the "cruel" conditions that existed in the past, there was a method behind the madness. The rise of gangs throughout the modern prison system has made prison life welcoming almost to some individuals. The society that is created because people are there for so long makes it hard for those people to operate outside of prison. Prisons of yesterday attempted to separate the prisoners. One prisoner recounted that if you hit a guard, you would be beaten into solitary confinement. The prisons were meant for punishment...not for residence.
Now, I'm not equating the KTC to a prison. What I do know is that there are conditions and rules and restrictions in quit that you can't possibly know about, without living it. We plan to be quit so that we are quit. We remember so that we don't forget. We do anything to get out of this horrible situation of the first few days so that we can have a new life. There are moments in our life that can break us or build us. Quit can be one of those if you accept that role. This program works. I'm 1570 for 1570 with it.
Quitting isn't easy, but it never has been billed as easy. That's why the charlatans exist peddling miracle cures. That's why the doctors are always looking for a drug solution. Quitting is rough and it should be. If quitting was simple, I wouldn't appreciate it the way I do today. Anything worth having is worth working for.
If the player lands on an unowned property, he or she may buy it for the price listed on that property's space. If he or she agrees to buy it, he or she pays the Bank the amount shown on the property space and receives the deed for that property. If he or she decides not to buy it, the property is auctioned, and the bidding may start at any price. The highest bidder wins the property and pays the Bank the amount bid and receives the property's title deed. Railroads and utilities are also properties.Most people don't know that. I never played that way until I was older and now I refuse to play because Monopoly is an evil game that only ends at 3 am with board on the floor and me screaming at my grandma for fucking me over. I've literally been thrown out of the house by my wife for offering my soul for her Park Place.
Do you play Monopoly by house rules or by the official rules?I'd fuck you over for Park Place. No contest.
You should read the official rules sometime if you think you do. The official rules stateQuoteIf the player lands on an unowned property, he or she may buy it for the price listed on that property's space. If he or she agrees to buy it, he or she pays the Bank the amount shown on the property space and receives the deed for that property. If he or she decides not to buy it, the property is auctioned, and the bidding may start at any price. The highest bidder wins the property and pays the Bank the amount bid and receives the property's title deed. Railroads and utilities are also properties.Most people don't know that. I never played that way until I was older and now I refuse to play because Monopoly is an evil game that only ends at 3 am with board on the floor and me screaming at my grandma for fucking me over. I've literally been thrown out of the house by my wife for offering my soul for her Park Place.
Many quitters come here to the KTC wanting to play the game of quit. When they're told what the official rules are (posting roll, keeping your word, repeating), most adhere to that basic tenant. It's the house rules of KTC that make us special and make this program effective. We all don't have to quit the same way, but we all need to play by the same rules. That means no nicotine. No excuses are accepted for failure.Don't take hard truths personally and don't make your attacks personal. Lift a brother up when in need. If asked to help, help.
Once you have a basic understanding of how we quit here, you can start positioning yourself to win by using all sorts of strategies. Spreadsheets are not scorecards. They are a list of allies and how reliable they are to your quit. Activity levels increase the awareness of your quit to these allies. Telephone numbers are useful tools, and all players can not be caught without their tools. Before we roll, we look ahead. Most importantly, don't play against the other players. Utilize them. Become a guild and excel together.
Now, do you need to follow the "house rules" to quit nicotine? No. But (statistically) you're working at a disadvantage. You are less likely to quit on your own. You are less likely to quit playing by your "house rules". It's ok to have personal beliefs in this quit, but know that you're not always right. I'm not. But, as a group, we can be right about quit (and that's what holds us all together). Be willing to adapt. Be willing to work with others.
Be willing to quit. Follow through.
Thanks guys 2 great post, now if you can only get most to buy in on it! Quit on my brothers!Quote from: wastepanelDo you play Monopoly by house rules or by the official rules?I'd fuck you over for Park Place. No contest.
You should read the official rules sometime if you think you do. The official rules stateQuoteIf the player lands on an unowned property, he or she may buy it for the price listed on that property's space. If he or she agrees to buy it, he or she pays the Bank the amount shown on the property space and receives the deed for that property. If he or she decides not to buy it, the property is auctioned, and the bidding may start at any price. The highest bidder wins the property and pays the Bank the amount bid and receives the property's title deed. Railroads and utilities are also properties.Most people don't know that. I never played that way until I was older and now I refuse to play because Monopoly is an evil game that only ends at 3 am with board on the floor and me screaming at my grandma for fucking me over. I've literally been thrown out of the house by my wife for offering my soul for her Park Place.
Many quitters come here to the KTC wanting to play the game of quit. When they're told what the official rules are (posting roll, keeping your word, repeating), most adhere to that basic tenant. It's the house rules of KTC that make us special and make this program effective. We all don't have to quit the same way, but we all need to play by the same rules. That means no nicotine. No excuses are accepted for failure.Don't take hard truths personally and don't make your attacks personal. Lift a brother up when in need. If asked to help, help.
Once you have a basic understanding of how we quit here, you can start positioning yourself to win by using all sorts of strategies. Spreadsheets are not scorecards. They are a list of allies and how reliable they are to your quit. Activity levels increase the awareness of your quit to these allies. Telephone numbers are useful tools, and all players can not be caught without their tools. Before we roll, we look ahead. Most importantly, don't play against the other players. Utilize them. Become a guild and excel together.
Now, do you need to follow the "house rules" to quit nicotine? No. But (statistically) you're working at a disadvantage. You are less likely to quit on your own. You are less likely to quit playing by your "house rules". It's ok to have personal beliefs in this quit, but know that you're not always right. I'm not. But, as a group, we can be right about quit (and that's what holds us all together). Be willing to adapt. Be willing to work with others.
Be willing to quit. Follow through.
This is a great post wastepanel. Thanks for sharing.
It is consistently shocking to me how many people...
1. "Hi. I'm a new quitter. I've been lurking here for a long time and this site is a great inspiration. Today is my day 1. Wish me luck!" This is their only post... in the intro section. How could you lurk here for a long time and not know the way this place works?
2. Post to 100, or 110 days and then quit. How many of these fucktards have we seen come back to a future group? THOUSANDS. You don't stop posting at 100. Or 1,000. Ridiculous.
3. "I'm gonna quit when..." Ridiculous.
WP still throwing down consistent knowledge. What is this...? 4 years into my quit and WP's posts still giving me quit wood. Follow this man. Quitting like fuck is real and you are capable. Bonus fact: The Glass House of April 2012 brings the daily quit, among other badass groups. I challenge any of you to quit daily with the Glass House. Just don't go into Auburn's room, he only cleans up once a year and Gmann's been squatting lately. Fuck cancer.Quote from: worktowinThanks guys 2 great post, now if you can only get most to buy in on it! Quit on my brothers!Quote from: wastepanelDo you play Monopoly by house rules or by the official rules?I'd fuck you over for Park Place. No contest.
You should read the official rules sometime if you think you do. The official rules stateQuoteIf the player lands on an unowned property, he or she may buy it for the price listed on that property's space. If he or she agrees to buy it, he or she pays the Bank the amount shown on the property space and receives the deed for that property. If he or she decides not to buy it, the property is auctioned, and the bidding may start at any price. The highest bidder wins the property and pays the Bank the amount bid and receives the property's title deed. Railroads and utilities are also properties.Most people don't know that. I never played that way until I was older and now I refuse to play because Monopoly is an evil game that only ends at 3 am with board on the floor and me screaming at my grandma for fucking me over. I've literally been thrown out of the house by my wife for offering my soul for her Park Place.
Many quitters come here to the KTC wanting to play the game of quit. When they're told what the official rules are (posting roll, keeping your word, repeating), most adhere to that basic tenant. It's the house rules of KTC that make us special and make this program effective. We all don't have to quit the same way, but we all need to play by the same rules. That means no nicotine. No excuses are accepted for failure.Don't take hard truths personally and don't make your attacks personal. Lift a brother up when in need. If asked to help, help.
Once you have a basic understanding of how we quit here, you can start positioning yourself to win by using all sorts of strategies. Spreadsheets are not scorecards. They are a list of allies and how reliable they are to your quit. Activity levels increase the awareness of your quit to these allies. Telephone numbers are useful tools, and all players can not be caught without their tools. Before we roll, we look ahead. Most importantly, don't play against the other players. Utilize them. Become a guild and excel together.
Now, do you need to follow the "house rules" to quit nicotine? No. But (statistically) you're working at a disadvantage. You are less likely to quit on your own. You are less likely to quit playing by your "house rules". It's ok to have personal beliefs in this quit, but know that you're not always right. I'm not. But, as a group, we can be right about quit (and that's what holds us all together). Be willing to adapt. Be willing to work with others.
Be willing to quit. Follow through.
This is a great post wastepanel. Thanks for sharing.
It is consistently shocking to me how many people...
1. "Hi. I'm a new quitter. I've been lurking here for a long time and this site is a great inspiration. Today is my day 1. Wish me luck!" This is their only post... in the intro section. How could you lurk here for a long time and not know the way this place works?
2. Post to 100, or 110 days and then quit. How many of these fucktards have we seen come back to a future group? THOUSANDS. You don't stop posting at 100. Or 1,000. Ridiculous.
3. "I'm gonna quit when..." Ridiculous.
Great read. This stuff keeps me charged up in my own quit. Thank you for consistent leadership- Wastepanel and the rest of you in this circle.Quote from: pab1964WP still throwing down consistent knowledge. What is this...? 4 years into my quit and WP's posts still giving me quit wood. Follow this man. Quitting like fuck is real and you are capable. Bonus fact: The Glass House of April 2012 brings the daily quit, among other badass groups. I challenge any of you to quit daily with the Glass House. Just don't go into Auburn's room, he only cleans up once a year and Gmann's been squatting lately. Fuck cancer.Quote from: worktowinThanks guys 2 great post, now if you can only get most to buy in on it! Quit on my brothers!Quote from: wastepanelDo you play Monopoly by house rules or by the official rules?I'd fuck you over for Park Place. No contest.
You should read the official rules sometime if you think you do. The official rules stateQuoteIf the player lands on an unowned property, he or she may buy it for the price listed on that property's space. If he or she agrees to buy it, he or she pays the Bank the amount shown on the property space and receives the deed for that property. If he or she decides not to buy it, the property is auctioned, and the bidding may start at any price. The highest bidder wins the property and pays the Bank the amount bid and receives the property's title deed. Railroads and utilities are also properties.Most people don't know that. I never played that way until I was older and now I refuse to play because Monopoly is an evil game that only ends at 3 am with board on the floor and me screaming at my grandma for fucking me over. I've literally been thrown out of the house by my wife for offering my soul for her Park Place.
Many quitters come here to the KTC wanting to play the game of quit. When they're told what the official rules are (posting roll, keeping your word, repeating), most adhere to that basic tenant. It's the house rules of KTC that make us special and make this program effective. We all don't have to quit the same way, but we all need to play by the same rules. That means no nicotine. No excuses are accepted for failure.Don't take hard truths personally and don't make your attacks personal. Lift a brother up when in need. If asked to help, help.
Once you have a basic understanding of how we quit here, you can start positioning yourself to win by using all sorts of strategies. Spreadsheets are not scorecards. They are a list of allies and how reliable they are to your quit. Activity levels increase the awareness of your quit to these allies. Telephone numbers are useful tools, and all players can not be caught without their tools. Before we roll, we look ahead. Most importantly, don't play against the other players. Utilize them. Become a guild and excel together.
Now, do you need to follow the "house rules" to quit nicotine? No. But (statistically) you're working at a disadvantage. You are less likely to quit on your own. You are less likely to quit playing by your "house rules". It's ok to have personal beliefs in this quit, but know that you're not always right. I'm not. But, as a group, we can be right about quit (and that's what holds us all together). Be willing to adapt. Be willing to work with others.
Be willing to quit. Follow through.
This is a great post wastepanel. Thanks for sharing.
It is consistently shocking to me how many people...
1. "Hi. I'm a new quitter. I've been lurking here for a long time and this site is a great inspiration. Today is my day 1. Wish me luck!" This is their only post... in the intro section. How could you lurk here for a long time and not know the way this place works?
2. Post to 100, or 110 days and then quit. How many of these fucktards have we seen come back to a future group? THOUSANDS. You don't stop posting at 100. Or 1,000. Ridiculous.
3. "I'm gonna quit when..." Ridiculous.
'BanDog' 'BanDog' 'BanDog'
QLF with these ^^^ BAQs! Keep bringing it WP!Quote from: CoachGreat read. This stuff keeps me charged up in my own quit. Thank you for consistent leadership- Wastepanel and the rest of you in this circle.Quote from: pab1964WP still throwing down consistent knowledge. What is this...? 4 years into my quit and WP's posts still giving me quit wood. Follow this man. Quitting like fuck is real and you are capable. Bonus fact: The Glass House of April 2012 brings the daily quit, among other badass groups. I challenge any of you to quit daily with the Glass House. Just don't go into Auburn's room, he only cleans up once a year and Gmann's been squatting lately. Fuck cancer.Quote from: worktowinThanks guys 2 great post, now if you can only get most to buy in on it! Quit on my brothers!Quote from: wastepanelDo you play Monopoly by house rules or by the official rules?I'd fuck you over for Park Place. No contest.
You should read the official rules sometime if you think you do. The official rules stateQuoteIf the player lands on an unowned property, he or she may buy it for the price listed on that property's space. If he or she agrees to buy it, he or she pays the Bank the amount shown on the property space and receives the deed for that property. If he or she decides not to buy it, the property is auctioned, and the bidding may start at any price. The highest bidder wins the property and pays the Bank the amount bid and receives the property's title deed. Railroads and utilities are also properties.Most people don't know that. I never played that way until I was older and now I refuse to play because Monopoly is an evil game that only ends at 3 am with board on the floor and me screaming at my grandma for fucking me over. I've literally been thrown out of the house by my wife for offering my soul for her Park Place.
Many quitters come here to the KTC wanting to play the game of quit. When they're told what the official rules are (posting roll, keeping your word, repeating), most adhere to that basic tenant. It's the house rules of KTC that make us special and make this program effective. We all don't have to quit the same way, but we all need to play by the same rules. That means no nicotine. No excuses are accepted for failure.Don't take hard truths personally and don't make your attacks personal. Lift a brother up when in need. If asked to help, help.
Once you have a basic understanding of how we quit here, you can start positioning yourself to win by using all sorts of strategies. Spreadsheets are not scorecards. They are a list of allies and how reliable they are to your quit. Activity levels increase the awareness of your quit to these allies. Telephone numbers are useful tools, and all players can not be caught without their tools. Before we roll, we look ahead. Most importantly, don't play against the other players. Utilize them. Become a guild and excel together.
Now, do you need to follow the "house rules" to quit nicotine? No. But (statistically) you're working at a disadvantage. You are less likely to quit on your own. You are less likely to quit playing by your "house rules". It's ok to have personal beliefs in this quit, but know that you're not always right. I'm not. But, as a group, we can be right about quit (and that's what holds us all together). Be willing to adapt. Be willing to work with others.
Be willing to quit. Follow through.
This is a great post wastepanel. Thanks for sharing.
It is consistently shocking to me how many people...
1. "Hi. I'm a new quitter. I've been lurking here for a long time and this site is a great inspiration. Today is my day 1. Wish me luck!" This is their only post... in the intro section. How could you lurk here for a long time and not know the way this place works?
2. Post to 100, or 110 days and then quit. How many of these fucktards have we seen come back to a future group? THOUSANDS. You don't stop posting at 100. Or 1,000. Ridiculous.
3. "I'm gonna quit when..." Ridiculous.
'BanDog' 'BanDog' 'BanDog'
The way is yours for the asking - the way is yours for the taking. The way is as it should be. ~ Karen HackelCongrats s on the 17th floor!
Hell yeah Waste! Well earned 17th floor. Proud to quit with you.
What a view you must have!Quote from: CandoitThe way is yours for the asking - the way is yours for the taking. The way is as it should be. ~ Karen HackelCongrats s on the 17th floor!
Hell yeah Waste! Well earned 17th floor. Proud to quit with you.
It feels good to be quitting my friends.Quote from: ChickDipWhat a view you must have!Quote from: CandoitThe way is yours for the asking - the way is yours for the taking. The way is as it should be. ~ Karen HackelCongrats s on the 17th floor!
Hell yeah Waste! Well earned 17th floor. Proud to quit with you.
Repetition of the same chant, the same incantations, the same affirmations leads to belief, and once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.Why do I have to post roll everyday?
So so true. I see guys in their 1st week post saying, "I thought quitting would be a lot harder than this!" I cringe. I don't say anything cause I don't want to discourage them, but I think "hang on to your A$$! cause there's bad days a com'n."At day 56 and even months done the road in the past , I've found myself thinking "how could I ever be tempted to buy another can. Freedom feels so good." And yet I know hard days are on the way. Hopefully they'll become fewer and further in between as time goes on. And someday cease all together. I don't know, I've yet to see that day.Quote from: ClaudeRepetition of the same chant, the same incantations, the same affirmations leads to belief, and once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.
You see, quitting is easy at times. These are the days that we jump out of bed, post roll, and the thought of using is far off. Hell, it's very easy to cling to roll as a "trick" to keep you quit a few days. Quitting is always easy when you're inspired. It's those other times...
Well said!Quote from: ClaudeRepetition of the same chant, the same incantations, the same affirmations leads to belief, and once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.Why do I have to post roll everyday?
Quitting is not a decision. It's a journey. Early on in my quit, it was hard casting aside the habits and thoughts I held as a user. Part of me wondered if I could be happy without the weed in my life. Doubt has crept into my head on occasion since then, and during these moments wer when I truly appreciated the power of roll.
You see, quitting is easy at times. These are the days that we jump out of bed, post roll, and the thought of using is far off. Hell, it's very easy to cling to roll as a "trick" to keep you quit a few days. Quitting is always easy when you're inspired. It's those other times...
You know...when you've watched a few friends drop from roll, when you're going out with friends and the mood strikes you right, or when your whole life is collapsing around you. It's these times that you appreciate training long hours to be quit. It's these times that prepare you to dance on the stage.
I'm not as vocal as I've been in the past. I don't know if I ever will be. But as I've gone further into my quit, I realize that my posting roll is synonymous exercising my beliefs. It is the repetition of this practice that has led me to this very moment and allowed me to dance on this stage. And, accordingly, I have a deep conviction that it keeps me quit.
New quitters, it's ok to struggle. Ask for help. We're here to help and are more than willing. Badasses don't come here. Badasses are made here.
If you need me, I'll be here.
With you every damn day.Quote from: wastepanelWell said!Quote from: ClaudeRepetition of the same chant, the same incantations, the same affirmations leads to belief, and once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.Why do I have to post roll everyday?
Quitting is not a decision. It's a journey. Early on in my quit, it was hard casting aside the habits and thoughts I held as a user. Part of me wondered if I could be happy without the weed in my life. Doubt has crept into my head on occasion since then, and during these moments wer when I truly appreciated the power of roll.
You see, quitting is easy at times. These are the days that we jump out of bed, post roll, and the thought of using is far off. Hell, it's very easy to cling to roll as a "trick" to keep you quit a few days. Quitting is always easy when you're inspired. It's those other times...
You know...when you've watched a few friends drop from roll, when you're going out with friends and the mood strikes you right, or when your whole life is collapsing around you. It's these times that you appreciate training long hours to be quit. It's these times that prepare you to dance on the stage.
I'm not as vocal as I've been in the past. I don't know if I ever will be. But as I've gone further into my quit, I realize that my posting roll is synonymous exercising my beliefs. It is the repetition of this practice that has led me to this very moment and allowed me to dance on this stage. And, accordingly, I have a deep conviction that it keeps me quit.
New quitters, it's ok to struggle. Ask for help. We're here to help and are more than willing. Badasses don't come here. Badasses are made here.
If you need me, I'll be here.
Very well spoken from one badass quitter! WP you have and will continue to help many, for that I say thank you and I'm damn proud to be quit with you!Quote from: ChickDipWith you every damn day.Quote from: wastepanelWell said!Quote from: ClaudeRepetition of the same chant, the same incantations, the same affirmations leads to belief, and once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.Why do I have to post roll everyday?
Quitting is not a decision. It's a journey. Early on in my quit, it was hard casting aside the habits and thoughts I held as a user. Part of me wondered if I could be happy without the weed in my life. Doubt has crept into my head on occasion since then, and during these moments wer when I truly appreciated the power of roll.
You see, quitting is easy at times. These are the days that we jump out of bed, post roll, and the thought of using is far off. Hell, it's very easy to cling to roll as a "trick" to keep you quit a few days. Quitting is always easy when you're inspired. It's those other times...
You know...when you've watched a few friends drop from roll, when you're going out with friends and the mood strikes you right, or when your whole life is collapsing around you. It's these times that you appreciate training long hours to be quit. It's these times that prepare you to dance on the stage.
I'm not as vocal as I've been in the past. I don't know if I ever will be. But as I've gone further into my quit, I realize that my posting roll is synonymous exercising my beliefs. It is the repetition of this practice that has led me to this very moment and allowed me to dance on this stage. And, accordingly, I have a deep conviction that it keeps me quit.
New quitters, it's ok to struggle. Ask for help. We're here to help and are more than willing. Badasses don't come here. Badasses are made here.
If you need me, I'll be here.
Thanks for the words WP. Scrolled through your timeline and was just what I needed today. SO much more to this than just beating nicotine. The life lessons and coming to grips with self are what the journey continues to reveal to each of us.Quote from: CandoitVery well spoken from one badass quitter! WP you have and will continue to help many, for that I say thank you and I'm damn proud to be quit with you!Quote from: ChickDipWith you every damn day.Quote from: wastepanelWell said!Quote from: ClaudeRepetition of the same chant, the same incantations, the same affirmations leads to belief, and once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.Why do I have to post roll everyday?
Quitting is not a decision. It's a journey. Early on in my quit, it was hard casting aside the habits and thoughts I held as a user. Part of me wondered if I could be happy without the weed in my life. Doubt has crept into my head on occasion since then, and during these moments wer when I truly appreciated the power of roll.
You see, quitting is easy at times. These are the days that we jump out of bed, post roll, and the thought of using is far off. Hell, it's very easy to cling to roll as a "trick" to keep you quit a few days. Quitting is always easy when you're inspired. It's those other times...
You know...when you've watched a few friends drop from roll, when you're going out with friends and the mood strikes you right, or when your whole life is collapsing around you. It's these times that you appreciate training long hours to be quit. It's these times that prepare you to dance on the stage.
I'm not as vocal as I've been in the past. I don't know if I ever will be. But as I've gone further into my quit, I realize that my posting roll is synonymous exercising my beliefs. It is the repetition of this practice that has led me to this very moment and allowed me to dance on this stage. And, accordingly, I have a deep conviction that it keeps me quit.
New quitters, it's ok to struggle. Ask for help. We're here to help and are more than willing. Badasses don't come here. Badasses are made here.
If you need me, I'll be here.
Wastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
Congratulations dude. You are a badass! Keep being a badass.Quote from: Mike1966Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
Congrats and thanks for all you do around here!Quote from: JGlavCongratulations dude. You are a badass! Keep being a badass.Quote from: Mike1966Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
5 years of bad assery! Congratulations!Quote from: soonerincaliCongrats and thanks for all you do around here!Quote from: JGlavCongratulations dude. You are a badass! Keep being a badass.Quote from: Mike1966Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
Always a true word. Thanks bro!Quote from: tjschu5 years of bad assery! Congratulations!Quote from: soonerincaliCongrats and thanks for all you do around here!Quote from: JGlavCongratulations dude. You are a badass! Keep being a badass.Quote from: Mike1966Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
congrats WP! You are truly a inspiration. Thank you!Quote from: worktowinAlways a true word. Thanks bro!Quote from: tjschu5 years of bad assery! Congratulations!Quote from: soonerincaliCongrats and thanks for all you do around here!Quote from: JGlavCongratulations dude. You are a badass! Keep being a badass.Quote from: Mike1966Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
5 year's daaaammmmn badassery! I appreciate the heck out of you! Thanks for helping me get this far!Quote from: AppleJackcongrats WP! You are truly a inspiration. Thank you!Quote from: worktowinAlways a true word. Thanks bro!Quote from: tjschu5 years of bad assery! Congratulations!Quote from: soonerincaliCongrats and thanks for all you do around here!Quote from: JGlavCongratulations dude. You are a badass! Keep being a badass.Quote from: Mike1966Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
Inspirational. You are a natural leader. Quit with h you todayQuote from: walterwhite5 year's daaaammmmn badassery! I appreciate the heck out of you! Thanks for helping me get this far!Quote from: AppleJackcongrats WP! You are truly a inspiration. Thank you!Quote from: worktowinAlways a true word. Thanks bro!Quote from: tjschu5 years of bad assery! Congratulations!Quote from: soonerincaliCongrats and thanks for all you do around here!Quote from: JGlavCongratulations dude. You are a badass! Keep being a badass.Quote from: Mike1966Yep. Appreciate all you do around here. Keep kicking the nic bitch's assQuote from: ChickDipWastepanel, congrats on 5 years!!Ditto! Thanks for the inspiration!
Glad you are one badass guarding the halls here!
Thanks for all you do.
Congrats!
2,000Rock it, Waste. Awesome job.
Comma x 2 is huge!
Thanks, wastepanel, for tending to these halls and supporting us.
Thank you for all that you have done and all that you continue to do. Two commas makes your quit look big, fyiQuote from: ChickDip2,000Rock it, Waste. Awesome job.
Comma x 2 is huge!
Thanks, wastepanel, for tending to these halls and supporting us.
So proud of you, man.
HUGE congrats to one of the true leaders.Quote from: FrazzledThank you for all that you have done and all that you continue to do. Two commas makes your quit look big, fyiQuote from: ChickDip2,000Rock it, Waste. Awesome job.
Comma x 2 is huge!
Thanks, wastepanel, for tending to these halls and supporting us.
So proud of you, man.
Ditto. I have learned a lot from your intro. Congrats on 2000Quote from: CandoitHUGE congrats to one of the true leaders.Quote from: FrazzledThank you for all that you have done and all that you continue to do. Two commas makes your quit look big, fyiQuote from: ChickDip2,000Rock it, Waste. Awesome job.
Comma x 2 is huge!
Thanks, wastepanel, for tending to these halls and supporting us.
So proud of you, man.
Your support has helped many of us.
Big congrats on 2,000. That's bad ass. Way to lead by exampleQuote from: worktowinDitto. I have learned a lot from your intro. Congrats on 2000Quote from: CandoitHUGE congrats to one of the true leaders.Quote from: FrazzledThank you for all that you have done and all that you continue to do. Two commas makes your quit look big, fyiQuote from: ChickDip2,000Rock it, Waste. Awesome job.
Comma x 2 is huge!
Thanks, wastepanel, for tending to these halls and supporting us.
So proud of you, man.
Your support has helped many of us.
Huge....Huge again!Quote from: Mike1966Big congrats on 2,000. That's bad ass. Way to lead by exampleQuote from: worktowinDitto. I have learned a lot from your intro. Congrats on 2000Quote from: CandoitHUGE congrats to one of the true leaders.Quote from: FrazzledThank you for all that you have done and all that you continue to do. Two commas makes your quit look big, fyiQuote from: ChickDip2,000Rock it, Waste. Awesome job.
Comma x 2 is huge!
Thanks, wastepanel, for tending to these halls and supporting us.
So proud of you, man.
Your support has helped many of us.
Most. Excellent!Quote from: JGlavHuge....Huge again!Quote from: Mike1966Big congrats on 2,000. That's bad ass. Way to lead by exampleQuote from: worktowinDitto. I have learned a lot from your intro. Congrats on 2000Quote from: CandoitHUGE congrats to one of the true leaders.Quote from: FrazzledThank you for all that you have done and all that you continue to do. Two commas makes your quit look big, fyiQuote from: ChickDip2,000Rock it, Waste. Awesome job.
Comma x 2 is huge!
Thanks, wastepanel, for tending to these halls and supporting us.
So proud of you, man.
Your support has helped many of us.
Thanks guys.Shit Waste 2000 belated! Thx for all you did early in my quit. You kept me steering the right way. I owe my life!
Words can't express what you've done for me in this quit. When I needed help, you were there. When I needed a foot in the ass, you were there. When I had questions or doubted myself, you were there. Quitting itself is an individual act, but the way we do it here...it's more. I couldn't imagine failing the friends and enemies I've made here.
Love you all.
Let's fucking do this again today.
I'm late too- was out of the country. But -- want say big congrats, keep "steppin" day by day! your story most likely saved me from becoming complacent when i was very close to the comma, as i had some tough temptations/urges around that time- had I not been vigilant and wary having learned from you, would never have thought it was just a threat!Quote from: wastepanelThanks guys.Shit Waste 2000 belated! Thx for all you did early in my quit. You kept me steering the right way. I owe my life!
Words can't express what you've done for me in this quit. When I needed help, you were there. When I needed a foot in the ass, you were there. When I had questions or doubted myself, you were there. Quitting itself is an individual act, but the way we do it here...it's more. I couldn't imagine failing the friends and enemies I've made here.
Love you all.
Let's fucking do this again today.
2,000 consectutive days of quit.Quote from: DipbegoneI'm late too- was out of the country. But -- want say big congrats, keep "steppin" day by day! your story most likely saved me from becoming complacent when i was very close to the comma, as i had some tough temptations/urges around that time- had I not been vigilant and wary having learned from you, would never have thought it was just a threat!Quote from: wastepanelThanks guys.Shit Waste 2000 belated! Thx for all you did early in my quit. You kept me steering the right way. I owe my life!
Words can't express what you've done for me in this quit. When I needed help, you were there. When I needed a foot in the ass, you were there. When I had questions or doubted myself, you were there. Quitting itself is an individual act, but the way we do it here...it's more. I couldn't imagine failing the friends and enemies I've made here.
Love you all.
Let's fucking do this again today.
Thanks for helping me and for all the others you've helped!
Not to speak for the rest of the Basterds, but I'm really comfortable in my quit now. Initially, it was a lot of reminding myself to stay vigilant. Then, as the days stacked up, those reminders became my life. I live my life quit. I plan to be quit. That's my default setting right now. It's pretty awesome. I ain't going to lie.It's been a strange 24 hours.
Life has been much busier lately. I'm working full time. Kids are getting older. Kinda got a punch to the gut this morning as our salesman nephew overdosed on heroin and is braindead. There's a lot of addiction talk and a lot of talk about kids these days. I've got a 12 year old now that has the same attitude I had about life when I was his age: ain't anything that can hurt me. It scares the fucking shit out of me to think about it. It's so strange to think about my parents trying to talk to me about this stuff as a child (and how I knew so much more than them... 'Crazy' ) and now I'm in the same position. I fucking watched every musical icon I ever loved take his own life over the drug...and I feel like my generation moved past it because of that. But what bugs me is that these kids watch their friends die and they still do it! Fuck addiction and fuck those assholes that push the shit. I'm going old.
Failure in the past was mostly accepted and treated as an indication the student didn't understand the concept. Failure was a teaching tool.Failing was my teaching tool and I needed it.
Now failure is seen as a character flaw so parents don't teach kids how to come back from it, they're just taught to avoid it at all costs.
Once in a while I read a post that I think quitters, new and old, should read. This is one of those posts.Quote from: wastepanelNot to speak for the rest of the Basterds, but I'm really comfortable in my quit now. Initially, it was a lot of reminding myself to stay vigilant. Then, as the days stacked up, those reminders became my life. I live my life quit. I plan to be quit. That's my default setting right now. It's pretty awesome. I ain't going to lie.It's been a strange 24 hours.
Life has been much busier lately. I'm working full time. Kids are getting older. Kinda got a punch to the gut this morning as our salesman nephew overdosed on heroin and is braindead. There's a lot of addiction talk and a lot of talk about kids these days. I've got a 12 year old now that has the same attitude I had about life when I was his age: ain't anything that can hurt me. It scares the fucking shit out of me to think about it. It's so strange to think about my parents trying to talk to me about this stuff as a child (and how I knew so much more than them... 'Crazy' ) and now I'm in the same position. I fucking watched every musical icon I ever loved take his own life over the drug...and I feel like my generation moved past it because of that. But what bugs me is that these kids watch their friends die and they still do it! Fuck addiction and fuck those assholes that push the shit. I'm going old.
After posting that quote yesterday, I saw a long time stopper caved. Ugh. Those things hurt. Dude's been pretty active in the past and had a good thing going. No more.
On one hand, I hope he gets his shit together. It's easier said than done and vision is 20/20 from outside his perspective. What makes the KTC great though is that it offers a perspective other than his. It offers this perspective to me and every other person that signs roll and fights this battle each day. Sure, not every quitter is going to quit in the same manner. We have only a few things that can tie us all together: We post roll. We keep our word. We repeat. We ask for help when we need it. We give it when we can.
Any new quitter may think it's insane that somebody's bad decision effects so many people but that's why I love this place. If I fail, I've betrayed you all. I can't make it up. I don't get a participation trophy for what I had accomplished. I have 2 choices: Let my mistake eat me and continue down the wrong path or learn and move on.
Now, yesterday, I had a big punch to the gut. Addiction is a helluva cross to bare. My friend's brother is hurt and sad and angry and I don't fucking blame him. His son chose a temporary high for Five fucking bucks. His body revolted and he's left a wake of trails to all those that loved him. Hell, I didn't even know him and his death had me hugging my boys all night. There are no excuses in use. None.
One of the greatest statements I've ever read this week was:QuoteFailure in the past was mostly accepted and treated as an indication the student didn't understand the concept. Failure was a teaching tool.Failing was my teaching tool and I needed it.
Now failure is seen as a character flaw so parents don't teach kids how to come back from it, they're just taught to avoid it at all costs.
I'm 2082 days quit. I once threw out 1000+ days of stoppage. When I quit, I had to face my demons. In my first stoppage, I stopped posting after day 100. I had never exchanged telephone numbers (let alone email addresses) with anybody in my group. I faded and nobody could find me. I stayed stopped but mostly by accident. Looking back, I'm beyond lucky that I stayed stopped as long as I did. When I failed, it was a decision on a random Sunday. But I had begun failing a long time before that. When I came back, I was quite active. I stayed active and promised myself to let it happen again.
I'm not as active as I once was. I'm still here though and I hope you all will blow me up if you see the complacency in my steps. I'm quite comfortable in my quit though. I've always thought that quitting was a pendulum. It swung from good to bad as my body reacted to the poison withdrawal. In most instances, those all around me experienced the same bullshit of quitting. I realized that those swings were just a fact of quitting. Eventually, that pendulum rests. My mood is not dictated by withdrawals anymore. My mood is me and I have to deal with the bad without nicotine. It is very easy to be a quitter in times of good. It means that you are a quitter when you make it through the times of bad.
I'm making it through life quit and happy. I can't promise tomorrow but I can promise today. However, just because I've decided to be quit doesn't mean I get to rest on that one little decision. "To quit" is one decision. "To be quit" is a series of decisions. Maybe one day, when I'm lying under the ground, I can be considered quit. Until then, I quit with all y'all today.
Don't be sad. Be fucking vigilant. Be quit.
Wow..You always inspire wastepanel.Quote from: wastepanelNot to speak for the rest of the Basterds, but I'm really comfortable in my quit now. Initially, it was a lot of reminding myself to stay vigilant. Then, as the days stacked up, those reminders became my life. I live my life quit. I plan to be quit. That's my default setting right now. It's pretty awesome. I ain't going to lie.It's been a strange 24 hours.
Life has been much busier lately. I'm working full time. Kids are getting older. Kinda got a punch to the gut this morning as our salesman nephew overdosed on heroin and is braindead. There's a lot of addiction talk and a lot of talk about kids these days. I've got a 12 year old now that has the same attitude I had about life when I was his age: ain't anything that can hurt me. It scares the fucking shit out of me to think about it. It's so strange to think about my parents trying to talk to me about this stuff as a child (and how I knew so much more than them... 'Crazy' ) and now I'm in the same position. I fucking watched every musical icon I ever loved take his own life over the drug...and I feel like my generation moved past it because of that. But what bugs me is that these kids watch their friends die and they still do it! Fuck addiction and fuck those assholes that push the shit. I'm going old.
After posting that quote yesterday, I saw a long time stopper caved. Ugh. Those things hurt. Dude's been pretty active in the past and had a good thing going. No more.
On one hand, I hope he gets his shit together. It's easier said than done and vision is 20/20 from outside his perspective. What makes the KTC great though is that it offers a perspective other than his. It offers this perspective to me and every other person that signs roll and fights this battle each day. Sure, not every quitter is going to quit in the same manner. We have only a few things that can tie us all together: We post roll. We keep our word. We repeat. We ask for help when we need it. We give it when we can.
Any new quitter may think it's insane that somebody's bad decision effects so many people but that's why I love this place. If I fail, I've betrayed you all. I can't make it up. I don't get a participation trophy for what I had accomplished. I have 2 choices: Let my mistake eat me and continue down the wrong path or learn and move on.
Now, yesterday, I had a big punch to the gut. Addiction is a helluva cross to bare. My friend's brother is hurt and sad and angry and I don't fucking blame him. His son chose a temporary high for Five fucking bucks. His body revolted and he's left a wake of trails to all those that loved him. Hell, I didn't even know him and his death had me hugging my boys all night. There are no excuses in use. None.
One of the greatest statements I've ever read this week was:QuoteFailure in the past was mostly accepted and treated as an indication the student didn't understand the concept. Failure was a teaching tool.Failing was my teaching tool and I needed it.
Now failure is seen as a character flaw so parents don't teach kids how to come back from it, they're just taught to avoid it at all costs.
I'm 2082 days quit. I once threw out 1000+ days of stoppage. When I quit, I had to face my demons. In my first stoppage, I stopped posting after day 100. I had never exchanged telephone numbers (let alone email addresses) with anybody in my group. I faded and nobody could find me. I stayed stopped but mostly by accident. Looking back, I'm beyond lucky that I stayed stopped as long as I did. When I failed, it was a decision on a random Sunday. But I had begun failing a long time before that. When I came back, I was quite active. I stayed active and promised myself to not let it happen again.
I'm not as active as I once was. I'm still here though and I hope you all will blow me up if you see the complacency in my steps. I'm quite comfortable in my quit though. I've always thought that quitting was a pendulum. It swung from good to bad as my body reacted to the poison withdrawal. In most instances, those all around me experienced the same bullshit of quitting. I realized that those swings were just a fact of quitting. Eventually, that pendulum rests. My mood is not dictated by withdrawals anymore. My mood is me and I have to deal with the bad without nicotine. It is very easy to be a quitter in times of good. It means that you are a quitter when you make it through the times of bad.
I'm making it through life quit and happy. I can't promise tomorrow but I can promise today. However, just because I've decided to be quit doesn't mean I get to rest on that one little decision. "To quit" is one decision. "To be quit" is a series of decisions. Maybe one day, when I'm lying under the ground, I can be considered quit. Until then, I quit with all y'all today.
Don't be sad. Be fucking vigilant. Be quit.
Good stuff here. Thanks waste.Quote from: wastepanelOnce in a while I read a post that I think quitters, new and old, should read. This is one of those posts.Quote from: wastepanelNot to speak for the rest of the Basterds, but I'm really comfortable in my quit now. Initially, it was a lot of reminding myself to stay vigilant. Then, as the days stacked up, those reminders became my life. I live my life quit. I plan to be quit. That's my default setting right now. It's pretty awesome. I ain't going to lie.It's been a strange 24 hours.
Life has been much busier lately. I'm working full time. Kids are getting older. Kinda got a punch to the gut this morning as our salesman nephew overdosed on heroin and is braindead. There's a lot of addiction talk and a lot of talk about kids these days. I've got a 12 year old now that has the same attitude I had about life when I was his age: ain't anything that can hurt me. It scares the fucking shit out of me to think about it. It's so strange to think about my parents trying to talk to me about this stuff as a child (and how I knew so much more than them... 'Crazy' ) and now I'm in the same position. I fucking watched every musical icon I ever loved take his own life over the drug...and I feel like my generation moved past it because of that. But what bugs me is that these kids watch their friends die and they still do it! Fuck addiction and fuck those assholes that push the shit. I'm going old.
After posting that quote yesterday, I saw a long time stopper caved. Ugh. Those things hurt. Dude's been pretty active in the past and had a good thing going. No more.
On one hand, I hope he gets his shit together. It's easier said than done and vision is 20/20 from outside his perspective. What makes the KTC great though is that it offers a perspective other than his. It offers this perspective to me and every other person that signs roll and fights this battle each day. Sure, not every quitter is going to quit in the same manner. We have only a few things that can tie us all together: We post roll. We keep our word. We repeat. We ask for help when we need it. We give it when we can.
Any new quitter may think it's insane that somebody's bad decision effects so many people but that's why I love this place. If I fail, I've betrayed you all. I can't make it up. I don't get a participation trophy for what I had accomplished. I have 2 choices: Let my mistake eat me and continue down the wrong path or learn and move on.
Now, yesterday, I had a big punch to the gut. Addiction is a helluva cross to bare. My friend's brother is hurt and sad and angry and I don't fucking blame him. His son chose a temporary high for Five fucking bucks. His body revolted and he's left a wake of trails to all those that loved him. Hell, I didn't even know him and his death had me hugging my boys all night. There are no excuses in use. None.
One of the greatest statements I've ever read this week was:QuoteFailure in the past was mostly accepted and treated as an indication the student didn't understand the concept. Failure was a teaching tool.Failing was my teaching tool and I needed it.
Now failure is seen as a character flaw so parents don't teach kids how to come back from it, they're just taught to avoid it at all costs.
I'm 2082 days quit. I once threw out 1000+ days of stoppage. When I quit, I had to face my demons. In my first stoppage, I stopped posting after day 100. I had never exchanged telephone numbers (let alone email addresses) with anybody in my group. I faded and nobody could find me. I stayed stopped but mostly by accident. Looking back, I'm beyond lucky that I stayed stopped as long as I did. When I failed, it was a decision on a random Sunday. But I had begun failing a long time before that. When I came back, I was quite active. I stayed active and promised myself to let it happen again.
I'm not as active as I once was. I'm still here though and I hope you all will blow me up if you see the complacency in my steps. I'm quite comfortable in my quit though. I've always thought that quitting was a pendulum. It swung from good to bad as my body reacted to the poison withdrawal. In most instances, those all around me experienced the same bullshit of quitting. I realized that those swings were just a fact of quitting. Eventually, that pendulum rests. My mood is not dictated by withdrawals anymore. My mood is me and I have to deal with the bad without nicotine. It is very easy to be a quitter in times of good. It means that you are a quitter when you make it through the times of bad.
I'm making it through life quit and happy. I can't promise tomorrow but I can promise today. However, just because I've decided to be quit doesn't mean I get to rest on that one little decision. "To quit" is one decision. "To be quit" is a series of decisions. Maybe one day, when I'm lying under the ground, I can be considered quit. Until then, I quit with all y'all today.
Don't be sad. Be fucking vigilant. Be quit.
Thank you for this read. Proud to be quit with you today and every other day.
I remember when you returned here.Quote from: JubsGood stuff here. Thanks waste.Quote from: wastepanelOnce in a while I read a post that I think quitters, new and old, should read. This is one of those posts.Quote from: wastepanelNot to speak for the rest of the Basterds, but I'm really comfortable in my quit now. Initially, it was a lot of reminding myself to stay vigilant. Then, as the days stacked up, those reminders became my life. I live my life quit. I plan to be quit. That's my default setting right now. It's pretty awesome. I ain't going to lie.It's been a strange 24 hours.
Life has been much busier lately. I'm working full time. Kids are getting older. Kinda got a punch to the gut this morning as our salesman nephew overdosed on heroin and is braindead. There's a lot of addiction talk and a lot of talk about kids these days. I've got a 12 year old now that has the same attitude I had about life when I was his age: ain't anything that can hurt me. It scares the fucking shit out of me to think about it. It's so strange to think about my parents trying to talk to me about this stuff as a child (and how I knew so much more than them... 'Crazy' ) and now I'm in the same position. I fucking watched every musical icon I ever loved take his own life over the drug...and I feel like my generation moved past it because of that. But what bugs me is that these kids watch their friends die and they still do it! Fuck addiction and fuck those assholes that push the shit. I'm going old.
After posting that quote yesterday, I saw a long time stopper caved. Ugh. Those things hurt. Dude's been pretty active in the past and had a good thing going. No more.
On one hand, I hope he gets his shit together. It's easier said than done and vision is 20/20 from outside his perspective. What makes the KTC great though is that it offers a perspective other than his. It offers this perspective to me and every other person that signs roll and fights this battle each day. Sure, not every quitter is going to quit in the same manner. We have only a few things that can tie us all together: We post roll. We keep our word. We repeat. We ask for help when we need it. We give it when we can.
Any new quitter may think it's insane that somebody's bad decision effects so many people but that's why I love this place. If I fail, I've betrayed you all. I can't make it up. I don't get a participation trophy for what I had accomplished. I have 2 choices: Let my mistake eat me and continue down the wrong path or learn and move on.
Now, yesterday, I had a big punch to the gut. Addiction is a helluva cross to bare. My friend's brother is hurt and sad and angry and I don't fucking blame him. His son chose a temporary high for Five fucking bucks. His body revolted and he's left a wake of trails to all those that loved him. Hell, I didn't even know him and his death had me hugging my boys all night. There are no excuses in use. None.
One of the greatest statements I've ever read this week was:QuoteFailure in the past was mostly accepted and treated as an indication the student didn't understand the concept. Failure was a teaching tool.Failing was my teaching tool and I needed it.
Now failure is seen as a character flaw so parents don't teach kids how to come back from it, they're just taught to avoid it at all costs.
I'm 2082 days quit. I once threw out 1000+ days of stoppage. When I quit, I had to face my demons. In my first stoppage, I stopped posting after day 100. I had never exchanged telephone numbers (let alone email addresses) with anybody in my group. I faded and nobody could find me. I stayed stopped but mostly by accident. Looking back, I'm beyond lucky that I stayed stopped as long as I did. When I failed, it was a decision on a random Sunday. But I had begun failing a long time before that. When I came back, I was quite active. I stayed active and promised myself to let it happen again.
I'm not as active as I once was. I'm still here though and I hope you all will blow me up if you see the complacency in my steps. I'm quite comfortable in my quit though. I've always thought that quitting was a pendulum. It swung from good to bad as my body reacted to the poison withdrawal. In most instances, those all around me experienced the same bullshit of quitting. I realized that those swings were just a fact of quitting. Eventually, that pendulum rests. My mood is not dictated by withdrawals anymore. My mood is me and I have to deal with the bad without nicotine. It is very easy to be a quitter in times of good. It means that you are a quitter when you make it through the times of bad.
I'm making it through life quit and happy. I can't promise tomorrow but I can promise today. However, just because I've decided to be quit doesn't mean I get to rest on that one little decision. "To quit" is one decision. "To be quit" is a series of decisions. Maybe one day, when I'm lying under the ground, I can be considered quit. Until then, I quit with all y'all today.
Don't be sad. Be fucking vigilant. Be quit.
Thank you for this read. Proud to be quit with you today and every other day.
We should also be thankful we didn't pick opioids instead of nicotine. What heroin is doing to society is tragic. I'm sorry to read that it has affected you as well.
Thanks waste. You can beat it, preach it and teach not using drugs to your family and friends but in the end it's ultimately up to them. I, was lucky. I took a bad ride on acid my first try at age 15, it scared the living shit out of me because as you all know just like nicotine that one can lead to so many more. But never ever give up on your children and what I see in my everyday life, always take time for them. Quit on brothers and sisters! Waste has shown me the quit way since I've been here.Quote from: worktowinI remember when you returned here.Quote from: JubsGood stuff here. Thanks waste.Quote from: wastepanelOnce in a while I read a post that I think quitters, new and old, should read. This is one of those posts.Quote from: wastepanelNot to speak for the rest of the Basterds, but I'm really comfortable in my quit now. Initially, it was a lot of reminding myself to stay vigilant. Then, as the days stacked up, those reminders became my life. I live my life quit. I plan to be quit. That's my default setting right now. It's pretty awesome. I ain't going to lie.It's been a strange 24 hours.
Life has been much busier lately. I'm working full time. Kids are getting older. Kinda got a punch to the gut this morning as our salesman nephew overdosed on heroin and is braindead. There's a lot of addiction talk and a lot of talk about kids these days. I've got a 12 year old now that has the same attitude I had about life when I was his age: ain't anything that can hurt me. It scares the fucking shit out of me to think about it. It's so strange to think about my parents trying to talk to me about this stuff as a child (and how I knew so much more than them... 'Crazy' ) and now I'm in the same position. I fucking watched every musical icon I ever loved take his own life over the drug...and I feel like my generation moved past it because of that. But what bugs me is that these kids watch their friends die and they still do it! Fuck addiction and fuck those assholes that push the shit. I'm going old.
After posting that quote yesterday, I saw a long time stopper caved. Ugh. Those things hurt. Dude's been pretty active in the past and had a good thing going. No more.
On one hand, I hope he gets his shit together. It's easier said than done and vision is 20/20 from outside his perspective. What makes the KTC great though is that it offers a perspective other than his. It offers this perspective to me and every other person that signs roll and fights this battle each day. Sure, not every quitter is going to quit in the same manner. We have only a few things that can tie us all together: We post roll. We keep our word. We repeat. We ask for help when we need it. We give it when we can.
Any new quitter may think it's insane that somebody's bad decision effects so many people but that's why I love this place. If I fail, I've betrayed you all. I can't make it up. I don't get a participation trophy for what I had accomplished. I have 2 choices: Let my mistake eat me and continue down the wrong path or learn and move on.
Now, yesterday, I had a big punch to the gut. Addiction is a helluva cross to bare. My friend's brother is hurt and sad and angry and I don't fucking blame him. His son chose a temporary high for Five fucking bucks. His body revolted and he's left a wake of trails to all those that loved him. Hell, I didn't even know him and his death had me hugging my boys all night. There are no excuses in use. None.
One of the greatest statements I've ever read this week was:QuoteFailure in the past was mostly accepted and treated as an indication the student didn't understand the concept. Failure was a teaching tool.Failing was my teaching tool and I needed it.
Now failure is seen as a character flaw so parents don't teach kids how to come back from it, they're just taught to avoid it at all costs.
I'm 2082 days quit. I once threw out 1000+ days of stoppage. When I quit, I had to face my demons. In my first stoppage, I stopped posting after day 100. I had never exchanged telephone numbers (let alone email addresses) with anybody in my group. I faded and nobody could find me. I stayed stopped but mostly by accident. Looking back, I'm beyond lucky that I stayed stopped as long as I did. When I failed, it was a decision on a random Sunday. But I had begun failing a long time before that. When I came back, I was quite active. I stayed active and promised myself to let it happen again.
I'm not as active as I once was. I'm still here though and I hope you all will blow me up if you see the complacency in my steps. I'm quite comfortable in my quit though. I've always thought that quitting was a pendulum. It swung from good to bad as my body reacted to the poison withdrawal. In most instances, those all around me experienced the same bullshit of quitting. I realized that those swings were just a fact of quitting. Eventually, that pendulum rests. My mood is not dictated by withdrawals anymore. My mood is me and I have to deal with the bad without nicotine. It is very easy to be a quitter in times of good. It means that you are a quitter when you make it through the times of bad.
I'm making it through life quit and happy. I can't promise tomorrow but I can promise today. However, just because I've decided to be quit doesn't mean I get to rest on that one little decision. "To quit" is one decision. "To be quit" is a series of decisions. Maybe one day, when I'm lying under the ground, I can be considered quit. Until then, I quit with all y'all today.
Don't be sad. Be fucking vigilant. Be quit.
Thank you for this read. Proud to be quit with you today and every other day.
We should also be thankful we didn't pick opioids instead of nicotine. What heroin is doing to society is tragic. I'm sorry to read that it has affected you as well.
Damn proud of the way you did it! You are an excellent example of how someone can come back from the depths of it all. I have not seen many come back the way you did!
Proud to be quit with you!
My busted toothHoly hell, that was some good shiz right there!
I came to life musically in the late 90s. I do love me some grunge but (damn) did bands like Korn and Slipknot really open my eyes to metal. I believe I spent the entire summers of 98 and 99 just partying at concerts and festivals. I saw some really good shit. I saw some really strange shit too. It was all good.
During Ozzfest 98 (helluva concert less Megadeath who was awful!), we made our way to the front of the crowd to see Limp Bizkit. Now...wait. This was Limp Bizkit before 3 dollar bill y'all even hit it big. This is prior to Fred fucking Britney Spears and being a doosh. This was when Fred recognized us as guys that showed up to a lot of concerts that they happened to open for. Anyways, Limp Bizkit was the shit and we were having a good time as always.
Then came the crowd surfer...
When you crowd surf, you are carried by the crowd from your point and to the front of the audience. Once there, you are tossed at security and return back to the crowd. As you do this, you're supposed to lay flat and keep your feet pointed up. In fact, at the front, you have to be really careful not to drop your legs as you will kick a ton of people in the back of the head. Well, apparently nobody told Ms. CrowdSurfer this that day. As she approached the front, she dropped her legs and kicked 3 of us in the back of the head. All of our heads went forward with weight of her body and our heads were driven into the steel bar separating security from audience. I came up (head ringing) and smiled at my buddies. My front tooth was cracked and gone.
Fuck.
It took me about a year to work myself into going to the dentist. I was chewing like crazy and avoided the dentist at all costs. But once I made the appointment, they got it fixed pretty easily and with minimal preaching about my "habit".
Well, I continued to chew and I continued avoided the dentist. That busted tooth has been fine and I've stopped and started a few times since 99. Had a nice little stoppage going in 2006 until I fucked that up royally. Didn't get quit until 2011 (2278 today) and (don't judge me) just went back to the dentist since 1999. I have two boys and my fears shouldn't fuck with their health. I went and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be/could be. I got a deep cleaning and people were amazed that I knew when I quit. I got a lot of pats on the back and compliments on what I've accomplished.
Yesterday, as they were cleaning my teeth, I realized how strange my busted tooth felt as they worked on it. With every scrape and prod on my real teeth, I felt it. But that fake tooth just felt like pulling. It was an odd feeling as I forget on a daily basis that I have a piece of porcelain anchoring my smile. It was then that I realized how odd the foreign material was when they put it in. As it has a gold crown behind it, I get a little spark every time I put a gum wrapper in my mouth and it hurts. My tongue navigated the surface thousands of time before deciding it was not a danger. I've learned to live with this crown and consider it a part of me now. It's only when somebody is scraping and pulling at it that I realize it is not.
My quit is quite the same. Once, I was whole. I wasn't addicted to anything and (because of a series of decisions) I became addicted. Once I was addicted, there is no going back to what was. I can crown the broken piece of me or I can walk around and explain what happened to me. Yes, the quit felt odd initially. It wasn't natural to me at that point. But now that I am 6 years into this, my quit is a part of me. I often talk about quitting as a pendulum. It swings from bad to good and so on until it settles eventually. The key is to know that there will be good when times are bad. During these times of good, we practice for the bad. In times of bad, we lean on what we practiced. Well, now my quit is a part of my life. I live my quit and it is a part of me. However, there are times when I get a scraping or get reminded that I'm sporting a busted tooth. That doesn't make me weak for realizing that I have to work on my quit. It makes me a quitter.
Keep it up everybody.
In this dark night we stand or fall
We are kings now, or nothing at all
Check your armor; Light up your torch
Touch the flame to the sail before you head for shore
And we will burn the fleet
We can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
The old flag will burn with the sail
And a new one won't fly if we fail
But the fire continues to rise
And it shows not a hint of any fear in our eyes
Burn the fleet, we can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
I fucking love being quit.Bump. ?
It sucked sometimes. That was temporary. I've never regretted it and I love everything that I've discovered about myself and my friends here. I'll quit again today.
Day 2406
Thrice-Burn the Fleet (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZemZP2_QBpk)Quote from: ThriceIn this dark night we stand or fall
We are kings now, or nothing at all
Check your armor; Light up your torch
Touch the flame to the sail before you head for shore
And we will burn the fleet
We can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
The old flag will burn with the sail
And a new one won't fly if we fail
But the fire continues to rise
And it shows not a hint of any fear in our eyes
Burn the fleet, we can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
Quality readQuote from: wastepanelI fucking love being quit.Bump. ?
It sucked sometimes. That was temporary. I've never regretted it and I love everything that I've discovered about myself and my friends here. I'll quit again today.
Day 2406
Thrice-Burn the Fleet (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZemZP2_QBpk)Quote from: ThriceIn this dark night we stand or fall
We are kings now, or nothing at all
Check your armor; Light up your torch
Touch the flame to the sail before you head for shore
And we will burn the fleet
We can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
The old flag will burn with the sail
And a new one won't fly if we fail
But the fire continues to rise
And it shows not a hint of any fear in our eyes
Burn the fleet, we can never go home
It's on to victory or under ground
Burn the fleet, we'll be heroes or ghosts
But we won't be turned around
Commitment is the foundation of success. Not a single football game has ever been won without it. Commitment has been involved in every skyscraper that has ever grown beyond the first floor. Businesses, marriages, and schoolwork all depend on the quality of commitment for their success. By focusing on that one important component, commitment, we can plan our future.
Deciding just how much we really want to achieve our goals is obviously the first critical step. It has been proven time and time again by our own experiences that we get out of something only what we put into it. We can accomplish extraordinary things only when we have planned to accomplish extraordinary things. And we alone can determine how hard we will work, how much we will invest, how late we will stay up, how many miles we will drive, and how much we are willing to endure to realize those extraordinary things. Our goals, our dreams, are a reality already awaiting our arrival. It is only when we claim a successful future that it begins to move toward us. But first let's examine the past, because by studying yesterday's challenges, we can more ably ensure tomorrow's success.
In February 1519, Hernando Cortez set sail on the final leg of a voyage that was to take him from Cuba, a stopover, to the shores of the Yucatan. He commanded 11 ships, with more than 500 soldiers, 100 sailors, and 16 horses, bound for Mexico to take the world's richest treasure. The precious jewels, gold, silver, and sculptures sheltered on this limestone peninsula had been hoarded by the same army for 600 years.
The quest for these riches began several years before in Spain. Cortez, already a wealthy man, had heard about the treasure. For centuries people had tried to take it, to no avail. But ambitious Cortez knew that he could take it—if he had the right kind of help. He decided to get more people involved. He wanted to build an army that could accomplish something that one man could not. So Cortez began to travel around Spain to talk to people and build a dream in them. Since he was already rich and successful in their eyes, as he told them of the bountiful treasure that was theirs for the taking, they believed him.
Oh, other people had tried, he told them. Columbus, Vasquez, DeSoto, Vespucci-all had gone to Mexico seeking the fortune. And all were ordinary people, just like those Cortez was trying to persuade.
"They are just like us," he said to his listeners. "If they can do it, we can! And we will succeed!" This got them excited.
"Let's do it!" they agreed after Cortez's persuasive speech.
Of course, a few said, "I don't really believe there's treasure there," or "I don't think it'll work. But the majority of the people enthusiastically embraced the idea, and before long, Cortez's ships were in place. The soldiers were in position, the sailors were prepared, and the horses were aboard. And together they set sail for Mexico and the richest treasure in the world.
But once out on the ocean, it didn't take long for Cortez to realize he had a problem. Some who were excited before the journey, had now turned into whiners. There are always whiners.
Cries of "I shouldn't have come," "This isn't what I thought it was," and "I didn't know we were going to have to work this hard," began to circulate among the people. Yet Cortez persisted, in spite of them, and made it to Cuba, where he took on water, food, and supplies. After resting his men and letting the quitters get off the ship, he began the final leg of the journey, formulating an idea that had never been used before. He created a system to motivate and train his soldiers and sailors that was unheard of in the history of the military. When they landed on the shores of the Yucatan, Cortez began training, coaching, stoking them, even. He would hold "seminars" in the afternoon and "pep-rallies" at night. They were reminded constantly of all that they were about to accomplish. Cortez painted a panoramic picture of the magnificent treasure that would soon be theirs. And as they marched up and down the beach, honing their skills of warfare, they were told, "This is just one of the beautiful beaches we'll be able to walk along when we get that treasure!"
Oh, but they were fired up! They were eager, animated, energized, and as they waited, trained, and prepared for victory, their conviction grew.
But there was one more level of commitment that Cortez wanted to take them to, and they arrived at that place on that last, historic day, as they lined up to march inland. Before they would be allowed to seize the treasure that no army had taken for 600 years, Cortez would speak to them.
They were probably expecting something like, "OK, guys, we're gonna get out there and win today, and when we do, we are going to par-TAAAY! . . . Oh, and if it gets too tough, we'll just meet at the oak tree and come back to the ship." But that's not what they heard.
As they listened, Cortez leaned in and said three simple words that changed everything: "Burn the boats."
"Excuse me?" they must have said.
"Burn the boats," he repeated, "because if we are going home, we are going home in their boats." And he torched them. He burned his own boats, and by doing so, he raised their commitment level to new and astounding heights! And an amazing thing took place: they fought well! For the first time in six centuries, the wealth changed hands. Cortez's band took that treasure. And why did they win? The answer is very simple. They had no choice! It was "take it or die"—no options. Their boats were burned.
Theirs is the attitude you must embrace in your heart and mind: you must burn your boats. What are the boats in your life that are keeping you from accomplishing what you really want? What vessels in your mind are keeping afloat the fear and doubt and frustration that hold you captive? Whatever prevents you from achieving your goals and dreams is a boat that must be burned.
Unfortunately, when the bullets start flying, we make for the boats. It's just human nature. Doing anything else really requires a decision on our part. It's attitude more than anything. A willingness to work without the net, to burn the bridge—or boat. What boat do you need to burn? It can only happen one way: by embracing a level of commitment that sees sacrifice as a positive thing.
So many people think of sacrifice as something that is taken away, and it's gone forever. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sacrifices of time, money, and effort are what we give to the game. How badly do you want that final result? Are you willing to sacrifice more than anyone else? If so, then your triumphs will be consistently greater than anyone else's. Greatness—your greatness—will always be measured by the sacrifices that you are willing to make!
So strike a match to the anchors of your past and introduce yourself to the victories of your future.
Burn the boats!
TLDR: Burn the boats. You won't regret it. Don't worry about the sacrifices. Sacrifices aren't loss. Sacrifices are what we give to get what we want.every damn day brother!
What are you willing to do to quit or stay quit? What kind of person do you want to be in this quit: somebody willing to accept quit as a pleasant surprise or somebody willing to sacrifice time, sweat, and tears to be quit? Which one do you think will be more successful?
I've surrounded myself with people here at ktc that are willing to fight next to me for a common goal: Being quit. Everything else is noise and a distraction from my quit.
We can do this.Quote from: AndyCommitment is the foundation of success. Not a single football game has ever been won without it. Commitment has been involved in every skyscraper that has ever grown beyond the first floor. Businesses, marriages, and schoolwork all depend on the quality of commitment for their success. By focusing on that one important component, commitment, we can plan our future.
Deciding just how much we really want to achieve our goals is obviously the first critical step. It has been proven time and time again by our own experiences that we get out of something only what we put into it. We can accomplish extraordinary things only when we have planned to accomplish extraordinary things. And we alone can determine how hard we will work, how much we will invest, how late we will stay up, how many miles we will drive, and how much we are willing to endure to realize those extraordinary things. Our goals, our dreams, are a reality already awaiting our arrival. It is only when we claim a successful future that it begins to move toward us. But first let's examine the past, because by studying yesterday's challenges, we can more ably ensure tomorrow's success.
In February 1519, Hernando Cortez set sail on the final leg of a voyage that was to take him from Cuba, a stopover, to the shores of the Yucatan. He commanded 11 ships, with more than 500 soldiers, 100 sailors, and 16 horses, bound for Mexico to take the world's richest treasure. The precious jewels, gold, silver, and sculptures sheltered on this limestone peninsula had been hoarded by the same army for 600 years.
The quest for these riches began several years before in Spain. Cortez, already a wealthy man, had heard about the treasure. For centuries people had tried to take it, to no avail. But ambitious Cortez knew that he could take it—if he had the right kind of help. He decided to get more people involved. He wanted to build an army that could accomplish something that one man could not. So Cortez began to travel around Spain to talk to people and build a dream in them. Since he was already rich and successful in their eyes, as he told them of the bountiful treasure that was theirs for the taking, they believed him.
Oh, other people had tried, he told them. Columbus, Vasquez, DeSoto, Vespucci-all had gone to Mexico seeking the fortune. And all were ordinary people, just like those Cortez was trying to persuade.
"They are just like us," he said to his listeners. "If they can do it, we can! And we will succeed!" This got them excited.
"Let's do it!" they agreed after Cortez's persuasive speech.
Of course, a few said, "I don't really believe there's treasure there," or "I don't think it'll work. But the majority of the people enthusiastically embraced the idea, and before long, Cortez's ships were in place. The soldiers were in position, the sailors were prepared, and the horses were aboard. And together they set sail for Mexico and the richest treasure in the world.
But once out on the ocean, it didn't take long for Cortez to realize he had a problem. Some who were excited before the journey, had now turned into whiners. There are always whiners.
Cries of "I shouldn't have come," "This isn't what I thought it was," and "I didn't know we were going to have to work this hard," began to circulate among the people. Yet Cortez persisted, in spite of them, and made it to Cuba, where he took on water, food, and supplies. After resting his men and letting the quitters get off the ship, he began the final leg of the journey, formulating an idea that had never been used before. He created a system to motivate and train his soldiers and sailors that was unheard of in the history of the military. When they landed on the shores of the Yucatan, Cortez began training, coaching, stoking them, even. He would hold "seminars" in the afternoon and "pep-rallies" at night. They were reminded constantly of all that they were about to accomplish. Cortez painted a panoramic picture of the magnificent treasure that would soon be theirs. And as they marched up and down the beach, honing their skills of warfare, they were told, "This is just one of the beautiful beaches we'll be able to walk along when we get that treasure!"
Oh, but they were fired up! They were eager, animated, energized, and as they waited, trained, and prepared for victory, their conviction grew.
But there was one more level of commitment that Cortez wanted to take them to, and they arrived at that place on that last, historic day, as they lined up to march inland. Before they would be allowed to seize the treasure that no army had taken for 600 years, Cortez would speak to them.
They were probably expecting something like, "OK, guys, we're gonna get out there and win today, and when we do, we are going to par-TAAAY! . . . Oh, and if it gets too tough, we'll just meet at the oak tree and come back to the ship." But that's not what they heard.
As they listened, Cortez leaned in and said three simple words that changed everything: "Burn the boats."
"Excuse me?" they must have said.
"Burn the boats," he repeated, "because if we are going home, we are going home in their boats." And he torched them. He burned his own boats, and by doing so, he raised their commitment level to new and astounding heights! And an amazing thing took place: they fought well! For the first time in six centuries, the wealth changed hands. Cortez's band took that treasure. And why did they win? The answer is very simple. They had no choice! It was "take it or die"—no options. Their boats were burned.
Theirs is the attitude you must embrace in your heart and mind: you must burn your boats. What are the boats in your life that are keeping you from accomplishing what you really want? What vessels in your mind are keeping afloat the fear and doubt and frustration that hold you captive? Whatever prevents you from achieving your goals and dreams is a boat that must be burned.
Unfortunately, when the bullets start flying, we make for the boats. It's just human nature. Doing anything else really requires a decision on our part. It's attitude more than anything. A willingness to work without the net, to burn the bridge—or boat. What boat do you need to burn? It can only happen one way: by embracing a level of commitment that sees sacrifice as a positive thing.
So many people think of sacrifice as something that is taken away, and it's gone forever. Nothing could be further from the truth. Sacrifices of time, money, and effort are what we give to the game. How badly do you want that final result? Are you willing to sacrifice more than anyone else? If so, then your triumphs will be consistently greater than anyone else's. Greatness—your greatness—will always be measured by the sacrifices that you are willing to make!
So strike a match to the anchors of your past and introduce yourself to the victories of your future.
Burn the boats!
“It was so simple, but it was a revelation: what you did for yourself was what gave you the power.”
― Stephen King, The Institute
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Young people in Scandinavia are placing nicotine pouches, meant for inside the upper lip, in their buttholes and foreskins to see if they feel its effects.
Some users say their nicotine cravings disappeared, while other say they only feel burning sensations and get rashes and swelling.
https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I (https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I)hey frank hows your day? ... One Sec. * opens tin, drops trout, and slides a pouch into arse* Its going good thanks for asking bill.QuoteYoung people in Scandinavia are placing nicotine pouches, meant for inside the upper lip, in their buttholes and foreskins to see if they feel its effects.
Some users say their nicotine cravings disappeared, while other say they only feel burning sensations and get rashes and swelling.
:o
Wonder how long it will be before it's called "harm reduction" and a "viable quitting method" by nicotine users.
I am so glad to be quit.
https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I (https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I)QuoteYoung people in Scandinavia are placing nicotine pouches, meant for inside the upper lip, in their buttholes and foreskins to see if they feel its effects.
Some users say their nicotine cravings disappeared, while other say they only feel burning sensations and get rashes and swelling.
:o
Wonder how long it will be before it's called "harm reduction" and a "viable quitting method" by nicotine users.
I am so glad to be quit.
I'm guessing since half of you reading this are intrigued, shoving nicotine up your ass in any form will be considered a cave.https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I (https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I)QuoteYoung people in Scandinavia are placing nicotine pouches, meant for inside the upper lip, in their buttholes and foreskins to see if they feel its effects.
Some users say their nicotine cravings disappeared, while other say they only feel burning sensations and get rashes and swelling.
:o
Wonder how long it will be before it's called "harm reduction" and a "viable quitting method" by nicotine users.
I am so glad to be quit.
What the actual fuck!
Thank-you for that clarification.I'm guessing since half of you reading this are intrigued, shoving nicotine up your ass in any form will be considered a cave.https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I (https://news.yahoo.com/people-lodging-nicotine-pouches-buttholes-161337601.html?guce_referrer=aHR0cHM6Ly93d3cuZ29vZ2xlLmNvbS8&guce_referrer_sig=AQAAACAYvM3kq2bLve51gwzTUgkax_qwLLhsRMbwqIizR2aB2PXxXRo1CaJAjM8aE4NCKvW6Q5IptfwvibzIYHPtexGnAZ6L0pXZQz1bnn_Ue3ooSI5zgkr9O2d4g9oWNNSc2X0IkFmeEbAt14G1-gOeE-k6RJQtpcA7wGQrv0L4LI3I)QuoteYoung people in Scandinavia are placing nicotine pouches, meant for inside the upper lip, in their buttholes and foreskins to see if they feel its effects.
Some users say their nicotine cravings disappeared, while other say they only feel burning sensations and get rashes and swelling.
:o
Wonder how long it will be before it's called "harm reduction" and a "viable quitting method" by nicotine users.
I am so glad to be quit.
What the actual fuck!
However, have a penchant for shoving things up your ass in general will get you @wastepanel (https://ktcforum.org/index.php?action=profile;u=46) digits.