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Community => Introductions => Topic started by: kool33aid on June 01, 2015, 09:47:00 PM
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So I started chewing in high school, which at times seems like it was yesterday, but in reality I've been out now for 19 years. I was 16 when I started chewing, that makes it 21 years. My parents both smoked, like chimneys. My Mom eventually quit, and I lost my Dad three weeks to the day before my son was born, his only grandchild. He smoked until the day that he died. He had massive heart failure.
Chewing was just something we did. All of us, you know, "the boys". We all played sports, we all said we'd never be addicted, we "just liked the taste". Too cool to be addicts, I mean come on, it was Kodiak, not cocaine.
As I got older, I got away from the Kodiak, and went to Copenhagen for years. It all seems so stupid now, how could I have just did it over and over and over and over again?
Now, you want to talk about stupid... here's stupid. I left for Basic Training in the US Army in Feb. 2005. I quit. I had to. No choice. Can't have it. After 3 or 4 days, I didn't even miss it. Cold turkey walked away. My parents showed up for graduation. After graduation, we had time where we could just go hang out with our families. Dad hands me a can of Copenhagen. Yep, you're guessing right... I put one of those bastards in. 10 weeks clean, and it was all gone in a flash. Had 2 that day. The next day I left for AIT, parents saw me to the bus. Dad gave me the can back and a spare for the bus ride. I was instantly one of the most popular dudes on the bus. I had one every now and then in AIT, never had it in my barracks. Just on the weekends, you know, "with the boys".
So now, here I am, a shade over 10 years later and this crap is still following me around in my back pocket everyday. Oh, I've told me wife of almost 8 years now I was gonna quit. "After football season's over", "After hockey is done", "After hunting season", "I'll only have one when I go fishing", and on, and on, and on...
Well to quote Herb Brooks: "Not tonight". Well actually it was last night. Last night was IT. The final straw. We were sitting at the table, my wife, myself, and my almost 3 year-old mini-me. I looked over at him and saw him doing something kinda weird. He was acting like he had something in his hand. Make believe. Something all kids do. Only he was make-believing that he was putting a chew in like Dad. I was absolutely 100% speechless. That was IT. The end. Final. Fin. No Mas. No way in hell. I don't care if I imagine purple dragons with pink and green stripes are crawling out of my eye sockets, I'm done. Cold turkey. Me and a whole lotta water, a crap load of sugarfree gum, an occasional Diet Dew, and the Good Lord above.
I know I'm not a perfect Dad, far from it. But I have long said that I want one thing for my son, and that's to do it better than I did. I think today is the start of furthering that.
Good Bye Grizzly Fine Cut Wintergreen. ;) I would like to say I'll miss you, but I don't want to be a liar. You've had too much of my life these past 8 or so years.
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Well written intro kool33aid. I remember my 2 year old looking at me funny when I put in a wad. I had no idea how perceptive a two year old could be. I remember thinking that now I'm going to have to start hiding this from him too.... It was hard enough hiding it from every adult in my life. Thought I had a free pass with the little one till that happened. It was part of my wake up call that I needed to slay the dragon once and for all.
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So I started chewing in high school, which at times seems like it was yesterday, but in reality I've been out now for 19 years. I was 16 when I started chewing, that makes it 21 years. My parents both smoked, like chimneys. My Mom eventually quit, and I lost my Dad three weeks to the day before my son was born, his only grandchild. He smoked until the day that he died. He had massive heart failure.
Chewing was just something we did. All of us, you know, "the boys". We all played sports, we all said we'd never be addicted, we "just liked the taste". Too cool to be addicts, I mean come on, it was Kodiak, not cocaine.
As I got older, I got away from the Kodiak, and went to Copenhagen for years. It all seems so stupid now, how could I have just did it over and over and over and over again?
Now, you want to talk about stupid... here's stupid. I left for Basic Training in the US Army in Feb. 2005. I quit. I had to. No choice. Can't have it. After 3 or 4 days, I didn't even miss it. Cold turkey walked away. My parents showed up for graduation. After graduation, we had time where we could just go hang out with our families. Dad hands me a can of Copenhagen. Yep, you're guessing right... I put one of those bastards in. 10 weeks clean, and it was all gone in a flash. Had 2 that day. The next day I left for AIT, parents saw me to the bus. Dad gave me the can back and a spare for the bus ride. I was instantly one of the most popular dudes on the bus. I had one every now and then in AIT, never had it in my barracks. Just on the weekends, you know, "with the boys".
So now, here I am, a shade over 10 years later and this crap is still following me around in my back pocket everyday. Oh, I've told me wife of almost 8 years now I was gonna quit. "After football season's over", "After hockey is done", "After hunting season", "I'll only have one when I go fishing", and on, and on, and on...
Well to quote Herb Brooks: "Not tonight". Well actually it was last night. Last night was IT. The final straw. We were sitting at the table, my wife, myself, and my almost 3 year-old mini-me. I looked over at him and saw him doing something kinda weird. He was acting like he had something in his hand. Make believe. Something all kids do. Only he was make-believing that he was putting a chew in like Dad. I was absolutely 100% speechless. That was IT. The end. Final. Fin. No Mas. No way in hell. I don't care if I imagine purple dragons with pink and green stripes are crawling out of my eye sockets, I'm done. Cold turkey. Me and a whole lotta water, a crap load of sugarfree gum, an occasional Diet Dew, and the Good Lord above.
I know I'm not a perfect Dad, far from it. But I have long said that I want one thing for my son, and that's to do it better than I did. I think today is the start of furthering that.
Good Bye Grizzly Fine Cut Wintergreen. ;) I would like to say I'll miss you, but I don't want to be a liar. You've had too much of my life these past 8 or so years.
I have your back man. My parents huff like nobody's business. Check out my HOF Speech. topic/11164455/1/#new (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/11164455/1/#new) I hope that motivates you on your quit. I'm more than happy to be an ear as you progress on. It's a battle but worth it!
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So I started chewing in high school, which at times seems like it was yesterday, but in reality I've been out now for 19 years. I was 16 when I started chewing, that makes it 21 years. My parents both smoked, like chimneys. My Mom eventually quit, and I lost my Dad three weeks to the day before my son was born, his only grandchild. He smoked until the day that he died. He had massive heart failure.
Chewing was just something we did. All of us, you know, "the boys". We all played sports, we all said we'd never be addicted, we "just liked the taste". Too cool to be addicts, I mean come on, it was Kodiak, not cocaine.
As I got older, I got away from the Kodiak, and went to Copenhagen for years. It all seems so stupid now, how could I have just did it over and over and over and over again?
Now, you want to talk about stupid... here's stupid. I left for Basic Training in the US Army in Feb. 2005. I quit. I had to. No choice. Can't have it. After 3 or 4 days, I didn't even miss it. Cold turkey walked away. My parents showed up for graduation. After graduation, we had time where we could just go hang out with our families. Dad hands me a can of Copenhagen. Yep, you're guessing right... I put one of those bastards in. 10 weeks clean, and it was all gone in a flash. Had 2 that day. The next day I left for AIT, parents saw me to the bus. Dad gave me the can back and a spare for the bus ride. I was instantly one of the most popular dudes on the bus. I had one every now and then in AIT, never had it in my barracks. Just on the weekends, you know, "with the boys".
So now, here I am, a shade over 10 years later and this crap is still following me around in my back pocket everyday. Oh, I've told me wife of almost 8 years now I was gonna quit. "After football season's over", "After hockey is done", "After hunting season", "I'll only have one when I go fishing", and on, and on, and on...
Well to quote Herb Brooks: "Not tonight". Well actually it was last night. Last night was IT. The final straw. We were sitting at the table, my wife, myself, and my almost 3 year-old mini-me. I looked over at him and saw him doing something kinda weird. He was acting like he had something in his hand. Make believe. Something all kids do. Only he was make-believing that he was putting a chew in like Dad. I was absolutely 100% speechless. That was IT. The end. Final. Fin. No Mas. No way in hell. I don't care if I imagine purple dragons with pink and green stripes are crawling out of my eye sockets, I'm done. Cold turkey. Me and a whole lotta water, a crap load of sugarfree gum, an occasional Diet Dew, and the Good Lord above.
I know I'm not a perfect Dad, far from it. But I have long said that I want one thing for my son, and that's to do it better than I did. I think today is the start of furthering that.
Good Bye Grizzly Fine Cut Wintergreen. ;) I would like to say I'll miss you, but I don't want to be a liar. You've had too much of my life these past 8 or so years.
I have your back man. My parents huff like nobody's business. Check out my HOF Speech. topic/11164455/1/#new (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/11164455/1/#new) I hope that motivates you on your quit. I'm more than happy to be an ear as you progress on. It's a battle but worth it!
Welcome to the rest of your nic free life! Let me say it is awesome! Get in here post roll! Make your promise edd! ODAAT! If you do that you can't fail. Get some numbers from brothers and sisters, you will need them for bad days. I'm at 156 still have then now it's down to minutes not hours. My dip free life is awesome! I was a 38 year slave! There's no way possible I could be quit without this place. I'm an addict and so are you, but I'm a dip free addict! Join me. I quit with you today!
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Proud to be Quit with you! Samurai Strong
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Thanks everyone. I'm glad I found this website. I actually found it thru a guy I follow on Twitter. Bobby Robins. He's a pro hockey player in the Boston Bruins organization, my favorite hockey team. I appreciate all the kind words, truly. I'm feeling good here on day 2 of quit. 'archer'
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So I started chewing in high school, which at times seems like it was yesterday, but in reality I've been out now for 19 years. I was 16 when I started chewing, that makes it 21 years. My parents both smoked, like chimneys. My Mom eventually quit, and I lost my Dad three weeks to the day before my son was born, his only grandchild. He smoked until the day that he died. He had massive heart failure.
Chewing was just something we did. All of us, you know, "the boys". We all played sports, we all said we'd never be addicted, we "just liked the taste". Too cool to be addicts, I mean come on, it was Kodiak, not cocaine.
As I got older, I got away from the Kodiak, and went to Copenhagen for years. It all seems so stupid now, how could I have just did it over and over and over and over again?
Now, you want to talk about stupid... here's stupid. I left for Basic Training in the US Army in Feb. 2005. I quit. I had to. No choice. Can't have it. After 3 or 4 days, I didn't even miss it. Cold turkey walked away. My parents showed up for graduation. After graduation, we had time where we could just go hang out with our families. Dad hands me a can of Copenhagen. Yep, you're guessing right... I put one of those bastards in. 10 weeks clean, and it was all gone in a flash. Had 2 that day. The next day I left for AIT, parents saw me to the bus. Dad gave me the can back and a spare for the bus ride. I was instantly one of the most popular dudes on the bus. I had one every now and then in AIT, never had it in my barracks. Just on the weekends, you know, "with the boys".
So now, here I am, a shade over 10 years later and this crap is still following me around in my back pocket everyday. Oh, I've told me wife of almost 8 years now I was gonna quit. "After football season's over", "After hockey is done", "After hunting season", "I'll only have one when I go fishing", and on, and on, and on...
Well to quote Herb Brooks: "Not tonight". Well actually it was last night. Last night was IT. The final straw. We were sitting at the table, my wife, myself, and my almost 3 year-old mini-me. I looked over at him and saw him doing something kinda weird. He was acting like he had something in his hand. Make believe. Something all kids do. Only he was make-believing that he was putting a chew in like Dad. I was absolutely 100% speechless. That was IT. The end. Final. Fin. No Mas. No way in hell. I don't care if I imagine purple dragons with pink and green stripes are crawling out of my eye sockets, I'm done. Cold turkey. Me and a whole lotta water, a crap load of sugarfree gum, an occasional Diet Dew, and the Good Lord above.
I know I'm not a perfect Dad, far from it. But I have long said that I want one thing for my son, and that's to do it better than I did. I think today is the start of furthering that.
Good Bye Grizzly Fine Cut Wintergreen. ;) I would like to say I'll miss you, but I don't want to be a liar. You've had too much of my life these past 8 or so years.
I have your back man. My parents huff like nobody's business. Check out my HOF Speech. topic/11164455/1/#new (http://forum.killthecan.org/topic/11164455/1/#new) I hope that motivates you on your quit. I'm more than happy to be an ear as you progress on. It's a battle but worth it!
Welcome to the rest of your nic free life! Let me say it is awesome! Get in here post roll! Make your promise edd! ODAAT! If you do that you can't fail. Get some numbers from brothers and sisters, you will need them for bad days. I'm at 156 still have then now it's down to minutes not hours. My dip free life is awesome! I was a 38 year slave! There's no way possible I could be quit without this place. I'm an addict and so are you, but I'm a dip free addict! Join me. I quit with you today!
Badass Intro bro. I am in your corner. You can do this. I was a slave to the Bitch for a good part of 7 years. I was going to quit after the semester. After I graduated college. After the summer. Before my first "big boy" job. I was temporarily stopped for like 2 months after having wisdom teeth removed. Yep, definitely bought a can and hid it in my backpack. Would secretly slip one in while reading in my room in the basement. I wanted to "focus better" so I went back to dipping. Then I learned it didn't help me focus any better. I found out I am a damn good reader without poison in my lip, and that the only reason I chose to do that was for the 5 minute intoxication effect and to relieve the withdrawal pangs. And the chain of addiction continued for a few more years. Nobody took me serious when I quit, and I was living a borderline double life. Until January 5th of this year when I finally said fuck this, I quit. Join me. I'll fight with you. PM me if you need any help. Take off with this and never look back. You know how hardly anything actually lives up to expectations? Quitting nicotine does. Turns out we don't suffer when we quit, we prosper. The pasture is so much greener man, you have no idea. QUIT ON
Jerk11
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^^^^ YES!!! ^^^^ To all of the above AND your Intro.
Quitting is done ONE DAY AT A TIME. Post roll, read and repeat. You got this!!!
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I know I'm not a perfect Dad, far from it. But I have long said that I want one thing for my son, and that's to do it better than I did. I think today is the start of furthering that.
If you read the Introductions, almost everyone on KTC started dipping as an adolescent (ie, kid). If we took a poll, I bet most of us also had a parent that used tobacco. Your quit is one of the most caring things you can do for that kid of yours. His likelihood of using tobacco drastically drops if his parents don't use as well.
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Thanks everyone. I'm glad I found this website. I actually found it thru a guy I follow on Twitter. Bobby Robins. He's a pro hockey player in the Boston Bruins organization, my favorite hockey team. I appreciate all the kind words, truly. I'm feeling good here on day 2 of quit. 'archer'
Koolaid,
Awesome young quit you've got going. Proud of you for making that commitment. Just remember that even after the physical stuff's gone, you'll have to be ever watchful....the mental games your addict mind will play on you are just as tough as the physical withdrawal. There's TONS of great info here on how to deal with it. Read up, get involved, keep posting and honoring your promise, and one day the breakthrough will come.
Awesome job brother. I'm solidly in your quit-corner!
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Need to say it again... Proud, damn Proud, to be quitting with a Dad and BAQ of your caliber. What you do matters to me and others on this site, not just your son, so keep up the Quit!
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Need to say it again... Proud, damn Proud, to be quitting with a Dad and BAQ of your caliber. What you do matters to me and others on this site, not just your son, so keep up the Quit!
Hey kool-aid we're glad you found this site also! Stay quit my brother! The mental part of this is are you strong to refuse that sexy ass bitch with long legs beautiful hair and the death sword in her hand? Mind over matter my friend! I quit with you today my brother!
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QUIT on kool33aid! Welcome to the family brother.
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I took a lot out of this intro. Thanks for posting it Koolaid. I have a four year old son, and I hid it from him to avoid the very thing you described at the dinner table. In the end, if I had died because I couldn't quit, would I have been any better than the dad that chews in front of his kid? Nope. Not one iota. A dead dad is a dead dad. I don't mean to be crass, but I never want to be the source of my undoing for my kids' sake. Thanks again Koolaid, this one rings really true for my quit.
King
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Kool-aid how's that quit coming along my friend? 47 days badass keep it coming! Damn proud to be quit with you today my friend!
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My three year old daughter has made a habit of spitting into my mud jug lately. At first I thought it was cute, then I realized I need to listen to everyone and quit. I'm still a rookie at this quitting thing, but I have a script with the three year old now:
Me: "You know what I could really go for right now?"
Her: "Snuff? That stuff is old. It's bad for you. It will make you sick"
It's cute and funny - kinda helps
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Kool33,
Congrats on your 1 year quit!!
BAQ
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Congrats on that one year!
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'Birthday' Kool
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Congrats on the full on dangle today Kool!
Qwyt