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Community => Introductions => Topic started by: Yote on April 23, 2012, 09:30:00 PM
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Last Saturday, the 21st, was my quit day. After 10 years of 3/4-1 can day, I woke up, flushed my leftovers and threw out my spitters. I was tired of living in the lie, the shame, and what I termed tonight, the "bromance".
I came up with this term for my addiction because, honestly, that's what it is. It's like an undercover relationship I have with the can. I would sneak around my wife's back to be with it, I would end up getting denied sex when she was in the mood because she'd realize I had one in, I would run out of the house at any time and drive any distance to meet up with it, etc, etc, etc... What the hell?
As if that's not bad enough, I've realized these first few days without dip that I "romanticize" it too. My brain says, "Hunting, fishing, working on the car, the house, etc... will never be the same without you!" "Oh how can I make it through a crisp fall morning in the deer stand without you?", and on and on.
I'm a 27 year old man with the career of my dreams, married to the woman of my dreams, and living in the home of my dreams on the farm of my dreams and I think I need a ground up plant (that will kill me) to make life worth living?
FUCK THAT.
Glad the bromance is over. I'm headed over to kiss my wife with a clean, dip-free mouth and a clear conscience.
-Yote
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Last Saturday, the 21st, was my quit day. After 10 years of 3/4-1 can day, I woke up, flushed my leftovers and threw out my spitters. I was tired of living in the lie, the shame, and what I termed tonight, the "bromance".
I came up with this term for my addiction because, honestly, that's what it is. It's like an undercover relationship I have with the can. I would sneak around my wife's back to be with it, I would end up getting denied sex when she was in the mood because she'd realize I had one in, I would run out of the house at any time and drive any distance to meet up with it, etc, etc, etc... What the hell?
As if that's not bad enough, I've realized these first few days without dip that I "romanticize" it too. My brain says, "Hunting, fishing, working on the car, the house, etc... will never be the same without you!" "Oh how can I make it through a crisp fall morning in the deer stand without you?", and on and on.
I'm a 27 year old man with the career of my dreams, married to the woman of my dreams, and living in the home of my dreams on the farm of my dreams and I think I need a ground up plant (that will kill me) to make life worth living?
FUCK THAT.
Glad the bromance is over. I'm headed over to kiss my wife with a clean, dip-free mouth and a clear conscience.
-Yote
'tough' 'clap' 'clap' 'clap'
You just got my quit fully erected! Great post stay quit.
Fuck that snake oil. The romance is dead. Never look back!
Welcome to KTC!!
We quit like fuck and embrace the suck!
Post roll, keep your word and repeat if tomorrow comes. Until then, you only worry about staying quit today.
Let's go storm the tobacco castle and burn it down!
Goodbye bromance, he chose a healthy lifestyle and his wife!
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Congrats Yote - read up and post roll every day. Great decision to quit and even better decision to join KTC. I am 59 days in and have seen a lot of people join, write an intro, post a couple of days, and then never to be seen or heard from again. Do not pause - QUIT. Do what it takes to quit, to protect your quit, and to quit for today and today only. Read, read, read. "Embrace the Suck." If your not sure what that means - read about it. We live by that around here.
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Last Saturday, the 21st, was my quit day. After 10 years of 3/4-1 can day, I woke up, flushed my leftovers and threw out my spitters. I was tired of living in the lie, the shame, and what I termed tonight, the "bromance".
I came up with this term for my addiction because, honestly, that's what it is. It's like an undercover relationship I have with the can. I would sneak around my wife's back to be with it, I would end up getting denied sex when she was in the mood because she'd realize I had one in, I would run out of the house at any time and drive any distance to meet up with it, etc, etc, etc... What the hell?
As if that's not bad enough, I've realized these first few days without dip that I "romanticize" it too. My brain says, "Hunting, fishing, working on the car, the house, etc... will never be the same without you!" "Oh how can I make it through a crisp fall morning in the deer stand without you?", and on and on.
I'm a 27 year old man with the career of my dreams, married to the woman of my dreams, and living in the home of my dreams on the farm of my dreams and I think I need a ground up plant (that will kill me) to make life worth living?
FUCK THAT.
Glad the bromance is over. I'm headed over to kiss my wife with a clean, dip-free mouth and a clear conscience.
-Yote
You have the right attitude.
Congratulations on your decision. It's one you will never regret. But don't be fooled - quitting is not for pussies. It takes balls, determination and a relentless disdain for the nic bitch who's been nagging at you all this time. But if you use the tools you have at your disposal, you can be successful.
Here's everything you need to know about this site:
We quit one day at a time by making a promise each morning that we will not use tobacco IN ANY FORM (dip, cigarettes, cigars, snus or patches/gum) for the day. We stay quit for the day, go to bed and wake up and do the same thing. You make your promise by "posting roll."
The Welcome Center (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showforum=13) tells you all the basics of how things work around here. WhoDey also has taken the time to develop very informative, step-by-step Instructions for Posting Roll (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=50) to help guide you through posting your promise for the first few days.
Some asides:
1) We don't "try" to quit, or tell others "good luck" in their quits. Again, it's about determination and balls.
2) We don't take kindly to folks who just drop in every couple of days and post. Posting every day is the whole point of why we are here. It's about accountability.
3) Reach out to your brothers via private message and exchange phone numbers. First, this allows you a contact to post roll for you if you can't get to a computer. But more importantly, it allows you a brother to reach out to whenever you get a bad craving or need someone to talk to.
4) Lastly, it is wise to develop a quit plan so you'll know exactly how to handle situations that may arise during your quit.
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Last Saturday, the 21st, was my quit day. After 10 years of 3/4-1 can day, I woke up, flushed my leftovers and threw out my spitters. I was tired of living in the lie, the shame, and what I termed tonight, the "bromance".
I came up with this term for my addiction because, honestly, that's what it is. It's like an undercover relationship I have with the can. I would sneak around my wife's back to be with it, I would end up getting denied sex when she was in the mood because she'd realize I had one in, I would run out of the house at any time and drive any distance to meet up with it, etc, etc, etc... What the hell?
As if that's not bad enough, I've realized these first few days without dip that I "romanticize" it too. My brain says, "Hunting, fishing, working on the car, the house, etc... will never be the same without you!" "Oh how can I make it through a crisp fall morning in the deer stand without you?", and on and on.
I'm a 27 year old man with the career of my dreams, married to the woman of my dreams, and living in the home of my dreams on the farm of my dreams and I think I need a ground up plant (that will kill me) to make life worth living?
FUCK THAT.
Glad the bromance is over. I'm headed over to kiss my wife with a clean, dip-free mouth and a clear conscience.
-Yote
Damn Yote I wish I'd said that! You said the things that I felt when I quit 23 days ago. Don't look back, and don't look beyond today. You can quit 1 day at a time, you've proven that so keep it up. Great to have you join in our july quit group.
pm me anytime. I'd be glad to trade #'s if you would like just pm me.
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Hey Yote, glad to see you here. Make sure you post up every day, you're on the right track and in the right place.
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Jonathan, you struck a nerve with me, that's awesome: it takes a relentless disdain for the nic bitch that has been nagging you all this time. That's exactly one of the ingredients. That's why I'm here every single day. Multiple times a day. Right now when I should be in bed because I have to wake up at 4:30am to go to work but instead am writing you. Because I hate that nic bitch more than anything in this world, more than anything in this life. She held me hostage for so many years, ordering me to leave my family so I could go sneak a dip, to take separate cars on trips so I could sneak dips, she told me "it's a 6 hour car ride, you better wrap that dip in toilet paper and make a dip pill and eat it or you won't make it", she held my nose in the corner of the room as I got my fix, hiding like a little bitch because of the lies she told me all day every day. You know what? Turns out I had the power all along. Turns out, cravings are TEMPORARY. Turns out fishing IS better without nicotine. So is mowing the lawn. So is family time. I was giddy at Christmas 2011 because I didn't have to leave to sneak a dip. I basted in the time I got to spend with my family. I hate her for all the time she stole from me. For all the extra gas I had to buy so I could drive around aimlessly trying to suck all the nicotine out of that last dip for the night, or before I got home from work, or as I ran to the grocery store. I hate her for stuffing half a can in my face when my wife would run down the road to the store, gone for 20 minutes, so I had to make the most of it. I'd inevitably get dizzy from half a can at a time, and sick. And wonder what the hell I was doing, only to do it ALL over again the next time. Bitch. I hate her because I dug through the park trashcan to retrieve my last can and people stared at me as my kids cried. She stole days, weeks, years from me that I can't get back. I just can't. I hate that bitch for the rift she (well, I) caused in my marriage because of her. We're rebuilding but it will take time.
I HAVE A RELENTLESS DISDAIN FOR NICOTINE. AHHHHHH!!!
I can hardly take it, I hate it so much. I hate trying to explain to my 5 year old that people that use nicotine aren't bad people....just don't YOU do it. What a hypocrite. I hate her for the power she has over so many of us. I hate her because, by the time you realize the depth of her power, by the time you really understand what "addiction" is, you're an addict. She has you. How do you explain to a blind kid the beauty of a blue sky with brilliant fluffy white clouds floating by, that if you squint, kind of look like horses? How do you explain to someone what it means to be addicted? Or that if you put that in your lip, you will become an addict? You simply don't. You can't. It is something you have to experience and by the time you experience it, you're DONE.
Today, you, me, and hundreds and thousands of people on KTC made our sacred promise to take our lives back. Only today. We decided to kick her in the nuts (yes, she has nuts) and show her that we know her lies. That we can live without her. And that we will do EVERYTHING IN OUR POWER to spread the word: That other addicts can live nicotine free. And it's a beautiful freedom. Like a perfect blue sky with brilliant white fluffy clouds floating by. Damn, I love it. Yote, I'm proud to be quit with you today. I'm proud you decided to be a part of this club.
Denny
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Jonathan, you struck a nerve with me, that's awesome: it takes a relentless disdain for the nic bitch that has been nagging you all this time. That's exactly one of the ingredients. That's why I'm here every single day. Multiple times a day. Right now when I should be in bed because I have to wake up at 4:30am to go to work but instead am writing you. Because I hate that nic bitch more than anything in this world, more than anything in this life. She held me hostage for so many years, ordering me to leave my family so I could go sneak a dip, to take separate cars on trips so I could sneak dips, she told me "it's a 6 hour car ride, you better wrap that dip in toilet paper and make a dip pill and eat it or you won't make it", she held my nose in the corner of the room as I got my fix, hiding like a little bitch because of the lies she told me all day every day. You know what? Turns out I had the power all along. Turns out, cravings are TEMPORARY. Turns out fishing IS better without nicotine. So is mowing the lawn. So is family time. I was giddy at Christmas 2011 because I didn't have to leave to sneak a dip. I basted in the time I got to spend with my family. I hate her for all the time she stole from me. For all the extra gas I had to buy so I could drive around aimlessly trying to suck all the nicotine out of that last dip for the night, or before I got home from work, or as I ran to the grocery store. I hate her for stuffing half a can in my face when my wife would run down the road to the store, gone for 20 minutes, so I had to make the most of it. I'd inevitably get dizzy from half a can at a time, and sick. And wonder what the hell I was doing, only to do it ALL over again the next time. Bitch. I hate her because I dug through the park trashcan to retrieve my last can and people stared at me as my kids cried. She stole days, weeks, years from me that I can't get back. I just can't. I hate that bitch for the rift she (well, I) caused in my marriage because of her. We're rebuilding but it will take time.
I HAVE A RELENTLESS DISDAIN FOR NICOTINE. AHHHHHH!!!
I can hardly take it, I hate it so much. I hate trying to explain to my 5 year old that people that use nicotine aren't bad people....just don't YOU do it. What a hypocrite. I hate her for the power she has over so many of us. I hate her because, by the time you realize the depth of her power, by the time you really understand what "addiction" is, you're an addict. She has you. How do you explain to a blind kid the beauty of a blue sky with brilliant fluffy white clouds floating by, that if you squint, kind of look like horses? How do you explain to someone what it means to be addicted? Or that if you put that in your lip, you will become an addict? You simply don't. You can't. It is something you have to experience and by the time you experience it, you're DONE.
Today, you, me, and hundreds and thousands of people on KTC made our sacred promise to take our lives back. Only today. We decided to kick her in the nuts (yes, she has nuts) and show her that we know her lies. That we can live without her. And that we will do EVERYTHING IN OUR POWER to spread the word: That other addicts can live nicotine free. And it's a beautiful freedom. Like a perfect blue sky with brilliant white fluffy clouds floating by. Damn, I love it. Yote, I'm proud to be quit with you today. I'm proud you decided to be a part of this club.
Denny
If you guys know who Jim Rome is.... RACK HIM!
I am printing this! Glad you stayed up late to add your thought. Holy shit I am so pumped now. We quit like fuck!!!
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Jonathan, you struck a nerve with me, that's awesome: it takes a relentless disdain for the nic bitch that has been nagging you all this time. That's exactly one of the ingredients. That's why I'm here every single day. Multiple times a day. Right now when I should be in bed because I have to wake up at 4:30am to go to work but instead am writing you. Because I hate that nic bitch more than anything in this world, more than anything in this life. She held me hostage for so many years, ordering me to leave my family so I could go sneak a dip, to take separate cars on trips so I could sneak dips, she told me "it's a 6 hour car ride, you better wrap that dip in toilet paper and make a dip pill and eat it or you won't make it", she held my nose in the corner of the room as I got my fix, hiding like a little bitch because of the lies she told me all day every day. You know what? Turns out I had the power all along. Turns out, cravings are TEMPORARY. Turns out fishing IS better without nicotine. So is mowing the lawn. So is family time. I was giddy at Christmas 2011 because I didn't have to leave to sneak a dip. I basted in the time I got to spend with my family. I hate her for all the time she stole from me. For all the extra gas I had to buy so I could drive around aimlessly trying to suck all the nicotine out of that last dip for the night, or before I got home from work, or as I ran to the grocery store. I hate her for stuffing half a can in my face when my wife would run down the road to the store, gone for 20 minutes, so I had to make the most of it. I'd inevitably get dizzy from half a can at a time, and sick. And wonder what the hell I was doing, only to do it ALL over again the next time. Bitch. I hate her because I dug through the park trashcan to retrieve my last can and people stared at me as my kids cried. She stole days, weeks, years from me that I can't get back. I just can't. I hate that bitch for the rift she (well, I) caused in my marriage because of her. We're rebuilding but it will take time.Â
I HAVE A RELENTLESS DISDAIN FOR NICOTINE. AHHHHHH!!!
I can hardly take it, I hate it so much. I hate trying to explain to my 5 year old that people that use nicotine aren't bad people....just don't YOU do it. What a hypocrite. I hate her for the power she has over so many of us. I hate her because, by the time you realize the depth of her power, by the time you really understand what "addiction" is, you're an addict. She has you. How do you explain to a blind kid the beauty of a blue sky with brilliant fluffy white clouds floating by, that if you squint, kind of look like horses? How do you explain to someone what it means to be addicted? Or that if you put that in your lip, you will become an addict? You simply don't. You can't. It is something you have to experience and by the time you experience it, you're DONE.Â
Today, you, me, and hundreds and thousands of people on KTC made our sacred promise to take our lives back. Only today. We decided to kick her in the nuts (yes, she has nuts) and show her that we know her lies. That we can live without her. And that we will do EVERYTHING IN OUR POWER to spread the word: That other addicts can live nicotine free. And it's a beautiful freedom. Like a perfect blue sky with brilliant white fluffy clouds floating by. Damn, I love it. Yote, I'm proud to be quit with you today. I'm proud you decided to be a part of this club. Â
Denny
If you guys know who Jim Rome is.... RACK HIM!
I am printing this! Glad you stayed up late to add your thought. Holy shit I am so pumped now. We quit like fuck!!!
Love the anger. Denny, you rock. Rack him, indeed.
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Jonathan, you struck a nerve with me, that's awesome: it takes a relentless disdain for the nic bitch that has been nagging you all this time. That's exactly one of the ingredients. That's why I'm here every single day. Multiple times a day. Right now when I should be in bed because I have to wake up at 4:30am to go to work but instead am writing you. Because I hate that nic bitch more than anything in this world, more than anything in this life. She held me hostage for so many years, ordering me to leave my family so I could go sneak a dip, to take separate cars on trips so I could sneak dips, she told me "it's a 6 hour car ride, you better wrap that dip in toilet paper and make a dip pill and eat it or you won't make it", she held my nose in the corner of the room as I got my fix, hiding like a little bitch because of the lies she told me all day every day. You know what? Turns out I had the power all along. Turns out, cravings are TEMPORARY. Turns out fishing IS better without nicotine. So is mowing the lawn. So is family time. I was giddy at Christmas 2011 because I didn't have to leave to sneak a dip. I basted in the time I got to spend with my family. I hate her for all the time she stole from me. For all the extra gas I had to buy so I could drive around aimlessly trying to suck all the nicotine out of that last dip for the night, or before I got home from work, or as I ran to the grocery store. I hate her for stuffing half a can in my face when my wife would run down the road to the store, gone for 20 minutes, so I had to make the most of it. I'd inevitably get dizzy from half a can at a time, and sick. And wonder what the hell I was doing, only to do it ALL over again the next time. Bitch. I hate her because I dug through the park trashcan to retrieve my last can and people stared at me as my kids cried. She stole days, weeks, years from me that I can't get back. I just can't. I hate that bitch for the rift she (well, I) caused in my marriage because of her. We're rebuilding but it will take time.
I HAVE A RELENTLESS DISDAIN FOR NICOTINE. AHHHHHH!!!
I can hardly take it, I hate it so much. I hate trying to explain to my 5 year old that people that use nicotine aren't bad people....just don't YOU do it. What a hypocrite. I hate her for the power she has over so many of us. I hate her because, by the time you realize the depth of her power, by the time you really understand what "addiction" is, you're an addict. She has you. How do you explain to a blind kid the beauty of a blue sky with brilliant fluffy white clouds floating by, that if you squint, kind of look like horses? How do you explain to someone what it means to be addicted? Or that if you put that in your lip, you will become an addict? You simply don't. You can't. It is something you have to experience and by the time you experience it, you're DONE.
Today, you, me, and hundreds and thousands of people on KTC made our sacred promise to take our lives back. Only today. We decided to kick her in the nuts (yes, she has nuts) and show her that we know her lies. That we can live without her. And that we will do EVERYTHING IN OUR POWER to spread the word: That other addicts can live nicotine free. And it's a beautiful freedom. Like a perfect blue sky with brilliant white fluffy clouds floating by. Damn, I love it. Yote, I'm proud to be quit with you today. I'm proud you decided to be a part of this club.
Denny
Badass stuff, Denny. I'll quit with you today, bro!
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Jonathan, you struck a nerve with me, that's awesome: it takes a relentless disdain for the nic bitch that has been nagging you all this time. That's exactly one of the ingredients. That's why I'm here every single day. Multiple times a day. Right now when I should be in bed because I have to wake up at 4:30am to go to work but instead am writing you. Because I hate that nic bitch more than anything in this world, more than anything in this life. She held me hostage for so many years, ordering me to leave my family so I could go sneak a dip, to take separate cars on trips so I could sneak dips, she told me "it's a 6 hour car ride, you better wrap that dip in toilet paper and make a dip pill and eat it or you won't make it", she held my nose in the corner of the room as I got my fix, hiding like a little bitch because of the lies she told me all day every day. You know what? Turns out I had the power all along. Turns out, cravings are TEMPORARY. Turns out fishing IS better without nicotine. So is mowing the lawn. So is family time. I was giddy at Christmas 2011 because I didn't have to leave to sneak a dip. I basted in the time I got to spend with my family. I hate her for all the time she stole from me. For all the extra gas I had to buy so I could drive around aimlessly trying to suck all the nicotine out of that last dip for the night, or before I got home from work, or as I ran to the grocery store. I hate her for stuffing half a can in my face when my wife would run down the road to the store, gone for 20 minutes, so I had to make the most of it. I'd inevitably get dizzy from half a can at a time, and sick. And wonder what the hell I was doing, only to do it ALL over again the next time. Bitch. I hate her because I dug through the park trashcan to retrieve my last can and people stared at me as my kids cried. She stole days, weeks, years from me that I can't get back. I just can't. I hate that bitch for the rift she (well, I) caused in my marriage because of her. We're rebuilding but it will take time.Â
I HAVE A RELENTLESS DISDAIN FOR NICOTINE. AHHHHHH!!!
I can hardly take it, I hate it so much. I hate trying to explain to my 5 year old that people that use nicotine aren't bad people....just don't YOU do it. What a hypocrite. I hate her for the power she has over so many of us. I hate her because, by the time you realize the depth of her power, by the time you really understand what "addiction" is, you're an addict. She has you. How do you explain to a blind kid the beauty of a blue sky with brilliant fluffy white clouds floating by, that if you squint, kind of look like horses? How do you explain to someone what it means to be addicted? Or that if you put that in your lip, you will become an addict? You simply don't. You can't. It is something you have to experience and by the time you experience it, you're DONE.Â
Today, you, me, and hundreds and thousands of people on KTC made our sacred promise to take our lives back. Only today. We decided to kick her in the nuts (yes, she has nuts) and show her that we know her lies. That we can live without her. And that we will do EVERYTHING IN OUR POWER to spread the word: That other addicts can live nicotine free. And it's a beautiful freedom. Like a perfect blue sky with brilliant white fluffy clouds floating by. Damn, I love it. Yote, I'm proud to be quit with you today. I'm proud you decided to be a part of this club. Â
Denny
If you guys know who Jim Rome is.... RACK HIM!
I am printing this! Glad you stayed up late to add your thought. Holy shit I am so pumped now. We quit like fuck!!!
Love the anger. Denny, you rock. Rack him, indeed.
GOTTA LOVE THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so pumped to keep kicking nic ass and fight on!!!!!!!!
I would say nearing the 100 day mark my anger toward nic is getting even more intense and the fact that everyday I am winning is stomping a big fat mud hole into nic's head is awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am very fortunate to be in this battle with some true badasses of quit!!!!!
KICKING NIC'S ASS ONE AWESOME DAY AT A TIME!!!!!!!!!!
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Last Saturday, the 21st, was my quit day. After 10 years of 3/4-1 can day, I woke up, flushed my leftovers and threw out my spitters. I was tired of living in the lie, the shame, and what I termed tonight, the "bromance".
I came up with this term for my addiction because, honestly, that's what it is. It's like an undercover relationship I have with the can. I would sneak around my wife's back to be with it, I would end up getting denied sex when she was in the mood because she'd realize I had one in, I would run out of the house at any time and drive any distance to meet up with it, etc, etc, etc... What the hell?
As if that's not bad enough, I've realized these first few days without dip that I "romanticize" it too. My brain says, "Hunting, fishing, working on the car, the house, etc... will never be the same without you!" "Oh how can I make it through a crisp fall morning in the deer stand without you?", and on and on.
I'm a 27 year old man with the career of my dreams, married to the woman of my dreams, and living in the home of my dreams on the farm of my dreams and I think I need a ground up plant (that will kill me) to make life worth living?
FUCK THAT.
Glad the bromance is over. I'm headed over to kiss my wife with a clean, dip-free mouth and a clear conscience.
-Yote
Good for you brother. Stay strong and stay quit. If you take advantage of this site, it works. PM me if you need any help at all.
Buddy Mac
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Glad some of you enjoyed my post. It took me until now to realize why my previous quits had failed and why I was hesitant to do it again. I viewed dip as a friend, something I was missing out on when I quit, a wonderful indulgence I was being denied. Those thoughts are gone. Anything that slowly sucks our lives away and ruins our relationships DOES NOT improve our quality of life or enjoyment thereof.
With that being said, I'd like to give a big FUCK YOU to US smokeless and the poison they call Grizzly. Keep your nasty shit!
Incredibly proud to quit with y'all today.
-Yote
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Glad some of you enjoyed my post. It took me until now to realize why my previous quits had failed and why I was hesitant to do it again. I viewed dip as a friend, something I was missing out on when I quit, a wonderful indulgence I was being denied. Those thoughts are gone. Anything that slowly sucks our lives away and ruins our relationships DOES NOT improve our quality of life or enjoyment thereof.
With that being said, I'd like to give a big FUCK YOUÂ to US smokeless and the poison they call Grizzly. Keep your nasty shit!
Incredibly proud to quit with y'all today.
-Yote
True that. My quit was the most difficult when I got nostalgic and romanticized "me time".
Once the poisonous grip of nicotine was gone, I started thinking clearly and seeing the reality of tobacco. Not only the plant but the industry as a whole. I read and researched the birth to present day of the tobacco industry.
WHAT A CROCK OF SHIT!!!! There is no concern tobacco has for customers. Most companies value their customers. Not with tobacco. If you die or quit, so be it, they know they will get more addicts. Tobacco thinks that there is an ever growing customer base. They are masters at recruiting children.
They are in bed with politicians. On April 24th, 1994, seven CEO's boldly lied under oath and were busted. (They had medical evidence that tobacco was addictive and caused cancer. They said it didn't)
That brought about the Master Tobacco Settlement Agreement. In short, Tobacco companies pay the states a yearly check. That is why the individuals can not sue or bring claims against big tobacco. No more lawsuits because they paid off the government!!!
It sounds a lot like, paying the gang for protection. It is just dirty. The product stinks and is disgusting, the CEO's running it are slimmy. The politicians allow it because they make bank on it. The consumer becomes an addict and ultimately dies from use.
This is nothing short of a domestic terrorist organization. The Government can't and won't protect us from it and they do talk out of both sides of their mouths. Only we can say, "enough!"
Well saying, "enough" starts by looking in the mirror and getting the truth out. Once we know the truth, we live by example. Being an example as an addict of tobacco is not the easy road. I know from experience that it is difficult. Today, I am sick of the time wasted on that shit. My habit gave tobacco 42 thousand dollars!!!! I supported the domestic terrorists because I was uneducated and thought I needed this stuff.
NO MORE. ENOUGH. I AM QUIT. I AM AT WAR. I will never surrender to that scam again. No money, no army, no government will every control or get me to chew. Here comes the drama. GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH. I chose to be free from that plant and the whole industry.
FUCK Em!
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Just updating my quit... more for me than anything.
I took my last dip Friday night, 4/20/12. Saturday morning I got up and flushed all my leftovers and threw out my spitter.
Saturday was the day of "the fog". Parents were in from out of town to hang out with my wife and I, and I don't even feel like I was there most of the day. Saturday night was HELL. Woke up all night with sweats and panic attacks, heart racing.
Sunday was a new day, went to church, felt positive and encouraged though still foggy.
Monday wasn't bad, Tuesday was great. Hung out with several of the guys, all non-users and bragged about my mighty 4 day quit. Guess I deserve what I got on day 5, today.
Morning was fine. Went to lunch with the wife and had a huge meal. Craved that post-meal dip something awful. Decided to go home instead of back to the office. Whole way home I made the mistake of thinking to the future, about how I was going to make it through the day-to-day at the office without that shit. Crave was in overdrive, started feeling depressed knowing my "friend" was gone for good.
Decided to take a nap to quit thinking about it. Guess what... I dreamed about it. Actually dreamed I was playing baseball with a fatty in. I haven't played baseball in years. WTH?
Got up, mad as hell about it. This is where I've failed before, the mental games. I was always able to get past the physical withdrawal but the mind games are where I'd lose every time. Not today, I posted roll and quit for today. Got on KTC chat, shared my current condition, and got the shit slapped out of me by a few of the great Vets on this site. Thanks guys.
My ghey relationship with the nic bitch is over. 'Finger'
Yote- Day 5
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Just updating my quit... more for me than anything.
I took my last dip Friday night, 4/20/12. Saturday morning I got up and flushed all my leftovers and threw out my spitter.
Saturday was the day of "the fog". Parents were in from out of town to hang out with my wife and I, and I don't even feel like I was there most of the day. Saturday night was HELL. Woke up all night with sweats and panic attacks, heart racing.
Sunday was a new day, went to church, felt positive and encouraged though still foggy.
Monday wasn't bad, Tuesday was great. Hung out with several of the guys, all non-users and bragged about my mighty 4 day quit. Guess I deserve what I got on day 5, today.
Morning was fine. Went to lunch with the wife and had a huge meal. Craved that post-meal dip something awful. Decided to go home instead of back to the office. Whole way home I made the mistake of thinking to the future, about how I was going to make it through the day-to-day at the office without that shit. Crave was in overdrive, started feeling depressed knowing my "friend" was gone for good.
Decided to take a nap to quit thinking about it. Guess what... I dreamed about it. Actually dreamed I was playing baseball with a fatty in. I haven't played baseball in years. WTH?
Got up, mad as hell about it. This is where I've failed before, the mental games. I was always able to get past the physical withdrawal but the mind games are where I'd lose every time. Not today, I posted roll and quit for today. Got on KTC chat, shared my current condition, and got the shit slapped out of me by a few of the great Vets on this site. Thanks guys.
My ghey relationship with the nic bitch is over. 'Finger'
Yote- Day 5
Hey bro - that is some great stuff, thanks for sharing. I am at Day 61 and I wish I could tell you after a certain day it has been all rosy and easy but there are some challenges ahead and they are all mental. But guess what, if my sorry addicted ass can get through them I know you can. The point is, Quit today and today only. Don't worry about tomorrow or forever, just quit today. Those words have been very important to me in my quit and as I look back on the past 61 days (minus the first 7 detox) this quit has been so much easier than all the others and that is directly related to the fact that I found KTC and have all my quit brothers helping me through this. I cannot quit alone and pretty sure everyone on here has found out that it is much easier quitting with a band of brothers to help you through.
PAIN SHARED IS PAIN DIVIDED!!!
Proud of you for fighting through and proud to be quit with you. Keep fighting and grinding - it does get easier, you are damn near through the most difficult time.
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Thanks, Suck. I'm proud to be quit with you today!
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.Just updating my quit... more for me than anything.
I took my last dip Friday night, 4/20/12. Saturday morning I got up and flushed all my leftovers and threw out my spitter.
Saturday was the day of "the fog". Parents were in from out of town to hang out with my wife and I, and I don't even feel like I was there most of the day. Saturday night was HELL. Woke up all night with sweats and panic attacks, heart racing.
Sunday was a new day, went to church, felt positive and encouraged though still foggy.
Monday wasn't bad, Tuesday was great. Hung out with several of the guys, all non-users and bragged about my mighty 4 day quit. Guess I deserve what I got on day 5, today.
Morning was fine. Went to lunch with the wife and had a huge meal. Craved that post-meal dip something awful. Decided to go home instead of back to the office. Whole way home I made the mistake of thinking to the future, about how I was going to make it through the day-to-day at the office without that shit. Crave was in overdrive, started feeling depressed knowing my "friend" was gone for good.
Decided to take a nap to quit thinking about it. Guess what... I dreamed about it. Actually dreamed I was playing baseball with a fatty in. I haven't played baseball in years. WTH?
Got up, mad as hell about it. This is where I've failed before, the mental games. I was always able to get past the physical withdrawal but the mind games are where I'd lose every time. Not today, I posted roll and quit for today. Got on KTC chat, shared my current condition, and got the shit slapped out of me by a few of the great Vets on this site. Thanks guys.
My ghey relationship with the nic bitch is over. 'Finger'
Yote- Day 5
I am right there with you Yote. Same day 5. Awesome posts.
I'm starting to really realize how many excuses I made to have a dip. Gotta took out the trash - throw one in. Gotta run to the store - throw one in. When I started cleaning shit up I found old bottles hid in my closet, cans in my dresser, under the car seat, in coats, jackets, in random drawers. The shit was everywhere.
I'm foggy as hell tonight still on Day 5. But trying to not do work as an excuse to dip, but just get the shit done and reward my self in other ways. No more sneaking around at work to get the fake nicotine courage before a big meeting and running to the bathroom to check my teeth. So sick.
Looking forward to being free of this with you. Thanks for joining and sharing.
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Day 6- went turkey hunting this morning and barely craved. First hunt sans dip.
Being quit is the shit.
-Yote
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Day 6- went turkey hunting this morning and barely craved. First hunt sans dip.
Being quit is the shit.
-Yote
Your attitude is an inspiration. You own this shit, dude. Keep it up, great to have you aboard.
There will be mental funks ahead. Only pussies fear funks; keep in mind, on the far side of each funk, the sun is shining and your freedom reigns. You will love it there. Stay strong.
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Day 6- went turkey hunting this morning and barely craved. First hunt sans dip.
Being quit is the shit.
-Yote
Your attitude is an inspiration. You own this shit, dude. Keep it up, great to have you aboard.
There will be mental funks ahead. Only pussies fear funks; keep in mind, on the far side of each funk, the sun is shining and your freedom reigns. You will love it there. Stay strong.
That's awesome. I remember my first fishing trip sans dip, I was very nervous. It was amazing, made me proud to be quit, made me proud of my decision. It was a very liberating experience. Nice job, yote.
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Yesterday made 1 week. Hell yes. A buddy brought his car by and we drank beers while changing the brake pads. Several triggers at once- not a problem. Afterwards, us and our wives hung out until late in the evening. I honestly think I was more fun to be around than I have been in a loooong time.
It's so awesome being able to just hang out and enjoy yourself without thinking about that next chance you're gonna get to cheat on everyone with the bitch.
Another breakthrough occurred earlier in the day yesterday. Wife and I got home from work and went for an ATV ride around the farm. Of course, in my past life, this would've been done with a dip in. If you've read my previous posts I, like many of you, thought this made everything better. That simply is not true. It's just the fucked up way an addict's brain justifies that next fix. The time spent together outdoors was so much sweeter without that ball and chain.
Last night, the bitch payed me a reminder of what I'm up against. I had my first cave dream. The feeling was like the sick stomach you get after receiving terrible news. Of course, my first thought was, "How am I gonna break it to the guys on KTC?" Although I've only been on here for right at a week, I respect my fellow quitters and their thoughts of me that much. We quit together one day at a time and, if I cave, it hurts not only my quit but theirs as well. That's why I can't cave today and, if tomorrow comes, I can't cave then.
I'm Yote and I'm addicted to chew. However, 8 days ago I quit like fuck and burnt the bridge that is the way back to that former lifestyle. This morning I woke up, posted roll, and quit like fuck again. If tomorrow comes I'll do the same.
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Outstanding shit Yote. Keep fighting. One day at a time.
Looks like there's a guy there without nicotine.
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Yesterday made 1 week. Hell yes. A buddy brought his car by and we drank beers while changing the brake pads. Several triggers at once- not a problem. Afterwards, us and our wives hung out until late in the evening. I honestly think I was more fun to be around than I have been in a loooong time.
It's so awesome being able to just hang out and enjoy yourself without thinking about that next chance you're gonna get to cheat on everyone with the bitch.
Another breakthrough occurred earlier in the day yesterday. Wife and I got home from work and went for an ATV ride around the farm. Of course, in my past life, this would've been done with a dip in. If you've read my previous posts I, like many of you, thought this made everything better. That simply is not true. It's just the fucked up way an addict's brain justifies that next fix. The time spent together outdoors was so much sweeter without that ball and chain.
Last night, the bitch payed me a reminder of what I'm up against. I had my first cave dream. The feeling was like the sick stomach you get after receiving terrible news. Of course, my first thought was, "How am I gonna break it to the guys on KTC?" Although I've only been on here for right at a week, I respect my fellow quitters and their thoughts of me that much. We quit together one day at a time and, if I cave, it hurts not only my quit but theirs as well. That's why I can't cave today and, if tomorrow comes, I can't cave then.
I'm Yote and I'm addicted to chew. However, 8 days ago I quit like fuck and burnt the bridge that is the way back to that former lifestyle. This morning I woke up, posted roll, and quit like fuck again. If tomorrow comes I'll do the same.
Yote,
Great post brother. I am finally realizing that things are BETTER without the bitch. It is amazing that you can still function and get things accomplished without a dip in, huh. Love your posts brother . keep em coming. STAY QUIT.
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Yesterday made 1 week. Hell yes. A buddy brought his car by and we drank beers while changing the brake pads. Several triggers at once- not a problem. Afterwards, us and our wives hung out until late in the evening. I honestly think I was more fun to be around than I have been in a loooong time.
It's so awesome being able to just hang out and enjoy yourself without thinking about that next chance you're gonna get to cheat on everyone with the bitch.
Another breakthrough occurred earlier in the day yesterday. Wife and I got home from work and went for an ATV ride around the farm. Of course, in my past life, this would've been done with a dip in. If you've read my previous posts I, like many of you, thought this made everything better. That simply is not true. It's just the fucked up way an addict's brain justifies that next fix. The time spent together outdoors was so much sweeter without that ball and chain.
Last night, the bitch payed me a reminder of what I'm up against. I had my first cave dream. The feeling was like the sick stomach you get after receiving terrible news. Of course, my first thought was, "How am I gonna break it to the guys on KTC?" Although I've only been on here for right at a week, I respect my fellow quitters and their thoughts of me that much. We quit together one day at a time and, if I cave, it hurts not only my quit but theirs as well. That's why I can't cave today and, if tomorrow comes, I can't cave then.
I'm Yote and I'm addicted to chew. However, 8 days ago I quit like fuck and burnt the bridge that is the way back to that former lifestyle. This morning I woke up, posted roll, and quit like fuck again. If tomorrow comes I'll do the same.
Yote,
Great post brother. I am finally realizing that things are BETTER without the bitch. It is amazing that you can still function and get things accomplished without a dip in, huh. Love your posts brother . keep em coming. STAY QUIT.
agree 100% I didn't even think that it was possible for me to do things without a dip!! Learning slowly 1 day at a time and 1 event at a time that "I CAN" and it is fun. A life time can't be changed overnight but I will savor each day and each new experience that I have with a new enthusiasum.
Stay Quit and Love it!!!
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Yesterday made 1 week. Hell yes. A buddy brought his car by and we drank beers while changing the brake pads. Several triggers at once- not a problem. Afterwards, us and our wives hung out until late in the evening. I honestly think I was more fun to be around than I have been in a loooong time.
It's so awesome being able to just hang out and enjoy yourself without thinking about that next chance you're gonna get to cheat on everyone with the bitch.
Another breakthrough occurred earlier in the day yesterday. Wife and I got home from work and went for an ATV ride around the farm. Of course, in my past life, this would've been done with a dip in. If you've read my previous posts I, like many of you, thought this made everything better. That simply is not true. It's just the fucked up way an addict's brain justifies that next fix. The time spent together outdoors was so much sweeter without that ball and chain.
Last night, the bitch payed me a reminder of what I'm up against. I had my first cave dream. The feeling was like the sick stomach you get after receiving terrible news. Of course, my first thought was, "How am I gonna break it to the guys on KTC?" Although I've only been on here for right at a week, I respect my fellow quitters and their thoughts of me that much. We quit together one day at a time and, if I cave, it hurts not only my quit but theirs as well. That's why I can't cave today and, if tomorrow comes, I can't cave then.
I'm Yote and I'm addicted to chew. However, 8 days ago I quit like fuck and burnt the bridge that is the way back to that former lifestyle. This morning I woke up, posted roll, and quit like fuck again. If tomorrow comes I'll do the same.
Yote,
Great post brother. I am finally realizing that things are BETTER without the bitch. It is amazing that you can still function and get things accomplished without a dip in, huh. Love your posts brother . keep em coming. STAY QUIT.
agree 100% I didn't even think that it was possible for me to do things without a dip!! Learning slowly 1 day at a time and 1 event at a time that "I CAN" and it is fun. A life time can't be changed overnight but I will savor each day and each new experience that I have with a new enthusiasum.
Stay Quit and Love it!!!
Great post Yote - thanks for sharing. Great job getting through hell week - now keep grinding it out one day at a time.
I Quit Like Fuck with ya
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Day 12.
Day 10 absolutely sucked balls. I made the mistake of getting drunk on the evening of day 9 and woke up hung over. DO NOT make yourself go through a day-long hangover this early in your quit. It turned me into a bomb that only the gheys on chat could diffuse. Went in there and raged on, they loved every minute of it.
The past 2 days have gone really well. I've learned I can not only do things outdoors without dip, but I can also get shit done in the office without it. I have had to rely more on caffeine though.
So, let's recap. Things I've learned in the last 12 days:
1) Dip makes everything worse, not better (a problem + a dip = 2 problems)
2) All those things you don't think you can do without dip, you can
3) Don't get drunk early in your quit for sure
4) Use chat, use chat, use chat. This is where I've developed relationships, which are key to this site.
5) One day at a time is for real. The second you get big balls and think you've got the nic bitch beat, she'll knock you back down. Remember bigger balls = bigger target.
6) Sometimes your quit will be minute to minute. When this happens, get support, embrace the suck and fight/quit like fuck.
7) My name's Yote, I'll always be addicted to dip, but I won't use today.
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Yote -
12 days in and I can tell you get this, proud to be a quitter with you. See you in Chat.
Copehater day 549
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Day 12.
Day 10 absolutely sucked balls. I made the mistake of getting drunk on the evening of day 9 and woke up hung over. DO NOT make yourself go through a day-long hangover this early in your quit. It turned me into a bomb that only the gheys on chat could diffuse. Went in there and raged on, they loved every minute of it.
The past 2 days have gone really well. I've learned I can not only do things outdoors without dip, but I can also get shit done in the office without it. I have had to rely more on caffeine though.
So, let's recap. Things I've learned in the last 12 days:
1) Dip makes everything worse, not better (a problem + a dip = 2 problems)
2) All those things you don't think you can do without dip, you can
3) Don't get drunk early in your quit for sure
4) Use chat, use chat, use chat. This is where I've developed relationships, which are key to this site.
5) One day at a time is for real. The second you get big balls and think you've got the nic bitch beat, she'll knock you back down. Remember bigger balls = bigger target.
6) Sometimes your quit will be minute to minute. When this happens, get support, embrace the suck and fight/quit like fuck.
7) My name's Yote, I'll always be addicted to dip, but I won't use today.
Read what you wrote often. This is good shit.
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Day 12.
Day 10 absolutely sucked balls. I made the mistake of getting drunk on the evening of day 9 and woke up hung over. DO NOT make yourself go through a day-long hangover this early in your quit. It turned me into a bomb that only the gheys on chat could diffuse. Went in there and raged on, they loved every minute of it.
The past 2 days have gone really well. I've learned I can not only do things outdoors without dip, but I can also get shit done in the office without it. I have had to rely more on caffeine though.
So, let's recap. Things I've learned in the last 12 days:
1) Dip makes everything worse, not better (a problem + a dip = 2 problems)
2) All those things you don't think you can do without dip, you can
3) Don't get drunk early in your quit for sure
4) Use chat, use chat, use chat. This is where I've developed relationships, which are key to this site.
5) One day at a time is for real. The second you get big balls and think you've got the nic bitch beat, she'll knock you back down. Remember bigger balls = bigger target.
6) Sometimes your quit will be minute to minute. When this happens, get support, embrace the suck and fight/quit like fuck.
7) My name's Yote, I'll always be addicted to dip, but I won't use today.
Read what you wrote often. This is good shit.
Missed this the first time. Glad it was recalled.
BRILLIANT! I Like Yote. He's a quitter!
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Why quit? Cancer (over a dozen different kinds), hypertension, heart failure, GI problems, financial concerns, etc. The list of sensible reasons for giving up your tobacco addiction goes on forever. The shit is bad for you. I think that point is well-established.
However I, like many of you, went on stuffing my face with the crap for over 10 years. Apparently, rotting my face off wasn't a good enough reason to quit. So what was? What was the final straw, the impetus for my quit? Well I had an idea, a vague inclination, of what it was 17 days ago. It wasn't until I'd spent a fair amount of time on this site, while struggling and dragging through my first 10 days of quit, that through the help of others I began to see a clear picture of the reason or the "theme" for my quit. Those of you who introduced me to this concept may not even be aware of it. It has a subtle way of coming up in conversation and I've only seen few members discuss it, most of those long time vets.
"Any pussy can dip. Only a man can quit." DennyX wrote that in one of his posts and you'll see it appear in my signature. The saying embodies the concept to which I refer in this post. It's a "grab yourself by the balls, pull on your big-boy pants, quit playing grabass and grow the fuck up" kind of mentality. In short, it says "man up, everybody's got shit to deal with, you're no special butterfly."
I believe (correct me if I'm wrong) this is the reason for many of the vets' quit on this site. Sure, maybe it started out as a desire to be more healthy, but if you're like me, it quickly transforms into something much bigger and more important. It's an overall life-philosophy change. A daily oath between you, your quit brothers, and your family that "today I will man the fuck up and take responsibility for myself and my actions." This new mentality has grown to infect not only my quit, but all areas of my life.
The legacy a man leaves is essentially the sum total of everything he does (or doesn't) do throughout his lifetime. This is what you'll be remembered by. Personally, I don't want my legacy or people's memories of me to include thoughts of me stuffing my face and slobbering everywhere. I don't want it to include turned-over spitters or midnight runs to the corner store because I am the nic bitch's bitch. I want to be remembered as a a man who took responsibility for myself and my actions and had the self-discipline to participate only in things that affect me and those around me for the better. That's the reason for my quit. What's yours?
I'm Yote and I'm addicted to dip, but for the last 17 days straight I've manned the fuck up with my KTC brothers and said no to the nic bitch.
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You da man, yote. This is the right attitude to have when staring down the whore.
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Freedom is good.
Keep up the good work!
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Good point. I was sick of being a slave, which I guess could be considered "any pussy can dip". It has not been easy keeping that stuff out of my mind and body for 45 days, but it sure has been worth it to man up and quit.
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Nicely done yote. Like kubrick I hated being so completely owned by nicotine. By being her little bitch. For the record, I'm not the owner of that quote, it's probably wisdom from the likes of the great souliman. Im proud to pass it along, hope you will do the same.
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Wish the heck I had said that!! Damn I was tired of being a pussy! One thing I wish, I sure wish my big boy pants would have been a little smaller than my pussy pants. Oh well something for another day.
Yote I'm proud to be quit with you!