Day 904
I feel like I am quitting all over again...and its fun to step up the game. Only 96 days left to reach my goal. (at 1,000 days I will be the same weight I was when I quit) I read Body for Life and I accept the 12 week challenge.
Wow, the cravings for just one burger, or ice cream before I go to bed. I have stayed the course. Like in the past. I hate turning it down...for the moment but when I wake up in the morning...It feels awesome to know I am still on target and I didn't cave to a craving!
Everyday counts. Yes I am sore, I am doing this and it sucks. I will embrace the suck so that I can reach my goals.
I guess I love pain and reward. I love the journey to improve. I haven't been this excited for a while. My quit is so amp'd up now! I am quit, I am sober and am eating to reward my mind, body and spirit! Weight training and eating right sure helps attitude.
Screw the Chew. Screw the fast food lifestyle, (for me) Screw alcohol, and to hell with any group that profits of human natures baser instincts. (Porn) What good does staring at crotches do anyway? Go get a woman you love. You should love her mind, body and spirit. Welcome to grazing and eating six meals, eating food that counts and weight training.
I love being a better person, a better dad and a contributor. I looked in the mirror. Done complaining. Change begins with me and I am the only thing I can change. Off my damn soap box but I am ready to battle!
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Keep on keeping on my brother!
Quitness continues to be greatness!
Day 919Since quitting nicotine, taking my blinders off and having my own type of Shawshank redemption...I have one enemy. Nicotine. I never want to look back, I never want to financially, emotionally or in anyway support, USTobacco and any organization that supports or profits from their existence.
In the back of my mind, I like to think I have addiction licked. Yet last night, I have a dream. For some reason, I'm 44 and dreaming about a sleepover and my sleeping bag. I have two cans that I am trying to hide from the brotherhood. The fear of getting caught, the desire to sneak a dip and actually caving feels way too real for my comfort level.
Woke up to find that it was a dream. This is probably only my third dip dream but they all (here is some drama) pretty traumatic. Yet now that I have my wits back and know it was a dream, I am thankful for it.
This is why I post roll, why I text and chat with fellow quit brothers. I want to stay quit. So many HOFamers say that posting roll is the only time they think about dipping so they stop. I dare say that isn't the only time they think about dip.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Keep posting, keep your word and repeat. Sometimes the best solutions to a problem are really simple.
Nicotine can still kiss my ass. I am quit and still undefeated bitch! 'Finger' (Thanks to you gheys)
