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Community => Introductions => Topic started by: laxdog on May 10, 2014, 05:33:00 PM
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I am a 53 year old who lives in Annapolis MD (Naptown) I started chewing Skoal my freshman year of college. US tobacco would come around and offer us free sleeves by the dozen. I can still taste those first tins with the cardboard bottom and remember getting all excited if the date on the bottom was only a few days old. I cannot remember a day since that I have not chewed. It seems that every thing I enjoy involves a chew. The car, the boat, walking the dog, playing golf, taking a dump, reading a good, browsing the net, watching porn, and TV, I even play lacrosse with a chew in..helmet and all. I can't say it ever bothered me. I simply love chewing. I am sure that my three daughters and lovely wife do not share that sentiment. Despite this disgusting habit, I have lead what most would consider a very successful life. For some reason, the only place I don't chew ,and rarely have cravings ,is in the office.
Anyhow. Last night I was actually searching the net for the best place to by fresh Skoal since we had moved a few months ago across town. A fate would have it this site came up. I read through everything. The article about 100 reasons to quit really got me thinking. So this morning I was determined to get started. As I was signing up, I asked my wife what the date was. "May 10th...its your moms birthday you idiot". WOW. My mom had died of lung cancer 18 years ago. Yesterday, it never even crossed my mind and today I am determined to quit. My wife finished her last day of radiation for breast cancer on Friday and my oldest daughter got engaged last Sat. I have to damn much to live for and need to fucking Kick the Can.
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I am a 53 year old who lives in Annapolis MD (Naptown) I started chewing Skoal my freshman year of college. US tobacco would come around and offer us free sleeves by the dozen. I can still taste those first tins with the cardboard bottom and remember getting all excited if the date on the bottom was only a few days old. I cannot remember a day since that I have not chewed. It seems that every thing I enjoy involves a chew. The car, the boat, walking the dog, playing golf, taking a dump, reading a good, browsing the net, watching porn, and TV, I even play lacrosse with a chew in..helmet and all. I can't say it ever bothered me. I simply love chewing. I am sure that my three daughters and lovely wife do not share that sentiment. Despite this disgusting habit, I have lead what most would consider a very successful life. For some reason, the only place I don't chew ,and rarely have cravings ,is in the office.
Anyhow. Last night I was actually searching the net for the best place to by fresh Skoal since we had moved a few months ago across town. A fate would have it this site came up. I read through everything. The article about 100 reasons to quit really got me thinking. So this morning I was determined to get started. As I was signing up, I asked my wife what the date was. "May 10th...its your moms birthday you idiot". WOW. My mom had died of lung cancer 18 years ago. Yesterday, it never even crossed my mind and today I am determined to quit. My wife finished her last day of radiation for breast cancer on Friday and my oldest daughter got engaged last Sat. I have to damn much to live for and need to fucking Kick the Can.
If you really want to quit nicotine/tobacco then you must push all your chips in now. This is the right place to quit and to stay quit. But you must follow the Ktc program to the letter. If you are half assed you will probably fail. Make no mistake about it, you are an addict.
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Lax - I'm day 6 so a fellow Augustian. My first 4 were rough with the last 2 days a touch better. The number 1 thing that helped me was knowing that I am quit and that I will go to bed tonight still quit. Not a day at a time but first few days it was an hour at a time. I took some of the vets advice and began reading the intros and hall of fame pages. The more time you spend on the site reading in the early days, the more successful you will be creating the mindset needed to conquer nicotine. So far it's working for me.
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The KTC plan is simple really.
1. Promise today, to us and yourself that you will not use nicotine in any form for 24 hours. If your word means anything and you have pair hanging down there, you will honor your word! Sometimes you may need to even shorten this promise into minutes or hours to survive, that is okay.
2. Repeat this process everyday.........
3. Remember you are an addict and as such you may never touch nicotine again in any form. Yes you are a nicotine addict, like all of us on this site. Sometimes this helps us to realize or remind us if you already knew this about being an addict. I'll tell you this, I never quit until I made that determination in my head that I was addicted to the bitch and KTC showed me the light. I stopped several times over the 25+ years I used but never quit till now.
4. Your intro was a lot like mine or many on here, the way you slobber and say you love to dip. Dip is the enemy, she is the nicotine bitch and she got you thinking that you really enjoy her and never really thought you needed to quit. How she has been such a great part of your enjoyment in the things you do. Well my friend, she is a fu%$ing cancer causing whore who you would have been better off never meeting and now she has wrapped her tentacles all over your brain, making you think that you need her, you want her. You would be better off if you can learn to hate her and hate US Tobacco. All they want is your money and nothing more. You are a statistic, a number for them. Go tell them to take a flying......you know what.
Welcome aboard and quit with you today.
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The KTC plan is simple really.
1. Promise today, to us and yourself that you will not use nicotine in any form for 24 hours. If your word means anything and you have pair hanging down there, you will honor your word! Sometimes you may need to even shorten this promise into minutes or hours to survive, that is okay.
2. Repeat this process everyday.........
3. Remember you are an addict and as such you may never touch nicotine again in any form. Yes you are a nicotine addict, like all of us on this site. Sometimes this helps us to realize or remind us if you already knew this about being an addict. I'll tell you this, I never quit until I made that determination in my head that I was addicted to the bitch and KTC showed me the light. I stopped several times over the 25+ years I used but never quit till now.
4. Your intro was a lot like mine or many on here, the way you slobber and say you love to dip. Dip is the enemy, she is the nicotine bitch and she got you thinking that you really enjoy her and never really thought you needed to quit. How she has been such a great part of your enjoyment in the things you do. Well my friend, she is a fu%$ing cancer causing whore who you would have been better off never meeting and now she has wrapped her tentacles all over your brain, making you think that you need her, you want her. You would be better off if you can learn to hate her and hate US Tobacco. All they want is your money and nothing more. You are a statistic, a number for them. Go tell them to take a flying......you know what.
Welcome aboard and quit with you today.
You simply love chewing? I felt the same way in the beginning. 169 days if freedom and I can honestly say that I hate chewing and the tobacco companies making billions off of dealing death. If you want freedom enough, and are serious enough you can be free too. Post roll everyday, make some friends to lean on. Welcome!
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Thanks guys. It has been a long day, with the last few hours have been the worst. I usually go to bed around 12, but going to give it a go right now and hopefully book day 1. This is going to get interesting. I have 2 very stressful meetings this week and then its off to the Keys to fish with a group of guys. We have been going for 20 some years. There are 10 of us and everyone dips. I am the only one who is addicted. For them its a once a year thing. I am sure they will all be cool with my quitting, but it will be one heck of a test of my resolve. I cannot remember a day in the last 30 years where I actually had the desire to not chew for a day let alone making it.
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Thanks guys. It has been a long day, with the last few hours have been the worst. I usually go to bed around 12, but going to give it a go right now and hopefully book day 1. This is going to get interesting. I have 2 very stressful meetings this week and then its off to the Keys to fish with a group of guys. We have been going for 20 some years. There are 10 of us and everyone dips. I am the only one who is addicted. For them its a once a year thing. I am sure they will all be cool with my quitting, but it will be one heck of a test of my resolve. I cannot remember a day in the last 30 years where I actually had the desire to not chew for a day let alone making it.
Good to see you post roll today laxdog. Do that every day and keep your word and you will be successful. Load up on the seeds, fake chew, mints, jerky and whatever else will help you not stuff the nic dog shit in your mouth. I doubt that you are the only addict in the group if they all chew. If they aren't addicted yet, they will be if they aren't careful. Enjoy the trip. The first time you can enjoy the keys without the nic bitch.
This is gonna suck until at some point it doesn't. It will get better but remember how much these early days suck so you don't ever repeat them.
Quit with you.
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Thanks guys. It has been a long day, with the last few hours have been the worst. I usually go to bed around 12, but going to give it a go right now and hopefully book day 1. This is going to get interesting. I have 2 very stressful meetings this week and then its off to the Keys to fish with a group of guys. We have been going for 20 some years. There are 10 of us and everyone dips. I am the only one who is addicted. For them its a once a year thing. I am sure they will all be cool with my quitting, but it will be one heck of a test of my resolve. I cannot remember a day in the last 30 years where I actually had the desire to not chew for a day let alone making it.
Good to see you post roll today laxdog. Do that every day and keep your word and you will be successful. Load up on the seeds, fake chew, mints, jerky and whatever else will help you not stuff the nic dog shit in your mouth. I doubt that you are the only addict in the group if they all chew. If they aren't addicted yet, they will be if they aren't careful. Enjoy the trip. The first time you can enjoy the keys without the nic bitch.
This is gonna suck until at some point it doesn't. It will get better but remember how much these early days suck so you don't ever repeat them.
Quit with you.
Are you up for this fight? Are you going to win? Do you have the "want"? How determined are you? Do you realize most if not all of your fishing buddies are probably lying about not being addicts? How bad do you want this?
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I am a 53 year old who lives in Annapolis MD (Naptown) I started chewing Skoal my freshman year of college. US tobacco would come around and offer us free sleeves by the dozen. I can still taste those first tins with the cardboard bottom and remember getting all excited if the date on the bottom was only a few days old. I cannot remember a day since that I have not chewed. It seems that every thing I enjoy involves a chew. The car, the boat, walking the dog, playing golf, taking a dump, reading a good, browsing the net, watching porn, and TV, I even play lacrosse with a chew in..helmet and all. I can't say it ever bothered me. I simply love chewing. I am sure that my three daughters and lovely wife do not share that sentiment. Despite this disgusting habit, I have lead what most would consider a very successful life. For some reason, the only place I don't chew ,and rarely have cravings ,is in the office.
Anyhow. Last night I was actually searching the net for the best place to by fresh Skoal since we had moved a few months ago across town. A fate would have it this site came up. I read through everything. The article about 100 reasons to quit really got me thinking. So this morning I was determined to get started. As I was signing up, I asked my wife what the date was. "May 10th...its your moms birthday you idiot". WOW. My mom had died of lung cancer 18 years ago. Yesterday, it never even crossed my mind and today I am determined to quit. My wife finished her last day of radiation for breast cancer on Friday and my oldest daughter got engaged last Sat. I have to damn much to live for and need to fucking Kick the Can.
Imagine this... I say this because you are pretty close to my age so you've probably thought about why you are killing yourself... Your in the hospital laying in your bed..... Half your jaw is missing... Pain unbelievable... But you manage to get out these words to your family ..." I loved this dip too much" not even thinking that you have completely ruined your life and theirs... This isn't enjoyment to dip bub. It is straight down the line addiction to a powerful drug... I am not sure you see that yet or ever will but I really hope you do soon.... When you get in here for sure read my HOF speech... It will sound familiar...
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Believe me I hear you guys. I have not seen my wife this happy in a long time. She really wants this to happen and I am more than a bit surprised that i want it even more. We spent the day out on the boat. It was a beautiful spring day. I caught myself so many times thinking "wouldn't it be nice to pop in a skoal" . I need to try the water thing. Going to try and make this happen without the aid of anything new to feed my oral fixation. I am really tired of buying a new car and promising to never chew in it and then spill a full cup on the controls. Spit cups can kiss my ass. Never again. Day 2 is over halfway done.
What is the proper way to post. Do I hit post reply or do the whole cut and past thing like roll call?
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Yes, a happy wife is just another reason I quit with you today. A happy wife just make the day that much smoother.
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Believe me I hear you guys. I have not seen my wife this happy in a long time. She really wants this to happen and I am more than a bit surprised that i want it even more. We spent the day out on the boat. It was a beautiful spring day. I caught myself so many times thinking "wouldn't it be nice to pop in a skoal" . I need to try the water thing. Going to try and make this happen without the aid of anything new to feed my oral fixation. I am really tired of buying a new car and promising to never chew in it and then spill a full cup on the controls. Spit cups can kiss my ass. Never again. Day 2 is over halfway done.
What is the proper way to post. Do I hit post reply or do the whole cut and past thing like roll call?
You are doing everything just right. don't worry about the protocols just yet, they will all come to you. You just keep quitting, get past the initial shock (we call fog) to your body and then let's beat all of the mind games. In a couple of weeks you will start to see the light. Listen to Doc as well, he helped me get through my first 100 days. You have all the support you need, please use it and you will never regret it. Quitting nicotine is almost like getting a new chance and life. Hang in there, we know it's tough for a few days but sooooo worth it.
Mogul
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Believe me I hear you guys. I have not seen my wife this happy in a long time. She really wants this to happen and I am more than a bit surprised that i want it even more. We spent the day out on the boat. It was a beautiful spring day. I caught myself so many times thinking "wouldn't it be nice to pop in a skoal" . I need to try the water thing. Going to try and make this happen without the aid of anything new to feed my oral fixation. I am really tired of buying a new car and promising to never chew in it and then spill a full cup on the controls. Spit cups can kiss my ass. Never again. Day 2 is over halfway done.
What is the proper way to post. Do I hit post reply or do the whole cut and past thing like roll call?
Glad to hear your wife is happy. Mine was too. Quit for yourself though, not her! And the next time your brain says wouldn't it be nice to pop in a skoal just say back "RIGHT!, if I did that anymore I would" I had to say that to myself a lot and I still do after 237 days... There are lots of triggers that you will need to identify soon, and just deal with it man. You don't dip anymore!!! What hit me the hardest was the depression of not having skoal anymore to take the edge off of everything. It's what this drug does. What a joke to think life is one big dipper. Read my HOF speech.... It will sound familiar to you...... I quit with you today!!!
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Man this afternoon has been tough. Quitting sounds so goof on paper, but I am having a tough time with the concept of forever. I know its the fucking nic talking, but the concept of never chewing again is depressing. It really is beginning to piss me off that my level of happiness is directly tied to that stupid green can, but that is how it feels. Just 5 more hours until the 72 hour mark, which supposedly marks the end of the physical addiction part.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. I have read your HOF speech Doc and we do sound a lot alike. I just have to trust you guys that there is gold at the end of the rainbow. I just want to sleep, which is not like me at all. My daughters complain that I never sit down.
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Man this afternoon has been tough. Quitting sounds so goof on paper, but I am having a tough time with the concept of forever. I know its the fucking nic talking, but the concept of never chewing again is depressing. It really is beginning to piss me off that my level of happiness is directly tied to that stupid green can, but that is how it feels. Just 5 more hours until the 72 hour mark, which supposedly marks the end of the physical addiction part.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. I have read your HOF speech Doc and we do sound a lot alike. I just have to trust you guys that there is gold at the end of the rainbow. I just want to sleep, which is not like me at all. My daughters complain that I never sit down.
You got a lot to learn, but the good news is you're learning. The hard way...which is the only way. A few things for you to think about
1)stop thinking about forever and think only about today. I'm just over 5 months in and I only think about today. Ask the guy who is 2000 days in,...he thinks only about today. When we post roll, we post roll every day for that day...making that promise, that pledge, that oath not to use nicotine for that day.
2) Quit for you. It's not about how happy your wife or kids are about this; its about you. You've probably "tried" to quit before for all those who want you to quit...and I bet you ended up at square one, every time. Hence you're here. You quit for you.
3) Being quit, talking about being quit, posting roll, quitting with an online support group - used to sound corny, now it is your bread and butter. We are the cool people and we want you to hang out with us; the losers try to quit on their own and usually fail (I was one of those). I now have friends; those I talk to weekly; through this site...because it's F'in cool.
Lastly, re-read your intro in a few days. Look at the stuff you're saying. "Love dipping" "Happinesss directly tied to the can" "quitting sounds goof on paper" ...etc. When the fog lifts and the quitter before you is revealed in the mirror; you will be a different person, still an addict, just different. When you realize your freedom, you won't recognize the slave.
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Man this afternoon has been tough. Quitting sounds so goof on paper, but I am having a tough time with the concept of forever. I know its the fucking nic talking, but the concept of never chewing again is depressing. It really is beginning to piss me off that my level of happiness is directly tied to that stupid green can, but that is how it feels. Just 5 more hours until the 72 hour mark, which supposedly marks the end of the physical addiction part.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. I have read your HOF speech Doc and we do sound a lot alike. I just have to trust you guys that there is gold at the end of the rainbow. I just want to sleep, which is not like me at all. My daughters complain that I never sit down.
You got a lot to learn, but the good news is you're learning. The hard way...which is the only way. A few things for you to think about
1)stop thinking about forever and think only about today. I'm just over 5 months in and I only think about today. Ask the guy who is 2000 days in,...he thinks only about today. When we post roll, we post roll every day for that day...making that promise, that pledge, that oath not to use nicotine for that day.
2) Quit for you. It's not about how happy your wife or kids are about this; its about you. You've probably "tried" to quit before for all those who want you to quit...and I bet you ended up at square one, every time. Hence you're here. You quit for you.
3) Being quit, talking about being quit, posting roll, quitting with an online support group - used to sound corny, now it is your bread and butter. We are the cool people and we want you to hang out with us; the losers try to quit on their own and usually fail (I was one of those). I now have friends; those I talk to weekly; through this site...because it's F'in cool.
Lastly, re-read your intro in a few days. Look at the stuff you're saying. "Love dipping" "Happinesss directly tied to the can" "quitting sounds goof on paper" ...etc. When the fog lifts and the quitter before you is revealed in the mirror; you will be a different person, still an addict, just different. When you realize your freedom, you won't recognize the slave.
^^^^^^ ditto
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Man this afternoon has been tough. Quitting sounds so goof on paper, but I am having a tough time with the concept of forever. I know its the fucking nic talking, but the concept of never chewing again is depressing. It really is beginning to piss me off that my level of happiness is directly tied to that stupid green can, but that is how it feels. Just 5 more hours until the 72 hour mark, which supposedly marks the end of the physical addiction part.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. I have read your HOF speech Doc and we do sound a lot alike. I just have to trust you guys that there is gold at the end of the rainbow. I just want to sleep, which is not like me at all. My daughters complain that I never sit down.
On day 41 here and I still get that millisecond of "joy" after dinner (or after any other trigger) when I *THINK* I'm going to get a dip. It's during that millisecond gap between the trigger and then remembering that I did quit today that you get a burst of so called "joy" which, once you realize you did quit, that I think the brain comes up whit the depressed feelings.
No lies, day 41 is not a walk in the park, but every single day I have added a +1 it has gotten easier and easier to resist urges and the depression gets replaced with more and more positive feelings and a genuine hatred of dip.
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Man this afternoon has been tough. Quitting sounds so goof on paper, but I am having a tough time with the concept of forever. I know its the fucking nic talking, but the concept of never chewing again is depressing. It really is beginning to piss me off that my level of happiness is directly tied to that stupid green can, but that is how it feels. Just 5 more hours until the 72 hour mark, which supposedly marks the end of the physical addiction part.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. I have read your HOF speech Doc and we do sound a lot alike. I just have to trust you guys that there is gold at the end of the rainbow. I just want to sleep, which is not like me at all. My daughters complain that I never sit down.
You got a lot of great information in here my friend so hope you listen to all that is said. Incorporate in what you may but in everything think of this......Why are people Successful in their quit on this site?
Well it is that Accountability that we have by making a promise each and every day not to use for that 1 day.
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It is that Brotherhood that we build as we reach out to one another to help, as we watch over one another, and even taking it outside of the realm of quit to meet in person to become friends (and yes involve the whole family).
you can do this, just be smart about it and remember us.
yell if you need anything
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Man this afternoon has been tough. Quitting sounds so goof on paper, but I am having a tough time with the concept of forever. I know its the fucking nic talking, but the concept of never chewing again is depressing. It really is beginning to piss me off that my level of happiness is directly tied to that stupid green can, but that is how it feels. Just 5 more hours until the 72 hour mark, which supposedly marks the end of the physical addiction part.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. I have read your HOF speech Doc and we do sound a lot alike. I just have to trust you guys that there is gold at the end of the rainbow. I just want to sleep, which is not like me at all. My daughters complain that I never sit down.
There's hellacious gold at the end and it will be something like this:
Walk outside one day and realize how bright and clear everything is
Realize that you won't die from not dipping skoal
Realize that you can live life without a dip in
Wake up one morning and realize you don't need skoal anymore. Or have just a dream about dipping and wake up realizing it was just that, a friggin dream!!!!
Realize that there is a great chance that you will never need skoal again!(I'm close.....real close)
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
That is an awesome victory. Huge. Absolutely huge. You should feel extremely proud of your resolve in that situation. Great post and thanks for sharing that...it makes my quit stronger reading shit like that.
Laxdog, the badass MF'n quitter has arrived. I quit with that any day brother.
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
That is an awesome victory. Huge. Absolutely huge. You should feel extremely proud of your resolve in that situation. Great post and thanks for sharing that...it makes my quit stronger reading shit like that.
Laxdog, the badass MF'n quitter has arrived. I quit with that any day brother.
Dang, you are rockin this man! keep it up! you have some great support and knowledgeable quitters watching you. Keep up the good work-- it's tough but its so worth it you can't even imagine!
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
Fantastic man. You are beating this!! Now get up today and do it again. Soon the days won't be so whacked out by your addiction. A few more days and it will get out of your system. Not easy days but better...
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
Fantastic man. You are beating this!! Now get up today and do it again. Soon the days won't be so whacked out by your addiction. A few more days and it will get out of your system. Not easy days but better...
All normal stuff brother.
You're doing it, doing it, doing it....ODAAT and your quit days will stack up quickly and I promise you it gets much, much better.
Welcome to the best of your life.
Post roll
keep your word
wake and repeat
40,001 are doing it.
You're not alone.
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Damn! I started reading this thread, and started off with concern. After the first post I was convinced it would have a sad ending of a man who disappeared without posting day 2 or 3. "love Chew"? That never goes over well here or in our addictions. But as I read I saw a quitter coming out. I love it. It reminded me of where I was almost 6 months ago. My concept of addiction was so warped. Our addicted brains make us THINK we love something that we all hate so much that we are willing to go through this hell of quitting. NOTHING about this is easy, But a very wise man said once that "it will suck until one day it doesn't". And that day is so much closer then you think. At almost 6 months I look back and cannot believe how the time has flown and how well life has progressed. Quitting chew did not ruin my life. I still preformed well at work. I was not demoted or fired. My wife did not leave me. I remember sitting at a gas station one day for 20 minutes, exited my car at least twice only to get back in without going inside. I clearly remember the struggle I had as I battled the NIC BITCH'S taunts. I won that day and have won every day since. Today I may have a fleeting thought of chew, but it is so brief that I'm not always sure it even formed completely. I tell you this so that you can know that this IS all normal and it will get better. The pride of being quit can carry you through a lot. The concept of "ONE DAY AT A TIME" is hard to grasp sometimes, but it is what makes this work. When you fully understand it and live by it, you will feel peace. Each day is a victory. Even at day 3! Chewing today would mean you gave up all the time you worked hard for. And I know damn well that the last 3 days have been a struggle. It takes big balls to quit. I'm 32 yrs old and my balls finally dropped 6 months ago. Quit on bro!
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
laxdog, thank you for posting this. This post has made my quit stronger by reading it. Damn proud to be quit with a bad ass like yourself!
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
laxdog, thank you for posting this. This post has made my quit stronger by reading it. Damn proud to be quit with a bad ass like yourself!
Just think, with that irritable bowel you'll be shitting without spitting on your dick.
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
laxdog, thank you for posting this. This post has made my quit stronger by reading it. Damn proud to be quit with a bad ass like yourself!
Just think, with that irritable bowel you'll be shitting without spitting on your dick.
Reason number 176 to quit dip....no more splattering the frank n beans when taking a dump. We've all done it and here is to never doing it again!
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
laxdog, thank you for posting this. This post has made my quit stronger by reading it. Damn proud to be quit with a bad ass like yourself!
Just think, with that irritable bowel you'll be shitting without spitting on your dick.
Reason number 176 to quit dip....no more splattering the frank n beans when taking a dump. We've all done it and here is to never doing it again!
I'm not sure if Ginet has done it or not, but 224 probably has :D
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Small triumph. I had a very important client meeting today. I was presenting to the full board, which is always stressful. The real stress for me was the hour plus drive into DC, without a skoal. The traffic was horrendous and I was cutting it close. I could feel myself getting more and more irritated and "the fog" was thick. The meeting went fine, but on the way home, when I stopped for gas, I was literally shaking as I approached the counter. Right behind the clerk was my golden ticket, buy somehow I overcame one hell of a craving and drove the hour home in misery. I have a headache, the shakes, and irritable bowel syndrome. I guess all of this is normal.
laxdog, thank you for posting this. This post has made my quit stronger by reading it. Damn proud to be quit with a bad ass like yourself!
Just think, with that irritable bowel you'll be shitting without spitting on your dick.
Reason number 176 to quit dip....no more splattering the frank n beans when taking a dump. We've all done it and here is to never doing it again!
Man you are rocking the hell out of this quit. You have made it this far you can make it through today. Remember you are not worried about making it through tomorrow or this week or next week, your main focus is today. I was where you were 30 odd days ago and I'm nowhere near as experienced as some of these badass quitters, but now, on day 40, I can promise you that it gets a hell of a lot better. If you haven't yet, make sure you print out the contract to quit and put it in your wallet right next to your credit/debit card so that the next time you are in the gas station and you are tempted to buy the bitch you see that contract and will be instantly reminded of the consequences of caving. It will NEVER be worth letting that bitch win. Trust me, it does get better and you will be amazed and how quickly the body starts to heal itself and how the mind will start to make new pathways to happiness.
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I am starting to see why this site works. Today was much easier. The fog has lifted and there were times when I even felt a bit euphoric. I quickly caught myself in a trap where my brain was saying "that was so easy, go ahead and pop one in and then you can easily go back to the quit". Did not let the bitch get me though..Never again for any reason.
Work was fine,but I never dip then anyway. After work I immediately jumped on the boat and went fishing. It was dead slack tide, so I kicked back to some tunes. That's when a major crave hit me. Luckily I was in the middle of bay with no skoal. I need to get it through my head that dip is not a solution to boredom. When I got back to the dock, I immediately jumped on KTC and read the encouraging posts and can honestly say they helped. and yes..It was a great dump.
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Hopefully your cans are empty or gone. I kept my last can after flushing the contents as a trophy and have physically removed all reminders of that life from my environment.
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All Nic cans are out of the house. My first shipment of the herbal stuff came today. I had not planned on using it because it still involves all the nastiness of the habit, but after today, I had to pop one in. It feels and tastes like the real thing. I really thought I was over the hump,but today at work was the worst I have felt. Just plain down in the dumps and felling lousy. Held strong, but not feeling too good about myself right now.
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All Nic cans are out of the house. My first shipment of the herbal stuff came today. I had not planned on using it because it still involves all the nastiness of the habit, but after today, I had to pop one in. It feels and tastes like the real thing. I really thought I was over the hump,but today at work was the worst I have felt. Just plain down in the dumps and felling lousy. Held strong, but not feeling too good about myself right now.
Head up soldier you're kicking the Nic bitch's ass. You're past the physical withdrawal portion it's all mental games at this point. Be proud and stay tough. You are winning.
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All Nic cans are out of the house. My first shipment of the herbal stuff came today. I had not planned on using it because it still involves all the nastiness of the habit, but after today, I had to pop one in. It feels and tastes like the real thing. I really thought I was over the hump,but today at work was the worst I have felt. Just plain down in the dumps and felling lousy. Held strong, but not feeling too good about myself right now.
Head up soldier you're kicking the Nic bitch's ass. You're past the physical withdrawal portion it's all mental games at this point. Be proud and stay tough. You are winning.
The heck with any conception of being over the hump, and with any feeling bad about yourself! You promised to quit today, and you are doing that. Just worry about that. Get through the day. Thats the whole focus. You're doing it-- feel good about that! whatver it takes to not put the poison in, that's what you do. If you do that, you get a victory for the day. If you keep doing that, you will feel great as time passes by. It gets so much better you won't believe it-- just be kind to yourself as you fight the early battles, all you have to do is win, it doesn't matter how. The nic bitch doesn't hold back trying to trick you, so there is no set of rules for you in fighting her either- just win.
VERY Glad to see you doing this and to quit with you!
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Man this afternoon has been tough. Quitting sounds so goof on paper, but I am having a tough time with the concept of forever. I know its the fucking nic talking, but the concept of never chewing again is depressing. It really is beginning to piss me off that my level of happiness is directly tied to that stupid green can, but that is how it feels. Just 5 more hours until the 72 hour mark, which supposedly marks the end of the physical addiction part.
Thanks for the encouragement guys. I have read your HOF speech Doc and we do sound a lot alike. I just have to trust you guys that there is gold at the end of the rainbow. I just want to sleep, which is not like me at all. My daughters complain that I never sit down.
You got a lot to learn, but the good news is you're learning. The hard way...which is the only way. A few things for you to think about
1)stop thinking about forever and think only about today. I'm just over 5 months in and I only think about today. Ask the guy who is 2000 days in,...he thinks only about today. When we post roll, we post roll every day for that day...making that promise, that pledge, that oath not to use nicotine for that day.
2) Quit for you. It's not about how happy your wife or kids are about this; its about you. You've probably "tried" to quit before for all those who want you to quit...and I bet you ended up at square one, every time. Hence you're here. You quit for you.
3) Being quit, talking about being quit, posting roll, quitting with an online support group - used to sound corny, now it is your bread and butter. We are the cool people and we want you to hang out with us; the losers try to quit on their own and usually fail (I was one of those). I now have friends; those I talk to weekly; through this site...because it's F'in cool.
Lastly, re-read your intro in a few days. Look at the stuff you're saying. "Love dipping" "Happinesss directly tied to the can" "quitting sounds goof on paper" ...etc. When the fog lifts and the quitter before you is revealed in the mirror; you will be a different person, still an addict, just different. When you realize your freedom, you won't recognize the slave.
Great words ^^^^^^!
Quitting sounds so goof on paper,
You know whats really goof? You suckling with the poison day in and day out. Giving your hard earned money for something that does absolutely nothing for you but take. Loving a dirty, disgusting stinky poison more than yourself, wife, kids and family.
Quitting sounds damn right cool my friend. Give yourself a high five my man. Your one cool mutha!
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I'm the same age as you and also started dipping in college. Also was successful and now retired until I can figure something else out to do. I'm at day 71 and my advice to you is to not look ahead to 'better days' and don't worry about whether you are 'over the hump'. You aren't quitting to make yourself feel good! You are quitting to save your life! It's just that simple. At 71 days, I don't feel good at all. I still crave the stuff several times a day. Quitting doesn't feel good and I don't know how long it will take for either of us to get over the cravings. Just keep posting roll and take it one day at a time.
I'm with you on this.
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I have been chewing Smokey Mountain Wintergreen like a banshee since it arrived this afternoon. All my triggers are being fulfilled. I hit the live chatroom and a great guy (Cbird I think) said don't sweat it. It just seems to much like the real deal that I can easily see myself falling into the same habit with the fake stuff. Do any of you old timers continue to chew the fake stuff. I would like to know that weaning of this stuff will be easy, as I want to get rid of spit cups from my life.
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I have been chewing Smokey Mountain Wintergreen like a banshee since it arrived this afternoon. All my triggers are being fulfilled. I hit the live chatroom and a great guy (Cbird I think) said don't sweat it. It just seems to much like the real deal that I can easily see myself falling into the same habit with the fake stuff. Do any of you old timers continue to chew the fake stuff. I would like to know that weaning of this stuff will be easy, as I want to get rid of spit cups from my life.
Personal opinion,, worry about staying quit for a while. Whatever it takes! I used the fake until the 40s. Tossed it and maybe picked it up one more time in the 70s i think. The first 2 to 3 weeks is really difficult, at least it was for me. Hang in there. If worrying about fake is keeping you quit, so be it. Quit with you today.
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Laxdog, I'm at Day 43, and had a rough go yesterday, especially at work, but I am able to hit this site, and it kept me quit, just like you did. Based on my quit, I seem to have 4 good days, 2 bad days, and 1 GREAT day a week, which is awesome compared to weeks 1 2. Damn proud to be quit with you today and using this awesome resource called the KTC with you today.
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Great quit going on here! The nicotine is the addiction, and nic free fake dip is not addictive. IMO anything nic free is fine to stuff in your gob. The distraction is often all you need to take the edge of a craving and move on. You will eventually loose the oral fixation, but right now just worry about staying nic free. I used the fake dip hard for the first month or so then mostly sunflower seeds. Now I just chew gum, but I still keep the fake dip around should I ever need it. Keep fighting! You are closer than you think to a better place.
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I'm a HUGE proponent of the fake stuff. I chewed it all day every day for a good 220+ days into my quit. Then one day... I just didn't.
There are some that will tell you to get rid of everything including the fake as soon as possible to get you away from the habit of your addiction. Personally, I look a the fake as a very powerful tool in your quit arsenal.
I've said it often and I'll repeat it here...
I'd rather chew a can/day of the fake stuff for the rest of my life than to ever have another dip of Kodiak.
Keep up the great work my man!
~ Chewie
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Just got back from a pleasant friday casual dinner out with my wife. When the waitress asks about dessert, I always jump right in with a resounding NO. My wife of course always veto's that call and orders the "fat ass special of the night". She orders it, not the piss me off, or for her ass. (She is quite pert), but to have a bite. I always grouse that its a waste of money and am promptly told to STFU. Anyone who knows me, knows I do not give a shit about money. I now understand the real reason for my altitude...I was having a NIC fit. Every meal for the past 33 years has been ruined by that fucking bitch.
I just finished packing for a fishing trip to the keys with guys who were there when I met the bitch. They actually like her and don't understand why their wives think she is such a bitch. Unlike a lot of you,I am not a ninja dipper. I would dip at parties, in friends homes, in front of guests at our home. I obviously would not dip if the social situation warranted having a flat lip, but anytime I was comfortable in the situation I had a lipper. Most, if not all ,of the dudes that were friends with my daughters, thought I was cool. So all seven of my buddies wives have seen me with a dip in, but would kick their husbands ass if seen with the same. Every one of them has said at some point over the past 30 years that "you need to quit that shit". Yeah, I would laugh. What a fucking idiot I have been. If I was the lone smoker in the group my actions would never have been tolerated. For some reason dipping is still cool among most weekend warriors in the fishing world. So I have been a bit worried about this trip. I have no doubt that they will all respect the quit, but I also know their will be a good deal of merriment when we are not slaying some poon....Tarpon that is. I have not had another dip of the fake shit today. I am treating it like the bitch herself, so if I get the urge to cave, I will cheat with "Smokey Mountain". I leave at 6 am, so will post roll in am. We should have wifi, so i should not miss roll. Regardless, I will Never Again for Any Reason. Lets do this quit my August Bros.
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Just got back from a pleasant friday casual dinner out with my wife. When the waitress asks about dessert, I always jump right in with a resounding NO. My wife of course always veto's that call and orders the "fat ass special of the night". She orders it, not the piss me off, or for her ass. (She is quite pert), but to have a bite. I always grouse that its a waste of money and am promptly told to STFU. Anyone who knows me, knows I do not give a shit about money. I now understand the real reason for my altitude...I was having a NIC fit. Every meal for the past 33 years has been ruined by that fucking bitch.
I just finished packing for a fishing trip to the keys with guys who were there when I met the bitch. They actually like her and don't understand why their wives think she is such a bitch. Unlike a lot of you,I am not a ninja dipper. I would dip at parties, in friends homes, in front of guests at our home. I obviously would not dip if the social situation warranted having a flat lip, but anytime I was comfortable in the situation I had a lipper. Most, if not all ,of the dudes that were friends with my daughters, thought I was cool. So all seven of my buddies wives have seen me with a dip in, but would kick their husbands ass if seen with the same. Every one of them has said at some point over the past 30 years that "you need to quit that shit". Yeah, I would laugh. What a fucking idiot I have been. If I was the lone smoker in the group my actions would never have been tolerated. For some reason dipping is still cool among most weekend warriors in the fishing world. So I have been a bit worried about this trip. I have no doubt that they will all respect the quit, but I also know their will be a good deal of merriment when we are not slaying some poon....Tarpon that is. I have not had another dip of the fake shit today. I am treating it like the bitch herself, so if I get the urge to cave, I will cheat with "Smokey Mountain". I leave at 6 am, so will post roll in am. We should have wifi, so i should not miss roll. Regardless, I will Never Again for Any Reason. Lets do this quit my August Bros.
Laxdog, glad to hear you have given this a lot of thought and have a plan. I had a buddies weekend much like you about the same time in my quit. 3 of them smoked and 2 chewed. I felt that I was a role model for them and I knew they all wished they were quit but were too far in the nic whore's pants to do it.
Enjoy your fishing trip and slay some tarpon. Stay vigilant when having drinks. You will be fine. Just relish the fact that you are quit and breath it in.
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This is pure awesomeness. Thanks for posting your journey...it's helping me remember how bad the suck was and reaffirming the resolve to never put another one in again! If you don't have enough numbers in your phone already, please PM me and I'll send you mine. Stay the course man. It sucks for a bit, but really soon you are going to experience the joy of living in freedom. It's a beautiful thing!
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Got back last night after 4 days in the Keys fishing with college buddies. Dip was everywhere. Every guide we had was dipping non stop. My buddies were really cool about my quit and for the most part kept it out of sight. It really did not matter that because each morning at 5:30 before we hit the water I hit roll call and was quit for that day. I really am amazed that after 33 years of non stop dipping, the urge was just not there. Unlike a lot of those on this site, I have never once in those 33 years thought about quitting. It just does not appeal to me any longer. It really pisses me off that I never saw the light sooner. You guys are right, things taste better, my smell has returned, and I just feel a lot calmer. I am glad to be quit and plan on staying that way for the rest of my time on earth.
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Got back last night after 4 days in the Keys fishing with college buddies. Dip was everywhere. Every guide we had was dipping non stop. My buddies were really cool about my quit and for the most part kept it out of sight. It really did not matter that because each morning at 5:30 before we hit the water I hit roll call and was quit for that day. I really am amazed that after 33 years of non stop dipping, the urge was just not there. Unlike a lot of those on this site, I have never once in those 33 years thought about quitting. It just does not appeal to me any longer. It really pisses me off that I never saw the light sooner. You guys are right, things taste better, my smell has returned, and I just feel a lot calmer. I am glad to be quit and plan on staying that way for the rest of my time on earth.
Nice job bro. Way to commit, and welcome.
As to your earlier questions about fake, I'm with Chewie. I dipped Hooch Spitfire for the first 200+ days, like it was my job. Then one day, I just didn't.
It worked well for me. Whatever it takes to keep the cat turd outta your face, I'm for it.
Nice job with the weekend fishing trip.
You're winning.
-Nolaq - Day 1,528
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Lax - Similar story, went to the race in Charlotte this past weekend. Dip everywhere. Circles worn into back pockets, all that jazz. For whatever reason, I didn't jones for it a bit. Now y'day was a different story. Sitting in front of my laptop all day and into the evening it was a shit day. Intense craves like during the first 5 days. Regardless, good to see we both made it.
Went fishing off Ft Lauderdale early April. Freaky weird how you can be 2 miles off and catch all kinds of cool stuff. We're not used to that here in NC where the gulf stream is 25 to 35 miles offshore. Anyway, I got small blackfin that fed us that night but my son had the catch of the day, 86 inch atlantic sail. Pretty awesome for him and papa was proud.
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Got back last night after 4 days in the Keys fishing with college buddies. Dip was everywhere. Every guide we had was dipping non stop. My buddies were really cool about my quit and for the most part kept it out of sight. It really did not matter that because each morning at 5:30 before we hit the water I hit roll call and was quit for that day. I really am amazed that after 33 years of non stop dipping, the urge was just not there. Unlike a lot of those on this site, I have never once in those 33 years thought about quitting. It just does not appeal to me any longer. It really pisses me off that I never saw the light sooner. You guys are right, things taste better, my smell has returned, and I just feel a lot calmer. I am glad to be quit and plan on staying that way for the rest of my time on earth.
Bad ass post, and thanks for sharing, proud to be quit with you today!
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Lax - Similar story, went to the race in Charlotte this past weekend. Dip everywhere. Circles worn into back pockets, all that jazz. For whatever reason, I didn't jones for it a bit. Now y'day was a different story. Sitting in front of my laptop all day and into the evening it was a shit day. Intense craves like during the first 5 days. Regardless, good to see we both made it.
Went fishing off Ft Lauderdale early April. Freaky weird how you can be 2 miles off and catch all kinds of cool stuff. We're not used to that here in NC where the gulf stream is 25 to 35 miles offshore. Anyway, I got small blackfin that fed us that night but my son had the catch of the day, 86 inch atlantic sail. Pretty awesome for him and papa was proud.
It was our groups first trip to the Keys. It blew 30 every day which sucked. Despite the wind, we managed 28 species between us. Unfortunately, Tarpon was not one of them and that was what the trip was all about. We have gone to Boca Grande for 20 years and all voted to head back there next year.
Your comment about today's cravings struck a cord. Like I said, the trip was crave free, but right now I am Jones big time. I think dip becomes a crutch when I am bored. It is raining and windy outside right now which means no fishing ( I live on Chesapeake and fish just about every fishable day). We both just need to stay busier than usual and not let the cravings surface. I may have to take up knitting or some shit like that.
Your son should be hooked for life after a 86 inch sail...nice. I am an inshore guy, but will go offshore from time to time. 12 foot seas made for an interesting day Monday, but I did pick up a real nice King Mackerel and several lemon sharks.
Here's to staying busy and quitting together.
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Got back last night after 4 days in the Keys fishing with college buddies. Dip was everywhere. Every guide we had was dipping non stop. My buddies were really cool about my quit and for the most part kept it out of sight. It really did not matter that because each morning at 5:30 before we hit the water I hit roll call and was quit for that day. I really am amazed that after 33 years of non stop dipping, the urge was just not there. Unlike a lot of those on this site, I have never once in those 33 years thought about quitting. It just does not appeal to me any longer. It really pisses me off that I never saw the light sooner. You guys are right, things taste better, my smell has returned, and I just feel a lot calmer. I am glad to be quit and plan on staying that way for the rest of my time on earth.
Nice job bro. Way to commit, and welcome.
As to your earlier questions about fake, I'm with Chewie. I dipped Hooch Spitfire for the first 200+ days, like it was my job. Then one day, I just didn't.
It worked well for me. Whatever it takes to keep the cat turd outta your face, I'm for it.
Nice job with the weekend fishing trip.
You're winning.
-Nolaq - Day 1,528
I love some spitfire. That stuff is the bomb. I thought it helping was a bunch of hokie until I tried it, but it must fill some Pavlovian need because I can pop some hooch in and feel myself start to chill - like all the info boards say, it's mind games. I get what you're saying Laxdog, it's still nasty, and an outsider wouldn't know the difference. Others may disagree, but what I've started doing is pushing off from using hooch, gum, seeds, etc when I'm in a relatively safe place - driving, fishing, etc - and beating the urge that way. I ALWAYS have a fall back plan, and I only do it when I'm isolated from any nic. It's easier to beat the crave without the hooch or SM than it was at day 14, but I still go through a can of hooch/SM about every 2-3 days.
Stay quit. I PM'd you my number.
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The first 13 days of my quit were really no big deal, but the last 2 have been pure hell. My wife and I took the boat out for a cruise last night and she said something very profound. She said that I was struggling because my brain was just now realizing that this quit is for real. She said I probably did not believe that I would never have my precious Skoal for the rest of my life until now. My wife quit smoking 25 years ago without saying a word, she just did it. The last 3 months were very hard on her dealing with breast cancer. She came through it fine, but even more impressive is the fact that she did not bitch or feel sorry for herself one day. So last night when she told me to "stop being a pussy and just do it" I knew she was right. So that's what I will do...Stop being a pussy and just do this thing.
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The first 13 days of my quit were really no big deal, but the last 2 have been pure hell. My wife and I took the boat out for a cruise last night and she said something very profound. She said that I was struggling because my brain was just now realizing that this quit is for real. She said I probably did not believe that I would never have my precious Skoal for the rest of my life until now. My wife quit smoking 25 years ago without saying a word, she just did it. The last 3 months were very hard on her dealing with breast cancer. She came through it fine, but even more impressive is the fact that she did not bitch or feel sorry for herself one day. So last night when she told me to "stop being a pussy and just do it" I knew she was right. So that's what I will do...Stop being a pussy and just do this thing.
Wow... your wife gets it. She is right on!
I can tell you that was the hardest part of my 30+ days quit. I kept wondering how I would deal with never having copenhagen again. I wanted to quit so bad but for some reason could not reconcile that I was not going to dip on this day. I had said I would quit so many times before and lamely limped back to the can of death. I was weak. From the day I found this site and posted roll I took it very seriously and everything changed... my word is solid and I was going to stay quit. But still I struggled. At one point, a light just went off in my head as I finally realized I would not be missing anything if I did not take dip. All that poisonous can ever did for me was take... my dignity, my freedom, time off my life, time away from my family, my hard earned money and it owned me. Life is so much better when you call the shots!
Keep looking forward today. There is nothing back there for you. Listen to the wife. I am quit with you all day today.
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The first 13 days of my quit were really no big deal, but the last 2 have been pure hell. My wife and I took the boat out for a cruise last night and she said something very profound. She said that I was struggling because my brain was just now realizing that this quit is for real. She said I probably did not believe that I would never have my precious Skoal for the rest of my life until now. My wife quit smoking 25 years ago without saying a word, she just did it. The last 3 months were very hard on her dealing with breast cancer. She came through it fine, but even more impressive is the fact that she did not bitch or feel sorry for herself one day. So last night when she told me to "stop being a pussy and just do it" I knew she was right. So that's what I will do...Stop being a pussy and just do this thing.
Wow... your wife gets it. She is right on!
I can tell you that was the hardest part of my 30+ days quit. I kept wondering how I would deal with never having copenhagen again. I wanted to quit so bad but for some reason could not reconcile that I was not going to dip on this day. I had said I would quit so many times before and lamely limped back to the can of death. I was weak. From the day I found this site and posted roll I took it very seriously and everything changed... my word is solid and I was going to stay quit. But still I struggled. At one point, a light just went off in my head as I finally realized I would not be missing anything if I did not take dip. All that poisonous can ever did for me was take... my dignity, my freedom, time off my life, time away from my family, my hard earned money and it owned me. Life is so much better when you call the shots!
Keep looking forward today. There is nothing back there for you. Listen to the wife. I am quit with you all day today.
Nice post, Buddy. Sounds like you are on the right track. It also sounds like you have an amazing wife to share this journey with. Congrats and quit being a pussy. haha
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The first 13 days of my quit were really no big deal, but the last 2 have been pure hell. My wife and I took the boat out for a cruise last night and she said something very profound. She said that I was struggling because my brain was just now realizing that this quit is for real. She said I probably did not believe that I would never have my precious Skoal for the rest of my life until now. My wife quit smoking 25 years ago without saying a word, she just did it. The last 3 months were very hard on her dealing with breast cancer. She came through it fine, but even more impressive is the fact that she did not bitch or feel sorry for herself one day. So last night when she told me to "stop being a pussy and just do it" I knew she was right. So that's what I will do...Stop being a pussy and just do this thing.
Wow... your wife gets it. She is right on!
I can tell you that was the hardest part of my 30+ days quit. I kept wondering how I would deal with never having copenhagen again. I wanted to quit so bad but for some reason could not reconcile that I was not going to dip on this day. I had said I would quit so many times before and lamely limped back to the can of death. I was weak. From the day I found this site and posted roll I took it very seriously and everything changed... my word is solid and I was going to stay quit. But still I struggled. At one point, a light just went off in my head as I finally realized I would not be missing anything if I did not take dip. All that poisonous can ever did for me was take... my dignity, my freedom, time off my life, time away from my family, my hard earned money and it owned me. Life is so much better when you call the shots!
Keep looking forward today. There is nothing back there for you. Listen to the wife. I am quit with you all day today.
Nice post, Buddy. Sounds like you are on the right track. It also sounds like you have an amazing wife to share this journey with. Congrats and quit being a pussy. haha
The first couple weeks weren't that bad for me either. It got harder before it got easier.
Your making your way to a door. This door is hard to get to and open. I can't tell you how long it will take to get to this door, but i can tell you with accountability, determination and drive you will make it. Settle in and make your way to the door.
The emotional rollercoaster has it's ups and downs. Once you're mind knows there is no going back things will get better. There is no turning back. I don't care how long it takes and how bad things get. Keep you're head pointed forward and make you're way to the door. Nothing back there for you. Quit with u today.
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Just wanted to let my August Brethren know that today was a good day. The first 2 days of summer had left me rather depressed. I am really not sure why. It was probably the normal pressure we all feel to have a good time on Memorial day weekend. This is a huge weekend here in the "land of pleasant living"...Maryland. Crabs, Natty Boh's, Bohtini's, and in our family, the college lacrosse national championship weekend. I have played for the better part of my 53 years, all of my daughters have played, and of course all of their boyfriends have played. Well this year MD has the honor of hosting both the mens and woman's final four. So Saturday I was to meet my oldest daughter and her boyfriend at Ravens Stadium for the MD vs Notre Dame game. A number of family friends have kids on both teams. It's sunny, 72 degrees...what could be more perfect. Well I was fucking dreading it. Most guys, from my generation of lacrosse ,dip. Fucking UST would give the team as many tins as we wanted for free. "Skoal Brother" thats what the the ad's said. Unlike smoking which had started to become a bit stigmatized, dipping was cool...something to be enjoyed together. And together we enjoyed. Every guy on the team bus would have a fatty in. I don't know how many of those dudes still chew, but I do know that those who live around here sure do. I have played on the same "over 35" team since the day I turned 35. Every one of us dip. Lawyers,Doctors, Salesman, Small business owners, they all still chew. Now if you do not think that is an addicting drug, you are smoking crack. And addicting drugs means addicts and that is where I come in. I just could not fathom myself throwing back beers with old friends and not share a dip with them. I still can't see myself ever doing anything again without a dip in and that fucking sucks. Luckily my daughter called and said the traffic was horrific, so I opted to catch the game on TV. As much as I love lacrosse, I could not even sit still to watch it on TV. My wife is not a fan of the game and since I was barely watching, she opted to go binge watch whatever she is watching. So I grabbed the dog and went fishing. I literally pounded a tin of Smokey Mountain in 2 hours. It was as close to normal as I have felt in 17 days. But I felt like I was missing something..."yeah it's called life you dickhead"
So Sunday rolls around, it's like groundhog day, except it's the Woman's final. Same exact dickhead move by yours truly. I end up fishing with the dog and missing another day of life. Since the MD woman had won the finals and the MD men had lost on Sat., nobody was going to the mens finals. I kind of felt relieved. No pressure today. I got up at first light and fished a spot about 1000 yards from my dock. It was like I was seeing the world for the first time, the fucking sunrise was unreal. I could still see my house from the boat and just felt happy to be alive. My beautiful wife was cancer free and I was crave free. Picked up a nice Striper, snapped a pic of me and the fish, and tossed her over. We are still getting used to being empty nesters, so it was a nice surprise when my youngest showed up a day early from college for the summer. She arrived home around 7 pm and immediately asked me if I wanted to hit the water for the last hour of light. Things were slow for the first half hour as we caught up. Finally things turned on and she picked up a nice 26 inch Rock on a topwater plug. I don't care what age your are, a topwater slam will make your heart stop, so we were both pumped.We continued talking and I soon picked up one in the same class. We only practice CPR (Catch, Photo, Release), so Gracie instinctively grabbed the camera and that's when my heart stopped again when she said "wait..dad...you have not been chewing". As she snapped the photo, she said to me "you know dad, thats the first picture I have ever seen of you with a fish and no fat lip". My 20 year old daughter has never seen me without a dip in. Xmas, Birthdays, ballgames, fishing, all altered in some way by that bus ride 33 years ago when I was a punk Laxbro of 20. Well I say fuck you UST, I will quit again tomorrow.
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Just wanted to let my August Brethren know that today was a good day. The first 2 days of summer had left me rather depressed. I am really not sure why. It was probably the normal pressure we all feel to have a good time on Memorial day weekend. This is a huge weekend here in the "land of pleasant living"...Maryland. Crabs, Natty Boh's, Bohtini's, and in our family, the college lacrosse national championship weekend. I have played for the better part of my 53 years, all of my daughters have played, and of course all of their boyfriends have played. Well this year MD has the honor of hosting both the mens and woman's final four. So Saturday I was to meet my oldest daughter and her boyfriend at Ravens Stadium for the MD vs Notre Dame game. A number of family friends have kids on both teams. It's sunny, 72 degrees...what could be more perfect. Well I was fucking dreading it. Most guys, from my generation of lacrosse ,dip. Fucking UST would give the team as many tins as we wanted for free. "Skoal Brother" thats what the the ad's said. Unlike smoking which had started to become a bit stigmatized, dipping was cool...something to be enjoyed together. And together we enjoyed. Every guy on the team bus would have a fatty in. I don't know how many of those dudes still chew, but I do know that those who live around here sure do. I have played on the same "over 35" team since the day I turned 35. Every one of us dip. Lawyers,Doctors, Salesman, Small business owners, they all still chew. Now if you do not think that is an addicting drug, you are smoking crack. And addicting drugs means addicts and that is where I come in. I just could not fathom myself throwing back beers with old friends and not share a dip with them. I still can't see myself ever doing anything again without a dip in and that fucking sucks. Luckily my daughter called and said the traffic was horrific, so I opted to catch the game on TV. As much as I love lacrosse, I could not even sit still to watch it on TV. My wife is not a fan of the game and since I was barely watching, she opted to go binge watch whatever she is watching. So I grabbed the dog and went fishing. I literally pounded a tin of Smokey Mountain in 2 hours. It was as close to normal as I have felt in 17 days. But I felt like I was missing something..."yeah it's called life you dickhead"
So Sunday rolls around, it's like groundhog day, except it's the Woman's final. Same exact dickhead move by yours truly. I end up fishing with the dog and missing another day of life. Since the MD woman had won the finals and the MD men had lost on Sat., nobody was going to the mens finals. I kind of felt relieved. No pressure today. I got up at first light and fished a spot about 1000 yards from my dock. It was like I was seeing the world for the first time, the fucking sunrise was unreal. I could still see my house from the boat and just felt happy to be alive. My beautiful wife was cancer free and I was crave free. Picked up a nice Striper, snapped a pic of me and the fish, and tossed her over. We are still getting used to being empty nesters, so it was a nice surprise when my youngest showed up a day early from college for the summer. She arrived home around 7 pm and immediately asked me if I wanted to hit the water for the last hour of light. Things were slow for the first half hour as we caught up. Finally things turned on and she picked up a nice 26 inch Rock on a topwater plug. I don't care what age your are, a topwater slam will make your heart stop, so we were both pumped.We continued talking and I soon picked up one in the same class. We only practice CPR (Catch, Photo, Release), so Gracie instinctively grabbed the camera and that's when my heart stopped again when she said "wait..dad...you have not been chewing". As she snapped the photo, she said to me "you know dad, thats the first picture I have ever seen of you with a fish and no fat lip". My 20 year old daughter has never seen me without a dip in. Xmas, Birthdays, ballgames, fishing, all altered in some way by that bus ride 33 years ago when I was a punk Laxbro of 20. Well I say fuck you UST, I will quit again tomorrow.
Sounds like you are living life to me brother! Great moment with your daughter on the water. Many more of those to come. Keep doing whatever you need to do today to stay quit. If it takes skipping lacrosse for now then so be it. Fishing with the dog ain't a bad trade off.
ODAAT. You are winning today. Quit with you all day long!
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Just wanted to let my August Brethren know that today was a good day. The first 2 days of summer had left me rather depressed. I am really not sure why. It was probably the normal pressure we all feel to have a good time on Memorial day weekend. This is a huge weekend here in the "land of pleasant living"...Maryland. Crabs, Natty Boh's, Bohtini's, and in our family, the college lacrosse national championship weekend. I have played for the better part of my 53 years, all of my daughters have played, and of course all of their boyfriends have played. Well this year MD has the honor of hosting both the mens and woman's final four. So Saturday I was to meet my oldest daughter and her boyfriend at Ravens Stadium for the MD vs Notre Dame game. A number of family friends have kids on both teams. It's sunny, 72 degrees...what could be more perfect. Well I was fucking dreading it. Most guys, from my generation of lacrosse ,dip. Fucking UST would give the team as many tins as we wanted for free. "Skoal Brother" thats what the the ad's said. Unlike smoking which had started to become a bit stigmatized, dipping was cool...something to be enjoyed together. And together we enjoyed. Every guy on the team bus would have a fatty in. I don't know how many of those dudes still chew, but I do know that those who live around here sure do. I have played on the same "over 35" team since the day I turned 35. Every one of us dip. Lawyers,Doctors, Salesman, Small business owners, they all still chew. Now if you do not think that is an addicting drug, you are smoking crack. And addicting drugs means addicts and that is where I come in. I just could not fathom myself throwing back beers with old friends and not share a dip with them. I still can't see myself ever doing anything again without a dip in and that fucking sucks. Luckily my daughter called and said the traffic was horrific, so I opted to catch the game on TV. As much as I love lacrosse, I could not even sit still to watch it on TV. My wife is not a fan of the game and since I was barely watching, she opted to go binge watch whatever she is watching. So I grabbed the dog and went fishing. I literally pounded a tin of Smokey Mountain in 2 hours. It was as close to normal as I have felt in 17 days. But I felt like I was missing something..."yeah it's called life you dickhead"
So Sunday rolls around, it's like groundhog day, except it's the Woman's final. Same exact dickhead move by yours truly. I end up fishing with the dog and missing another day of life. Since the MD woman had won the finals and the MD men had lost on Sat., nobody was going to the mens finals. I kind of felt relieved. No pressure today. I got up at first light and fished a spot about 1000 yards from my dock. It was like I was seeing the world for the first time, the fucking sunrise was unreal. I could still see my house from the boat and just felt happy to be alive. My beautiful wife was cancer free and I was crave free. Picked up a nice Striper, snapped a pic of me and the fish, and tossed her over. We are still getting used to being empty nesters, so it was a nice surprise when my youngest showed up a day early from college for the summer. She arrived home around 7 pm and immediately asked me if I wanted to hit the water for the last hour of light. Things were slow for the first half hour as we caught up. Finally things turned on and she picked up a nice 26 inch Rock on a topwater plug. I don't care what age your are, a topwater slam will make your heart stop, so we were both pumped.We continued talking and I soon picked up one in the same class. We only practice CPR (Catch, Photo, Release), so Gracie instinctively grabbed the camera and that's when my heart stopped again when she said "wait..dad...you have not been chewing". As she snapped the photo, she said to me "you know dad, thats the first picture I have ever seen of you with a fish and no fat lip". My 20 year old daughter has never seen me without a dip in. Xmas, Birthdays, ballgames, fishing, all altered in some way by that bus ride 33 years ago when I was a punk Laxbro of 20. Well I say fuck you UST, I will quit again tomorrow.
Sounds like you are living life to me brother! Great moment with your daughter on the water. Many more of those to come. Keep doing whatever you need to do today to stay quit. If it takes skipping lacrosse for now then so be it. Fishing with the dog ain't a bad trade off.
ODAAT. You are winning today. Quit with you all day long!
Great story, dog. Thanks for sharing. You are winning...just keep fighting.
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Another epic post from Laxdog! Proud to be quit with you today!
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Left yesterday morning for a trip to Virgin Gorda. Unfortunately, our 8 am plane out of Baltimore was delayed. At first they told us 1 hour, which would make it close on making our connecting flight out of Atlanta. Well a one hour delay was pushed back in 1 hour increments until we finally made it out at 2pm. This meant we would have to spend the night in some flea bag hotel that Delta put us up in and then catch the flight to Saint Thomas the next morning. To complicate things even further, there is no ferry on Weds, so we would have to take a puddle jumper to Virgin Gorda, which I have learned over the years is a huge rip off. I am not telling this story just to complain. I am actually telling the story because it was not half bad. I did not lose my shit. I did not blame my wife. I did not hit one of those disgusting airport bathroom stalls to devour a Skoal. I did not order a coffee and pour it out, so I would have something to spit in. In a nutshell, I just enjoyed the adventure. My wife could not believe the new me. I can be a real dick to travel with, but for some reason, I felt calm. We all know the reason. I killed the can and told the Nic Bitch to stay home. From now on I travel alone because I QLF. Quit with me my August Brethren.
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Left yesterday morning for a trip to Virgin Gorda. Unfortunately, our 8 am plane out of Baltimore was delayed. At first they told us 1 hour, which would make it close on making our connecting flight out of Atlanta. Well a one hour delay was pushed back in 1 hour increments until we finally made it out at 2pm. This meant we would have to spend the night in some flea bag hotel that Delta put us up in and then catch the flight to Saint Thomas the next morning. To complicate things even further, there is no ferry on Weds, so we would have to take a puddle jumper to Virgin Gorda, which I have learned over the years is a huge rip off. I am not telling this story just to complain. I am actually telling the story because it was not half bad. I did not lose my shit. I did not blame my wife. I did not hit one of those disgusting airport bathroom stalls to devour a Skoal. I did not order a coffee and pour it out, so I would have something to spit in. In a nutshell, I just enjoyed the adventure. My wife could not believe the new me. I can be a real dick to travel with, but for some reason, I felt calm. We all know the reason. I killed the can and told the Nic Bitch to stay home. From now on I travel alone because I QLF. Quit with me my August Brethren.
This is what it is all about.
Freedom is a wonderful thing.
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So I am back from my trip to the islands and wanted to let my august brothers know how things went in hope that it might help. As we figured out through the recent "get to know you one another thread", I am the oldest in the group at 53. I have been chewing for 33 years and had never even thought about quitting. I am a serious addict who had convinced myself that dipping was cool and harmless. I was not one of those people who worried about cancer and all that shit. My family basically just thought I was stupid, so there was no pressure to quit. I always assumed that quitting would naturally occur when I grew up. I mean, the only people that would still be chewing tobacco at 53 would be no teeth rednecks sitting in front of a gas station. I convinced myself that it was just a phase. Well the phase has finally ended. I was amazingly relaxed the entire trip and did not even consider a dip. I chilled on the beach, went fishing, drank fuck loads of rum drinks...all with zero NIC. The caveat is that I also consumed 5 tins of Smokey mountain and am disgusted with myself. Part of growing up is to get to the point where you no longer put toys in our mouth like a fucking 2 year old. The vets on here tell me that I will grow out of my pacifier, but that may be a challenge. I literally sucked my thumb while playing in my 3rd grade all star baseball game. I have zero doubt that me and the Nic bitch are done because I am dating her younger sister. So to those of you that are struggling,the herbal shit is working for me...try it. I am giving myself until my HOF speech to quit SM. After that time, if I ever cave, it will because I got a booty call from the younger sister. I am done with the NIC bitch and the freedom is wonderful.
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So I am back from my trip to the islands and wanted to let my august brothers know how things went in hope that it might help. As we figured out through the recent "get to know you one another thread", I am the oldest in the group at 53. I have been chewing for 33 years and had never even thought about quitting. I am a serious addict who had convinced myself that dipping was cool and harmless. I was not one of those people who worried about cancer and all that shit. My family basically just thought I was stupid, so there was no pressure to quit. I always assumed that quitting would naturally occur when I grew up. I mean, the only people that would still be chewing tobacco at 53 would be no teeth rednecks sitting in front of a gas station. I convinced myself that it was just a phase. Well the phase has finally ended. I was amazingly relaxed the entire trip and did not even consider a dip. I chilled on the beach, went fishing, drank fuck loads of rum drinks...all with zero NIC. The caveat is that I also consumed 5 tins of Smokey mountain and am disgusted with myself. Part of growing up is to get to the point where you no longer put toys in our mouth like a fucking 2 year old. The vets on here tell me that I will grow out of my pacifier, but that may be a challenge. I literally sucked my thumb while playing in my 3rd grade all star baseball game. I have zero doubt that me and the Nic bitch are done because I am dating her younger sister. So to those of you that are struggling,the herbal shit is working for me...try it. I am giving myself until my HOF speech to quit SM. After that time, if I ever cave, it will because I got a booty call from the younger sister. I am done with the NIC bitch and the freedom is wonderful.
call that vacation a big victory for yourself
in my experience I used the hooch for 80+ days, and then one day just went without it. Had no problem. I still popped in a hard candy (sugarfree of course). So yea maybe a little like a 5 year old, but heck I still do it and it ain't poison.
well done
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So I am back from my trip to the islands and wanted to let my august brothers know how things went in hope that it might help. As we figured out through the recent "get to know you one another thread", I am the oldest in the group at 53. I have been chewing for 33 years and had never even thought about quitting. I am a serious addict who had convinced myself that dipping was cool and harmless. I was not one of those people who worried about cancer and all that shit. My family basically just thought I was stupid, so there was no pressure to quit. I always assumed that quitting would naturally occur when I grew up. I mean, the only people that would still be chewing tobacco at 53 would be no teeth rednecks sitting in front of a gas station. I convinced myself that it was just a phase. Well the phase has finally ended. I was amazingly relaxed the entire trip and did not even consider a dip. I chilled on the beach, went fishing, drank fuck loads of rum drinks...all with zero NIC. The caveat is that I also consumed 5 tins of Smokey mountain and am disgusted with myself. Part of growing up is to get to the point where you no longer put toys in our mouth like a fucking 2 year old. The vets on here tell me that I will grow out of my pacifier, but that may be a challenge. I literally sucked my thumb while playing in my 3rd grade all star baseball game. I have zero doubt that me and the Nic bitch are done because I am dating her younger sister. So to those of you that are struggling,the herbal shit is working for me...try it. I am giving myself until my HOF speech to quit SM. After that time, if I ever cave, it will because I got a booty call from the younger sister. I am done with the NIC bitch and the freedom is wonderful.
Don't worry so much about the smokey mountain. It is saving your life. You are literally lengthening your life by replacing tobacco with smokey mountain. Your desire for it will fade, guaranteed. Keep the focus. Keep the quit.
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So I am back from my trip to the islands and wanted to let my august brothers know how things went in hope that it might help. As we figured out through the recent "get to know you one another thread", I am the oldest in the group at 53. I have been chewing for 33 years and had never even thought about quitting. I am a serious addict who had convinced myself that dipping was cool and harmless. I was not one of those people who worried about cancer and all that shit. My family basically just thought I was stupid, so there was no pressure to quit. I always assumed that quitting would naturally occur when I grew up. I mean, the only people that would still be chewing tobacco at 53 would be no teeth rednecks sitting in front of a gas station. I convinced myself that it was just a phase. Well the phase has finally ended. I was amazingly relaxed the entire trip and did not even consider a dip. I chilled on the beach, went fishing, drank fuck loads of rum drinks...all with zero NIC. The caveat is that I also consumed 5 tins of Smokey mountain and am disgusted with myself. Part of growing up is to get to the point where you no longer put toys in our mouth like a fucking 2 year old. The vets on here tell me that I will grow out of my pacifier, but that may be a challenge. I literally sucked my thumb while playing in my 3rd grade all star baseball game. I have zero doubt that me and the Nic bitch are done because I am dating her younger sister. So to those of you that are struggling,the herbal shit is working for me...try it. I am giving myself until my HOF speech to quit SM. After that time, if I ever cave, it will because I got a booty call from the younger sister. I am done with the NIC bitch and the freedom is wonderful.
Freedom is beautiful.
Congrats man, and keep up the good quitting. I'm very proud of you.
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So I am back from my trip to the islands and wanted to let my august brothers know how things went in hope that it might help. As we figured out through the recent "get to know you one another thread", I am the oldest in the group at 53. I have been chewing for 33 years and had never even thought about quitting. I am a serious addict who had convinced myself that dipping was cool and harmless. I was not one of those people who worried about cancer and all that shit. My family basically just thought I was stupid, so there was no pressure to quit. I always assumed that quitting would naturally occur when I grew up. I mean, the only people that would still be chewing tobacco at 53 would be no teeth rednecks sitting in front of a gas station. I convinced myself that it was just a phase. Well the phase has finally ended. I was amazingly relaxed the entire trip and did not even consider a dip. I chilled on the beach, went fishing, drank fuck loads of rum drinks...all with zero NIC. The caveat is that I also consumed 5 tins of Smokey mountain and am disgusted with myself. Part of growing up is to get to the point where you no longer put toys in our mouth like a fucking 2 year old. The vets on here tell me that I will grow out of my pacifier, but that may be a challenge. I literally sucked my thumb while playing in my 3rd grade all star baseball game. I have zero doubt that me and the Nic bitch are done because I am dating her younger sister. So to those of you that are struggling,the herbal shit is working for me...try it. I am giving myself until my HOF speech to quit SM. After that time, if I ever cave, it will because I got a booty call from the younger sister. I am done with the NIC bitch and the freedom is wonderful.
Don't worry so much about the smokey mountain. It is saving your life. You are literally lengthening your life by replacing tobacco with smokey mountain. Your desire for it will fade, guaranteed. Keep the focus. Keep the quit.
How'd I miss his?? Lax - good to hear you are still kicking ass even with the rum drinks. I tend to hit those as well when I go anywhere south of FL. Hope you were not just fishin but also catchin.
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Hey Done4. Good to see that someone from August is reading our stuff. I never know whether to post under our quit group or under my intro page. I would like to see more posts from dudes telling us what they are doing right, what's working, and overall success stories. As the 2 old dudes in the group, we need to push the feel good stuff rather than getting bogged down in the drama of roll. I really have not needed much help besides reading KTC and Smokey Mountain.
Caught a lot of fish, but it was not my cup of tea. I could not find a light tackle guy, so settled for some local who trolled out of a 14 foot Boston Whaler. Stay Quit my brother.
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Hey Done4. Good to see that someone from August is reading our stuff. I never know whether to post under our quit group or under my intro page. I would like to see more posts from dudes telling us what they are doing right, what's working, and overall success stories. As the 2 old dudes in the group, we need to push the feel good stuff rather than getting bogged down in the drama of roll. I really have not needed much help besides reading KTC and Smokey Mountain.
Caught a lot of fish, but it was not my cup of tea. I could not find a light tackle guy, so settled for some local who trolled out of a 14 foot Boston Whaler. Stay Quit my brother.
I think it's both. Goal is to August talking more, especially the younger guys. Everyone has a story to tell and it's worth listening to.
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Hey Done4. Good to see that someone from August is reading our stuff. I never know whether to post under our quit group or under my intro page. I would like to see more posts from dudes telling us what they are doing right, what's working, and overall success stories. As the 2 old dudes in the group, we need to push the feel good stuff rather than getting bogged down in the drama of roll. I really have not needed much help besides reading KTC and Smokey Mountain.
Caught a lot of fish, but it was not my cup of tea. I could not find a light tackle guy, so settled for some local who trolled out of a 14 foot Boston Whaler. Stay Quit my brother.
I think it's both. Goal is to August talking more, especially the younger guys. Everyone has a story to tell and it's worth listening to.
Well done and a huge victory.
of course I could see that younger sister being a 23 year old tanned beauty down there in the islands....but that would be the biggest victory of them all...... 'roflmao'
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Happy fucking New Year. As I look back on the past year and truly think about whether 2014 was one of the good one, my boy Gilbert Arenas,AKA Agent Zero, comes to mind. Arenas was one of my favorite basketball players of all time. He used to write a blog on the NBA site where he would just crank out these profoundly cool thoughts. Well, one of the things he wrote, always stuck with me. He said you need to keep a calendar and at the end of day check off if you were happy that day and if at the end of the year you do not have at least 90% happy days, change your life. Fuck what happened that day or what was going on in your life...where you happy?. I don't keep a calendar as such, but I would generally say 2014 passed the test. Which is hard to believe given some of the shit that happened this year. The year started with my wife being diagnosed with breast cancer. She is fine, but what a pain in the ass. She never dwells on bad shit. She politely told the "pink crowd" to get a life, did what she had to do, and went on living. Just when life was returning to normal we get a letter informing us that the dude building our dream home is shutting his doors and will not be able to complete our home. Oh,and by the way, "I have not been paying the subs with the money you have been giving me, so good luck with that". Once again, we just went on living. My wife took over as the GC and I tackled legal. Turns out she is a darn good builder. My hot 54 year old, "do your homework kind of mom", wife, puts on her designer jeans and heads over to the job site at the crack of dawn. She knows nothing about building , but a shitload about people. She treats the guys with respect, asks them what they need to make their job easier, and makes sure everyone is on the same page. This is no cookie cutter house either. It's a architect designed shingle style home being built within the critical buffer zone of the Chesapeake bay.The letter arrived labor day with an electrician yet to be hired and 18 months under construction. Monday our trim carpenter is set to begin (4 months ahead of schedule). The other amazing thing dudes, is that when we stay out of shit, like design, the end product is something you will both love rather than something you both hate. Just like the cancer, she went on living. She is a professional photographer and still did a number of shoots that she had previously scheduled. That and coffee with the girls, the gym, and all the shit that she and my 3 daughters (the oldest who made our year and got engaged) are into. I do have to admit that the Pedi shit in NIIICE. Totally changed my stamina....that is how long I can toss plugs striper fishing without my feet giving out. But I digress. So It was a good year. The reason for this post though is because I am officially starting over. No, I did not cave. I just never actually quit. At least according to my wives. (daughters included). From day 5 I have been hitting SM at a basically the same rate as my first 33 years of dipping. So I am still hearing "Laxdog you spilled Skoal on the carpet", or "gross dad, get that shit out of here, it stinks" Plus that shit is messy. The residual nuggets have a half life of like 2 billion years. Its like getting syrup on everything you own. So thank you SM for saving my life, but it is time to part ways. So I am quitting the fake shit for my wife , who had a shit year, and equally for myself. Time to grow up. So for any of you newbies who are feeling like you can't make it, hit Walmart for a SM before caving. it saved my life. I should probably dump my supply, but I ordered in bulk, so would rather help out a new brother. So drop me a SM and I will send a can or 2 your way. Just pay it forward. This offer is good while supplies last :).
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Happy fucking New Year. As I look back on the past year and truly think about whether 2014 was one of the good one, my boy Gilbert Arenas,AKA Agent Zero, comes to mind. Arenas was one of my favorite basketball players of all time. He used to write a blog on the NBA site where he would just crank out these profoundly cool thoughts. Well, one of the things he wrote, always stuck with me. He said you need to keep a calendar and at the end of day check off if you were happy that day and if at the end of the year you do not have at least 90% happy days, change your life. Fuck what happened that day or what was going on in your life...where you happy?. I don't keep a calendar as such, but I would generally say 2014 passed the test. Which is hard to believe given some of the shit that happened this year. The year started with my wife being diagnosed with breast cancer. She is fine, but what a pain in the ass. She never dwells on bad shit. She politely told the "pink crowd" to get a life, did what she had to do, and went on living. Just when life was returning to normal we get a letter informing us that the dude building our dream home is shutting his doors and will not be able to complete our home. Oh,and by the way, "I have not been paying the subs with the money you have been giving me, so good luck with that". Once again, we just went on living. My wife took over as the GC and I tackled legal. Turns out she is a darn good builder. My hot 54 year old, "do your homework kind of mom", wife, puts on her designer jeans and heads over to the job site at the crack of dawn. She knows nothing about building , but a shitload about people. She treats the guys with respect, asks them what they need to make their job easier, and makes sure everyone is on the same page. This is no cookie cutter house either. It's a architect designed shingle style home being built within the critical buffer zone of the Chesapeake bay.The letter arrived labor day with an electrician yet to be hired and 18 months under construction. Monday our trim carpenter is set to begin (4 months ahead of schedule). The other amazing thing dudes, is that when we stay out of shit, like design, the end product is something you will both love rather than something you both hate. Just like the cancer, she went on living. She is a professional photographer and still did a number of shoots that she had previously scheduled. That and coffee with the girls, the gym, and all the shit that she and my 3 daughters (the oldest who made our year and got engaged) are into. I do have to admit that the Pedi shit in NIIICE. Totally changed my stamina....that is how long I can toss plugs striper fishing without my feet giving out. But I digress. So It was a good year. The reason for this post though is because I am officially starting over. No, I did not cave. I just never actually quit. At least according to my wives. (daughters included). From day 5 I have been hitting SM at a basically the same rate as my first 33 years of dipping. So I am still hearing "Laxdog you spilled Skoal on the carpet", or "gross dad, get that shit out of here, it stinks" Plus that shit is messy. The residual nuggets have a half life of like 2 billion years. Its like getting syrup on everything you own. So thank you SM for saving my life, but it is time to part ways. So I am quitting the fake shit for my wife , who had a shit year, and equally for myself. Time to grow up. So for any of you newbies who are feeling like you can't make it, hit Walmart for a SM before caving. it saved my life. I should probably dump my supply, but I ordered in bulk, so would rather help out a new brother. So drop me a SM and I will send a can or 2 your way. Just pay it forward. This offer is good while supplies last :).
This is great to hear Laxdog - well done (mostly to your wife) on the house. I would've gone on a murder binge.
Cosign on the Smokey Mtn. I still use it, but it's very few and far between (like 1-2 times a week). Still I say it is money for huge craves.
Congrats on starting over and proud to quit with you buddy.
Lighty
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Happy fucking New Year. As I look back on the past year and truly think about whether 2014 was one of the good one, my boy Gilbert Arenas,AKA Agent Zero, comes to mind. Arenas was one of my favorite basketball players of all time. He used to write a blog on the NBA site where he would just crank out these profoundly cool thoughts. Well, one of the things he wrote, always stuck with me. He said you need to keep a calendar and at the end of day check off if you were happy that day and if at the end of the year you do not have at least 90% happy days, change your life. Fuck what happened that day or what was going on in your life...where you happy?. I don't keep a calendar as such, but I would generally say 2014 passed the test. Which is hard to believe given some of the shit that happened this year. The year started with my wife being diagnosed with breast cancer. She is fine, but what a pain in the ass. She never dwells on bad shit. She politely told the "pink crowd" to get a life, did what she had to do, and went on living. Just when life was returning to normal we get a letter informing us that the dude building our dream home is shutting his doors and will not be able to complete our home. Oh,and by the way, "I have not been paying the subs with the money you have been giving me, so good luck with that". Once again, we just went on living. My wife took over as the GC and I tackled legal. Turns out she is a darn good builder. My hot 54 year old, "do your homework kind of mom", wife, puts on her designer jeans and heads over to the job site at the crack of dawn. She knows nothing about building , but a shitload about people. She treats the guys with respect, asks them what they need to make their job easier, and makes sure everyone is on the same page. This is no cookie cutter house either. It's a architect designed shingle style home being built within the critical buffer zone of the Chesapeake bay.The letter arrived labor day with an electrician yet to be hired and 18 months under construction. Monday our trim carpenter is set to begin (4 months ahead of schedule). The other amazing thing dudes, is that when we stay out of shit, like design, the end product is something you will both love rather than something you both hate. Just like the cancer, she went on living. She is a professional photographer and still did a number of shoots that she had previously scheduled. That and coffee with the girls, the gym, and all the shit that she and my 3 daughters (the oldest who made our year and got engaged) are into. I do have to admit that the Pedi shit in NIIICE. Totally changed my stamina....that is how long I can toss plugs striper fishing without my feet giving out. But I digress. So It was a good year. The reason for this post though is because I am officially starting over. No, I did not cave. I just never actually quit. At least according to my wives. (daughters included). From day 5 I have been hitting SM at a basically the same rate as my first 33 years of dipping. So I am still hearing "Laxdog you spilled Skoal on the carpet", or "gross dad, get that shit out of here, it stinks" Plus that shit is messy. The residual nuggets have a half life of like 2 billion years. Its like getting syrup on everything you own. So thank you SM for saving my life, but it is time to part ways. So I am quitting the fake shit for my wife , who had a shit year, and equally for myself. Time to grow up. So for any of you newbies who are feeling like you can't make it, hit Walmart for a SM before caving. it saved my life. I should probably dump my supply, but I ordered in bulk, so would rather help out a new brother. So drop me a SM and I will send a can or 2 your way. Just pay it forward. This offer is good while supplies last :).
This is great to hear Laxdog - well done (mostly to your wife) on the house. I would've gone on a murder binge.
Cosign on the Smokey Mtn. I still use it, but it's very few and far between (like 1-2 times a week). Still I say it is money for huge craves.
Congrats on starting over and proud to quit with you buddy.
Lighty
I haven't spent much time out here surfing the intros lately, but i must say that yours is gold lax. I am glad you guys got the house figured out and you are ready to have a great nic free 2015 in your new home.
damn proud to quit with you man.