Day 60
Everytime I returned to the can in the past, it was never because I really wanted it. I reached a point where I was exactly 50% about staying quit. I could go on with or without it. It's easy in that state of mind to forget that the game of quit is rigged. If the score is Me 100, Nic 1, I lose: Quit Over. In a contest so heavily weighted against me, I need to keep an edge.
Reading here - even when it's foggy and rambling nonsense, even when it's my own stuff - and posting every day, has helped me keep that edge.
I could probably stay quit for a while making the daily decision to "just say no": that could go either way. In the past it did go both ways - sometimes staying quit, sometimes not. If there was a choice to be made during these past 60 days, I can think of half a dozen occasions when I'd already have lost.
But since I've been here, quitting has become more than just a daily decision. Now, there's only one choice open to me. The decision is already made when I wake up every day: "Just say Hell No!". Now quitting is not a choice, it's a cause.