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Community => Introductions => Topic started by: copingwithoutcopen on June 23, 2012, 07:54:00 AM
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"I feel like I'm standing over a cliff, blindfolded with a bunch of strangers telling me to jump and that everything will be o.k." or something to that effect is what I wrote on the newly discovered chat board Father's Day night. The quitters in the room knew how I was feeling before I did but let me spout anyway... "It's been such a big part of my life for so long, what will I do when it's gone?" Be free and live your life, they said.
"I want to, I'm going to, as soon as I'm ready", I typed with a big fat lip and a bottle full of brown shit by the bedside. "I know you've got balls man, why not now? You're here for a reason", they reasoned, "what's stopping you from dumping the shit and getting on with it?" I didn't know. "Got kids?" Yup. "Want to be around for them for awhile?" Yup. "You're no different than anyone else here, grow a set, take the leap, own it, honor the process, sign up and post roll everyday." So I did.
6 Days in and the headaches have subsided, my mouth feels smooth and my breath is fresh. Triggers are everywhere because if I wasn't eating or sleeping I was dipping or thinking about it. When I woke up, in the car, at work, watching T.V., at the movies, after meals, early morning, early afternoon, early evening and the time right before bed are the only times I think about it now but I understand the bitch will fade. Our 25 year relationship has run its course.
Not going it alone has gotten me to this point and I suspect is what will help me the rest of today and the following days. My family and friends couldn't be happier or more proud but it's you all, the perfect strangers who pushed me over the cliff and packed the parachute that eased the fall who I owe a debt of gratitude.
I'm looking forward to paying that back some day by helping some other poor schlep take back his life and be around to watch his grandkids grow.
I will not spit in your face for saving my life, I will not spit today.
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"I feel like I'm standing over a cliff, blindfolded with a bunch of strangers telling me to jump and that everything will be o.k." or something to that effect is what I wrote on the newly discovered chat board Father's Day night. The quitters in the room knew how I was feeling before I did but let me spout anyway... "It's been such a big part of my life for so long, what will I do when it's gone?" Be free and live your life, they said.
"I want to, I'm going to, as soon as I'm ready", I typed with a big fat lip and a bottle full of brown shit by the bedside. "I know you've got balls man, why not now? You're here for a reason", they reasoned, "what's stopping you from dumping the shit and getting on with it?" I didn't know. "Got kids?" Yup. "Want to be around for them for awhile?" Yup. "You're no different than anyone else here, grow a set, take the leap, own it, honor the process, sign up and post roll everyday." So I did.
6 Days in and the headaches have subsided, my mouth feels smooth and my breath is fresh. Triggers are everywhere because if I wasn't eating or sleeping I was dipping or thinking about it. When I woke up, in the car, at work, watching T.V., at the movies, after meals, early morning, early afternoon, early evening and the time right before bed are the only times I think about it now but I understand the bitch will fade. Our 25 year relationship has run its course.
Not going it alone has gotten me to this point and I suspect is what will help me the rest of today and the following days. My family and friends couldn't be happier or more proud but it's you all, the perfect strangers who pushed me over the cliff and packed the parachute that eased the fall who I owe a debt of gratitude.
I'm looking forward to paying that back some day by helping some other poor schlep take back his life and be around to watch his grandkids grow.
I will not spit in your face for saving my life, I will not spit today.
Nice intro! You are correct, this place is magic. I found the chat room on my14th day quit. I was freaking out and not sure what the hell was going on, almost ready yo say piss on it and start dipping again.
When I entered chat everyone talked to me and asked me what was up, are you quit, for how long? I could not believe it. Then I was directed to the what to expect page. I joined the site and have been here since.
These bad ass quitters will save your life if you let them. Welcome to the party. Grab a seat and stay awhile....
STAY QUIT
Greg
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I agree this place is Magic! I believe there is a God and he led me here. There are hundreds of guardian angel called quitters that have been guiding me through the past 83 days. I will continue to pay it forward! That's how this whole process works.
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You keep up the good work and we'll keep on supporting you.
You can do this.
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You were meant to be here. 1 day at a time. Before you know it, you will reinvent what it is to be you.
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"I feel like I'm standing over a cliff, blindfolded with a bunch of strangers telling me to jump and that everything will be o.k." or something to that effect is what I wrote on the newly discovered chat board Father's Day night. The quitters in the room knew how I was feeling before I did but let me spout anyway... "It's been such a big part of my life for so long, what will I do when it's gone?" Be free and live your life, they said.
"I want to, I'm going to, as soon as I'm ready", I typed with a big fat lip and a bottle full of brown shit by the bedside. "I know you've got balls man, why not now? You're here for a reason", they reasoned, "what's stopping you from dumping the shit and getting on with it?" I didn't know. "Got kids?" Yup. "Want to be around for them for awhile?" Yup. "You're no different than anyone else here, grow a set, take the leap, own it, honor the process, sign up and post roll everyday." So I did.
6 Days in and the headaches have subsided, my mouth feels smooth and my breath is fresh. Triggers are everywhere because if I wasn't eating or sleeping I was dipping or thinking about it. When I woke up, in the car, at work, watching T.V., at the movies, after meals, early morning, early afternoon, early evening and the time right before bed are the only times I think about it now but I understand the bitch will fade. Our 25 year relationship has run its course.
Not going it alone has gotten me to this point and I suspect is what will help me the rest of today and the following days. My family and friends couldn't be happier or more proud but it's you all, the perfect strangers who pushed me over the cliff and packed the parachute that eased the fall who I owe a debt of gratitude.
I'm looking forward to paying that back some day by helping some other poor schlep take back his life and be around to watch his grandkids grow.
I will not spit in your face for saving my life, I will not spit today.
I was there in chat last Sunday when you came in, you were a tough nut to crack and honestly I didn't think we were going to get you that night, but you did it, you made that committment and here you are nearly a week later being quit.
I'm glad it feels good for you now, I am glad I saw this intro. I am glad I was there last Sunday for you. Copingwithoutcopen, you just made my quit a little bit stronger. I hope the other quitters that helped you jump off the cliff see this too.
If you need anything let me know.
Tim
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"I feel like I'm standing over a cliff, blindfolded with a bunch of strangers telling me to jump and that everything will be o.k." or something to that effect is what I wrote on the newly discovered chat board Father's Day night. The quitters in the room knew how I was feeling before I did but let me spout anyway... "It's been such a big part of my life for so long, what will I do when it's gone?" Be free and live your life, they said.
"I want to, I'm going to, as soon as I'm ready", I typed with a big fat lip and a bottle full of brown shit by the bedside. "I know you've got balls man, why not now? You're here for a reason", they reasoned, "what's stopping you from dumping the shit and getting on with it?" I didn't know. "Got kids?" Yup. "Want to be around for them for awhile?" Yup. "You're no different than anyone else here, grow a set, take the leap, own it, honor the process, sign up and post roll everyday." So I did.
6 Days in and the headaches have subsided, my mouth feels smooth and my breath is fresh. Triggers are everywhere because if I wasn't eating or sleeping I was dipping or thinking about it. When I woke up, in the car, at work, watching T.V., at the movies, after meals, early morning, early afternoon, early evening and the time right before bed are the only times I think about it now but I understand the bitch will fade. Our 25 year relationship has run its course.
Not going it alone has gotten me to this point and I suspect is what will help me the rest of today and the following days. My family and friends couldn't be happier or more proud but it's you all, the perfect strangers who pushed me over the cliff and packed the parachute that eased the fall who I owe a debt of gratitude.
I'm looking forward to paying that back some day by helping some other poor schlep take back his life and be around to watch his grandkids grow.Â
I will not spit in your face for saving my life, I will not spit today.
I was there in chat last Sunday when you came in, you were a tough nut to crack and honestly I didn't think we were going to get you that night, but you did it, you made that committment and here you are nearly a week later being quit.
I'm glad it feels good for you now, I am glad I saw this intro. I am glad I was there last Sunday for you. Copingwithoutcopen, you just made my quit a little bit stronger. I hope the other quitters that helped you jump off the cliff see this too.
If you need anything let me know.
Tim
BWB, it's appreciated. When we pack each others chute we ought naught screw it up. No, wait, that doesn't sound right. It's a big responsibility to offer a way to fall gently right before you push the guy over the falls. My quit is a bit stronger because of yours and everyone else's resolve too.
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"Quitting leads to rage, rage leads to anger, anger leads to rededication, rededication leads to inspiration, inspiration leads to success, success leads to FREEDOM!!!", Someone much smarter then me
It turns out I'm so much more fucked up than I ever thought humanly possible. I thought I had it all figured out yet have obsessed over nothing. I thought things had been laid out straight and smooth but it turns out the road is full of potholes, twists and turns. I feel my face flush with the thought of how distant and what an ass I've been to my family and friends. I walk around in circles, daggers for pupils looking for a wall to tear down or punch through, burn down or even build up in defense.
I was so fucking pissed at myself, some of you and this site, I'd lost sight of where the focus of that anger is best served... nicotine. As I refocus it and start wiping my own ass with the nic bitch's panties, I'll look forward to riding the back of the short bus with you all on the next phase of our journey. The truth of the matter is, I don't have a fucking clue how I could have gotten to ten weeks without this place and can't imagine having to travel this road alone or ever again, for any reason.
:wub:
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The truth of the matter is, I don't have a fucking clue how I could have gotten to ten weeks without this place and can't imagine having to travel this road alone or ever again, for any reason.
:wub:
That is exactly how I feel. The power of this site is amazing. No way I quit without it. Absolutely no way. Thanks to you - someone I will likely never meet - for helping me quit today. That's good shit.
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It's good to know we're not alone! Exactly how I feel! Where have 22 weeks gone?
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It's good to know we're not alone! Exactly how I feel! Where have 22 weeks gone?
Every day gets a little better and every day we learn something new. You should be getting past the rage stage and ready to turn a new corner. Keep focused, get ready for the what the hell do I do now's. You got my number, call me anytime you need. Keep on keeping on!
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My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.
Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.
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My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.
Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.
My heart breaks when I read this kind of tragedy. I think of how this could have been me. How that could be my wife and my kids. Thanks to all those here who helped me quit and who help me stay quit! No place else offers as much support as the fine people here. Reach out and take it! It will save your life!!
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Some thoughts approaching half a year of freedom...
One day at a time adds up pretty quick. I never thought it possible but here we are.
Every cave strengthens my resolve. Being an addict keeps me on guard.
These hallowed halls are a microcosm of our society...
There are brave, freedom loving folks from every corner of this great nation and every walk of life. Warriors, teachers, engineers, protectors, producers, geeks, jocks, jar heads and even a few lawyers are represented. Nobody is left behind and our similarities bind us together, we're quit. Just like our real life communities, there are givers, takers and those that bounce between the two.
We strive to be better for ourselves, our families and our neighbors.
You learn quickly who to depend on and who you can't.
The outpouring of love, support and accountability is humbling.
I came here for help quitting dip and ended up learning more about history, politics, female anatomy, Hiafuckinku, cars, bestiality, hunting, New Zealand Hakas. Damn, I've learned shit I didn't even know I didn't know.
So thank you, you bunch of fuck tahds that help me stay quit. Thanks to all those that couldn't quite get it down. Thanks to all those that will post their promise from here on out, honor it and repeat.
153 days of liberation
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Courageous self leadership (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDH7JiUBllg&feature=relmfu) is the key to success here and out there. If you can picture it, believe explicitly in it, you can do it. 4 parts if you've got the time.
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Congrats on 200 bro!
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Congrats on 200 bro!
Thanks brother! Feels goo... building a mosaic of quit.
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So, what your saying is if I keep posting roll everyday and honor my word, I get to laugh my nuts off, learn new crap and become a better person? Oh, and in the mean time I'll be free from the nasty shit that enslaved me, tried to kill me and took my money for almost 25 years. It's only worked for 216 days so far but I'm gonna prove you gheys right again today. Count on it.
Hey Nicole, 'Finger'
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.
The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.
The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'
I guess Jbuilder has never been left in a compromising position during a fire alarm. :rolleyes:
We didn't have kids because we wanted more friends but I'm sure glad you folks are out there to sound off with.
'arse'
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.
The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'
I guess Jbuilder has never been left in a compromising position during a fire alarm. :rolleyes:
We didn't have kids because we wanted more friends but I'm sure glad you folks are out there to sound off with.
'arse'
I have a sincere question for you. When you first saw that can. Not when you touched it, or when you opened it, but when you very first caught sight of it..... what was your body's reaction?
I ask because I had a similar experience a few months ago. I opened a desk drawer (the one where I used to keep my dip chew), and saw the edge of what looked just like a Redman Golden Blend (my poison of choice) pack. It wasn't, but my reaction was enlightening.
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.
The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'
I guess Jbuilder has never been left in a compromising position during a fire alarm. :rolleyes:
We didn't have kids because we wanted more friends but I'm sure glad you folks are out there to sound off with.
'arse'
I have a sincere question for you. When you first saw that can. Not when you touched it, or when you opened it, but when you very first caught sight of it..... what was your body's reaction?
I ask because I had a similar experience a few months ago. I opened a desk drawer (the one where I used to keep my dip chew), and saw the edge of what looked just like a Redman Golden Blend (my poison of choice) pack. It wasn't, but my reaction was enlightening.
There was really no reaction initially other then putting it aside and being surprised there was still something hanging around. I made a quick note and went about trying to retrieve the folder then put the rest of the crap back in the drawer, threw some junk out and opened the can. My body didn't react until right there when the smell hit me, I headed to the shittah. The act became more symbolic of controlling what I could with a flush and leaving the rest. I was going to just throw the nic. gum in the trash but cutting it into little pieces seemed important at the time, my big FU 'Finger' nic! I've got a pretty good hunch though, had I not made that promise yesterday morning a lesser man would be finger bangin the tin again even after all this time, none too happy about it. 'Crazy'
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.
The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'
I guess Jbuilder has never been left in a compromising position during a fire alarm. :rolleyes:
We didn't have kids because we wanted more friends but I'm sure glad you folks are out there to sound off with.
'arse'
I have a sincere question for you. When you first saw that can. Not when you touched it, or when you opened it, but when you very first caught sight of it..... what was your body's reaction?
I ask because I had a similar experience a few months ago. I opened a desk drawer (the one where I used to keep my dip chew), and saw the edge of what looked just like a Redman Golden Blend (my poison of choice) pack. It wasn't, but my reaction was enlightening.
There was really no reaction initially other then putting it aside and being surprised there was still something hanging around. I made a quick note and went about trying to retrieve the folder then put the rest of the crap back in the drawer, threw some junk out and opened the can. My body didn't react until right there when the smell hit me, I headed to the shittah. The act became more symbolic of controlling what I could with a flush and leaving the rest. I was going to just throw the nic. gum in the trash but cutting it into little pieces seemed important at the time, my big FU 'Finger' nic! I've got a pretty good hunch though, had I not made that promise yesterday morning a lesser man would be finger bangin the tin again even after all this time, none too happy about it. 'Crazy'
Cool deal. I dig the symbology.
I was just asking because my initial reaction really pissed me off. I posted it here somewhere, but can't find it now. What I saw was the corner of a pack of sunflower seeds. Exactly same brown color as RGB. My heart fluttered. Seriously, I don't know if it was a shot of adrenaline or dopamine from past experiences or if it was caused by the brief fear of "What have I done?". It happened so quick, I really don't know. But I can tell you with 100% certainty that it happened. My whole system took a hit. Then had kind of a hot flash as my body cleared out the chemicals. It was kinda like when you get really startled and then realize there's no danger. This was probably around day 700 or something and really got my attention. Been wondering ever since if I was the only one who's experienced it.
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My poison of choice was Copenhegan because it said right there on the can how satisfying it was. Every once in a while the store would be out and I'd have to settle for some other brand of poison but it was satisfaction I was in it for. The thing about cope is when it was fresh it was moist and supple but after a couple of months it was like sand. That's not to say I wouldn't have tried to pack it if there were no other options but that was just the nature of the snuff.
The other day, I stuck a file in the top drawer of my bedside table. I guess I was hoping to keep it out of sight but not out of mind. Somehow, the folder got logged behind the drawer so I ended up removing everything from the drawer to get my fat arm above the back of the drawer to retrieve it. Anyway, this drawer has been a catch all for years and I never really go through it. Among its contents were two double nicorette gum tablet packages (megamilligrams) and half a can of Wintergreen Kodiak. I had no idea that stuff was there and I opened the can seeing it was moist and supple. My eyebrow twitched but I got up and dumped the shit in the shittah. I then retrieved the kitchen shears and cut up the gum packages into the bowl and flushed it all away, watching it, washing my hands thinking this...
So, the last couple of weeks have really sucked. I realize my problems are no different or no worse then anyone else's. My kid thinks I'm an asshole and to a certain extent he might be right but I'll tell you this, I'm a quit asshole. Two hundred and fifty days with all of you has taught me that it doesn't really matter what form she comes to you in, she will come. And it doesn't matter how shitty your life is at any given moment, Nicole will only make it shittier. Something else to, honoring my promise to you under adverse conditions today feels pretty fucking good. Never again for any reason! Let's do it again tomorrow.
Kick ass! Me and my boy battle. He thinks I'm an asshole too. You just reminded me that I am a quit asshole. No one will take my quit status from me. Nic can't take it. Only I can't surrender. None of my flags are white. I have a red one that I wave when I'm in trouble but no white flag and no white towel.
I'm a quitter! From one asshole to anotherway may the quit be with you.
Hey guys I got news for you! Nicotine or not, quit or not being a dad has its privileges one of those is you get to be an asshole from time to time! From my experience after they are on their own for a few years and really screw up you turn into a damn smart asshole! It's like quitting it gets easier with time.
The real question is why you needed a file in the drawer of your bedside table. Is this in the event you lose the keys to the handcuffs 'boob'
I guess Jbuilder has never been left in a compromising position during a fire alarm. :rolleyes:
We didn't have kids because we wanted more friends but I'm sure glad you folks are out there to sound off with.
'arse'
I have a sincere question for you. When you first saw that can. Not when you touched it, or when you opened it, but when you very first caught sight of it..... what was your body's reaction?
I ask because I had a similar experience a few months ago. I opened a desk drawer (the one where I used to keep my dip chew), and saw the edge of what looked just like a Redman Golden Blend (my poison of choice) pack. It wasn't, but my reaction was enlightening.
There was really no reaction initially other then putting it aside and being surprised there was still something hanging around. I made a quick note and went about trying to retrieve the folder then put the rest of the crap back in the drawer, threw some junk out and opened the can. My body didn't react until right there when the smell hit me, I headed to the shittah. The act became more symbolic of controlling what I could with a flush and leaving the rest. I was going to just throw the nic. gum in the trash but cutting it into little pieces seemed important at the time, my big FU 'Finger' nic! I've got a pretty good hunch though, had I not made that promise yesterday morning a lesser man would be finger bangin the tin again even after all this time, none too happy about it. 'Crazy'
Cool deal. I dig the symbology.
I was just asking because my initial reaction really pissed me off. I posted it here somewhere, but can't find it now. What I saw was the corner of a pack of sunflower seeds. Exactly same brown color as RGB. My heart fluttered. Seriously, I don't know if it was a shot of adrenaline or dopamine from past experiences or if it was caused by the brief fear of "What have I done?". It happened so quick, I really don't know. But I can tell you with 100% certainty that it happened. My whole system took a hit. Then had kind of a hot flash as my body cleared out the chemicals. It was kinda like when you get really startled and then realize there's no danger. This was probably around day 700 or something and really got my attention. Been wondering ever since if I was the only one who's experienced it.
First off, nice work flushing that shit and cutting up the gum. Symbolic or not, that's how you handle, Nicole. I too came across an old can under the drivers seat in my car. I can't remember where I was in my quit but I know it was past 100 days. I remember looking at it like a High School kid that found an empty beer bottle under his seat. I picked it up, opened it to look at the few dried up flecks of worm dirt at the bottom and thought, "Damn, I really need to clean my car more often." Never did I think about smelling it, buying a can or dipping. It was just a thought about what a fucking slob I am.
Second - being a father gives us the right to be an asshole now and then. We're smarter than they are and need an asshole to set them straight. That's our job! Raise our kids to be contributing human beings when they leave the house. They are usually wrong and we need to right them. Stay firm in your parenting as you are in your quit and you'll do just fine.
Proud to be quit with you.
DiplessinJax
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Man, you fuggahs ah the nuts. Thanks for helping me stay quit.
327
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Man, you fuggahs ah the nuts. Thanks for helping me stay quit.
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Super proud to be quit with YOU cwoc!!! 'bang head'
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CONGRATULATIONS ON 0NE YEAR! 'worship'
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Congratulations CWOC....bad ass indeed!!! Keep fighting the Good fight brother.
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Congratulations CWOC....bad ass indeed!!! Keep fighting the Good fight brother.
Bravo, nicely done sir !
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Congratulations CWOC....bad ass indeed!!! Keep fighting the Good fight brother.
Bravo, nicely done sir !
Great job cwoc. Don't ever let me catch you brother.
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Thank you all! I feel like a kid on christmas morning ripping the paper off the red ryder carbide action 200 shot range model air riffle. The gift of freedom is that good today and every day. I've got all of you to thank for it. Full homoeax.
copingwithappreciation
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Thank you all! I feel like a kid on christmas morning ripping the paper off the red ryder carbide action 200 shot range model air riffle. The gift of freedom is that good today and every day. I've got all of you to thank for it. Full homoeax.
copingwithappreciation
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That's a beautiful number CWC! Have an awesome day celebrating your freedom!
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goo stuff -- grab a beverage, enjoy the accomplishment and get back on the quit road with a new challenge on the horizon and don't forget to update that goal in Apr 12!!!!
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goo stuff -- grab a beverage, enjoy the accomplishment and get back on the quit road with a new challenge on the horizon and don't forget to update that goal in Apr 12!!!!
'Cheers'
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Another champ from September hits a year. Bravo. 'Y'
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My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.
Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.
My heart breaks when I read this kind of tragedy. I think of how this could have been me. How that could be my wife and my kids. Thanks to all those here who helped me quit and who help me stay quit! No place else offers as much support as the fine people here. Reach out and take it! It will save your life!!
Wade made it to 47 and died this pass weekend. I'm angry, sad and scared at the same time but glad to be doing my part to hit big tobacco in the pocket all day again today with all you crazy kids.
I get the argument that we make the choice to use and increase our risk of an early death but I'll be damned if I'll give those fuggers a free ride in choosing to profit from a product they know will eventually kill their customers. This dilemma is overcome with marketing to kids and setting the hook into the next wave of users. The millions spent on lobbying to lube those gears makes me sick to my stomach.
UST...
'Finger'
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My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.
Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.
My heart breaks when I read this kind of tragedy. I think of how this could have been me. How that could be my wife and my kids. Thanks to all those here who helped me quit and who help me stay quit! No place else offers as much support as the fine people here. Reach out and take it! It will save your life!!
Wade made it to 47 and died this pass weekend. I'm angry, sad and scared at the same time but glad to be doing my part to hit big tobacco in the pocket all day again today with all you crazy kids.
I get the argument that we make the choice to use and increase our risk of an early death but I'll be damned if I'll give those fuggers a free ride in choosing to profit from a product they know will eventually kill their customers. This dilemma is overcome with marketing to kids and setting the hook into the next wave of users. The millions spent on lobbying to lube those gears makes me sick to my stomach.
UST...
'Finger'
I'm sorry to hear this bro! And yet I am glad you are sharing it! It may make the difference between a member thinking about giving up and deciding that fighting really is worth it! Thanks for reminding me of why I am quit! My heart goes out to all of you involved!
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My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.
Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.
My heart breaks when I read this kind of tragedy. I think of how this could have been me. How that could be my wife and my kids. Thanks to all those here who helped me quit and who help me stay quit! No place else offers as much support as the fine people here. Reach out and take it! It will save your life!!
Wade made it to 47 and died this pass weekend. I'm angry, sad and scared at the same time but glad to be doing my part to hit big tobacco in the pocket all day again today with all you crazy kids.
I get the argument that we make the choice to use and increase our risk of an early death but I'll be damned if I'll give those fuggers a free ride in choosing to profit from a product they know will eventually kill their customers. This dilemma is overcome with marketing to kids and setting the hook into the next wave of users. The millions spent on lobbying to lube those gears makes me sick to my stomach.
UST...
'Finger'
I'm sorry to hear this bro! And yet I am glad you are sharing it! It may make the difference between a member thinking about giving up and deciding that fighting really is worth it! Thanks for reminding me of why I am quit! My heart goes out to all of you involved!
Sorry to hear of a loss so close to your family. It is great that the young man had more time to spend with his young family. Hopefully his family can grieve and remember the happy times of his life.
Thanks for sharing and i will QUIT strong each and every day for this young man.
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My son's best friend's father has just been diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. There won't be any treatment given the advancement and size of the tumor. He was/is a heavy smoker and will spend the rest of his days preparing to leave his wife and 13 y/o son behind at the ripe old age of 46.
Stay quit folks. Don't let regret be your final thought.
My heart breaks when I read this kind of tragedy. I think of how this could have been me. How that could be my wife and my kids. Thanks to all those here who helped me quit and who help me stay quit! No place else offers as much support as the fine people here. Reach out and take it! It will save your life!!
Wade made it to 47 and died this pass weekend. I'm angry, sad and scared at the same time but glad to be doing my part to hit big tobacco in the pocket all day again today with all you crazy kids.
I get the argument that we make the choice to use and increase our risk of an early death but I'll be damned if I'll give those fuggers a free ride in choosing to profit from a product they know will eventually kill their customers. This dilemma is overcome with marketing to kids and setting the hook into the next wave of users. The millions spent on lobbying to lube those gears makes me sick to my stomach.
UST...
'Finger'
I'm sorry to hear this bro! And yet I am glad you are sharing it! It may make the difference between a member thinking about giving up and deciding that fighting really is worth it! Thanks for reminding me of why I am quit! My heart goes out to all of you involved!
Sorry to hear of a loss so close to your family. It is great that the young man had more time to spend with his young family. Hopefully his family can grieve and remember the happy times of his life.
Thanks for sharing and i will QUIT strong each and every day for this young man.
Sorry Cope to hear about your sons' best friends father.
I am glad you are here and quit every a.m.
I'm with YOU Cope!
'Finger' UST and ALL of those who promote the Poison!! Alcohol TOO!!!!
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600 Wicked Pissa you sir are a badass quitah
:asskiss:
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600 Wicked Pissa you sir are a badass quitah
:asskiss:
'BanDog'
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600 Wicked Pissa you sir are a badass quitah
:asskiss:
'BanDog'
'nhl'
just giving the nic a cross check.....nice job brother
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600 Wicked Pissa you sir are a badass quitah
:asskiss:
'BanDog'
'nhl'
just giving the nic a cross check.....nice job brother
You mean it is possible to not cave for 600? Well effing done sir!
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600 Wicked Pissa you sir are a badass quitah
:asskiss:
'BanDog'
'nhl'
just giving the nic a cross check.....nice job brother
You mean it is possible to not cave for 600? Well effing done sir!
Very nice 600!
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600 Wicked Pissa you sir are a badass quitah
:asskiss:
'BanDog'
'nhl'
just giving the nic a cross check.....nice job brother
You mean it is possible to not cave for 600? Well effing done sir!
Very nice 600!
Thanks men! The only thing better then 600 is 601. If not for you all and KTC, I'd still be scrambling for the next fix, out another $4 G's, staring at my forked tongue in the mirror, wondering when it would fall off. My sincerest thanks.
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Day 650
Walking the dog at sun up this morning, I noticed a hawk in the middle of the next yard, feeding on a rabbit. Man, they're big beautiful birds. Holding down the prize with sharp talons and the full weight of his mass, it's head dove in rhythmically, tearing through meat and sinew. White and grey fur floated away on the breeze as he concentrated on his breakfast. The raptor barely noticed us and the dog sat quietly but intently while we watched. We don't see too many hawks around here but we do have a bunch of bunnies. They've enjoyed some success lately but seem to have gotten complacent, barely taking notice of the dog.
I can't help but feel like KTC provides the thicket for vigilant rabbits with an eye to the sky. UST waits, watches and will pounce without prejudice. It's what they do and how they survive. There are no special bunnies, only sustenance. While the circling shadows are ever present, they get smaller and less menacing each day. There's nothing in the open and they move on. Please, don't be a dead bunny. Use the tools, take shelter, post your promise every day.
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Wow. 700 days! Congrats brother!
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Wow. 700 days! Congrats brother!
700 is strong. Congrats at +1 every day. Thanks for supporting the rookies.
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
Great in a lot of ways. Yesterday coping posted in dec 2012 the amount of money saved since dumping the can. It was startling. Like.. Enough for a Hawaii vacation. There are a lot of benefits to quitting, and coping is enjoying all of them.
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
Great in a lot of ways. Yesterday coping posted in dec 2012 the amount of money saved since dumping the can. It was startling. Like.. Enough for a Hawaii vacation. There are a lot of benefits to quitting, and coping is enjoying all of them.
'BanDog'
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
Great in a lot of ways. Yesterday coping posted in dec 2012 the amount of money saved since dumping the can. It was startling. Like.. Enough for a Hawaii vacation. There are a lot of benefits to quitting, and coping is enjoying all of them.
'BanDog'
Every day's a gift. A gift given freely by a bunch of strangers, accepted gratefully and honored daily.
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
Great in a lot of ways. Yesterday coping posted in dec 2012 the amount of money saved since dumping the can. It was startling. Like.. Enough for a Hawaii vacation. There are a lot of benefits to quitting, and coping is enjoying all of them.
'BanDog'
Every day's a gift. A gift given freely by a bunch of strangers, accepted gratefully and honored daily.
Congrats on the 700 friend. 2 years just around the corner. The hundreds are awesome...but single digits kick ass.
Beware a funk around 700. You've got the tools. You know what to do.
Thanks for hanging out wid ol LOOT.
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
Great in a lot of ways. Yesterday coping posted in dec 2012 the amount of money saved since dumping the can. It was startling. Like.. Enough for a Hawaii vacation. There are a lot of benefits to quitting, and coping is enjoying all of them.
'BanDog'
Every day's a gift. A gift given freely by a bunch of strangers, accepted gratefully and honored daily.
Congrats on the 700 friend. 2 years just around the corner. The hundreds are awesome...but single digits kick ass.
Beware a funk around 700. You've got the tools. You know what to do.
Thanks for hanging out wid ol LOOT.
Congrats on 7 Hundy. Roll on young man. Roll on...
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
Great in a lot of ways. Yesterday coping posted in dec 2012 the amount of money saved since dumping the can. It was startling. Like.. Enough for a Hawaii vacation. There are a lot of benefits to quitting, and coping is enjoying all of them.
'BanDog'
Every day's a gift. A gift given freely by a bunch of strangers, accepted gratefully and honored daily.
Congrats on the 700 friend. 2 years just around the corner. The hundreds are awesome...but single digits kick ass.
Beware a funk around 700. You've got the tools. You know what to do.
Thanks for hanging out wid ol LOOT.
Congrats on 7 Hundy. Roll on young man. Roll on...
700!!! That's how you kill the nic bitch ODAAT!!! Congrats!!
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Two years! Well done CWC!
'BanDog' 'BanDog'
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700 days is really something to celebrate- enjoy your day!
Great in a lot of ways. Yesterday coping posted in dec 2012 the amount of money saved since dumping the can. It was startling. Like.. Enough for a Hawaii vacation. There are a lot of benefits to quitting, and coping is enjoying all of them.
'BanDog'
Every day's a gift. A gift given freely by a bunch of strangers, accepted gratefully and honored daily.
Congrats on the 700 friend. 2 years just around the corner. The hundreds are awesome...but single digits kick ass.
Beware a funk around 700. You've got the tools. You know what to do.
Thanks for hanging out wid ol LOOT.
Congrats on 7 Hundy. Roll on young man. Roll on...
700!!! That's how you kill the nic bitch ODAAT!!! Congrats!!
Goo stuff!
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Two years! Well done CWC!
'BanDog' 'BanDog'
Without ktc, all of you and our daily promise, I'm not enjoying 2 years of freedom today. No bout adoubt it. Now, I'm not sure how you repay the folks who put 5 grand indirectly into your pocket or who've systematically extended the opportunities I get to spend with my family. I mean, how do you pay back time, better health or peace of mind? I'm pretty sure of this, though; Curt Schilling, Jim Kelly and Tony Gwynn would gladly enjoy the privilege it is to figure it out each day. I suppose I could just write a check but that money's already been spent on a scuba diver's license, equipment and metal detector soz to recover all the weapons on the bottom of the various lakes and ponds around the country. Until then, I'm quit with you all and look forward to 731! Thank You.
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Two years! Well done CWC!
'BanDog' 'BanDog'
Without ktc, all of you and our daily promise, I'm not enjoying 2 years of freedom today. No bout adoubt it. Now, I'm not sure how you repay the folks who put 5 grand indirectly into your pocket or who've systematically extended the opportunities I get to spend with my family. I mean, how do you pay back time, better health or peace of mind? I'm pretty sure of this, though; Curt Schilling, Jim Kelly and Tony Gwynn would gladly enjoy the privilege it is to figure it out each day. I suppose I could just write a check but that money's already been spent on a scuba diver's license, equipment and metal detector soz to recover all the weapons on the bottom of the various lakes and ponds around the country. Until then, I'm quit with you all and look forward to 731! Thank You.
Two,,, sweet!
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Two years! Well done CWC!
'BanDog' 'BanDog'
Without ktc, all of you and our daily promise, I'm not enjoying 2 years of freedom today. No bout adoubt it. Now, I'm not sure how you repay the folks who put 5 grand indirectly into your pocket or who've systematically extended the opportunities I get to spend with my family. I mean, how do you pay back time, better health or peace of mind? I'm pretty sure of this, though; Curt Schilling, Jim Kelly and Tony Gwynn would gladly enjoy the privilege it is to figure it out each day. I suppose I could just write a check but that money's already been spent on a scuba diver's license, equipment and metal detector soz to recover all the weapons on the bottom of the various lakes and ponds around the country. Until then, I'm quit with you all and look forward to 731! Thank You.
Two,,, sweet!
Congrats....kick ass stuff!!
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Two years! Well done CWC!
'BanDog' 'BanDog'
Without ktc, all of you and our daily promise, I'm not enjoying 2 years of freedom today. No bout adoubt it. Now, I'm not sure how you repay the folks who put 5 grand indirectly into your pocket or who've systematically extended the opportunities I get to spend with my family. I mean, how do you pay back time, better health or peace of mind? I'm pretty sure of this, though; Curt Schilling, Jim Kelly and Tony Gwynn would gladly enjoy the privilege it is to figure it out each day. I suppose I could just write a check but that money's already been spent on a scuba diver's license, equipment and metal detector soz to recover all the weapons on the bottom of the various lakes and ponds around the country. Until then, I'm quit with you all and look forward to 731! Thank You.
Two,,, sweet!
Congrats....kick ass stuff!!
Two years. That's big boy stuff. You're a Fucking MONSTER!!!
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Two years! Well done CWC!
'BanDog' 'BanDog'
Without ktc, all of you and our daily promise, I'm not enjoying 2 years of freedom today. No bout adoubt it. Now, I'm not sure how you repay the folks who put 5 grand indirectly into your pocket or who've systematically extended the opportunities I get to spend with my family. I mean, how do you pay back time, better health or peace of mind? I'm pretty sure of this, though; Curt Schilling, Jim Kelly and Tony Gwynn would gladly enjoy the privilege it is to figure it out each day. I suppose I could just write a check but that money's already been spent on a scuba diver's license, equipment and metal detector soz to recover all the weapons on the bottom of the various lakes and ponds around the country. Until then, I'm quit with you all and look forward to 731! Thank You.
Two,,, sweet!
Congrats....kick ass stuff!!
Two years. That's big boy stuff. You're a Fucking MONSTER!!!
Cwoc Like Fuck!
Go grab a beah and some tits 'boob' 'boob'
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Congrats,
Two years is a hell of a milestone!! Keep it up and QLF one day at a time!!
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Two years! Well done CWC!
'BanDog' 'BanDog'
Without ktc, all of you and our daily promise, I'm not enjoying 2 years of freedom today. No bout adoubt it. Now, I'm not sure how you repay the folks who put 5 grand indirectly into your pocket or who've systematically extended the opportunities I get to spend with my family. I mean, how do you pay back time, better health or peace of mind? I'm pretty sure of this, though; Curt Schilling, Jim Kelly and Tony Gwynn would gladly enjoy the privilege it is to figure it out each day. I suppose I could just write a check but that money's already been spent on a scuba diver's license, equipment and metal detector soz to recover all the weapons on the bottom of the various lakes and ponds around the country. Until then, I'm quit with you all and look forward to 731! Thank You.
Two,,, sweet!
Congrats....kick ass stuff!!
Two years. That's big boy stuff. You're a Fucking MONSTER!!!
Cwoc Like Fuck!
Go grab a beah and some tits 'boob' 'boob'
Proud to be a friend. I will never catch up to you, but I damn sure will keep pace. Congratulations on 2 years!
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To quit is to live. To stay quit is to love.
Thank you all.
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To quit is to live. To stay quit is to love.
Thank you all.
Thanks to you too, without quit superstars it would be that much harder.
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To quit is to live. To stay quit is to love.
Thank you all.
Thanks to you too, without quit superstars it would be that much harder.
brother will stand beside you each and every day. just keep putting up those +1s
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Arriving 8th Floor
Small Appliances and women's unmentionables...
'oh yeah'
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Arriving 8th Floor
Small Appliances and women's unmentionables...
'oh yeah'
8th flour sounds pretty nice. Congrats!
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Arriving 8th Floor
Small Appliances and women's unmentionables...
'oh yeah'
8th flour sounds pretty nice. Congrats!
They only look like women's unmentionables, actually Hipster has been wearing them! Congrats on the 800 Dana!!!! 'oh yeah'
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If you read nothing else today, take a look at Bobby Robins of the Boston Bruins slam nicotine to the boards...
http://www.bobbyrobins.com/metamorphosis/ (http://www.bobbyrobins.com/metamorphosis/)
I can, I will.
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Congrats on 900, Coping.
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Congrats on 900, Coping.
Sweet!
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Congrats on 900, Coping.
Sweet!
Superbadass!
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Congrats on 900, Coping.
Sweet!
Superbadass!
HOF countdown to your comma! Excellent!
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Congrats on 900, Coping.
Sweet!
Superbadass!
HOF countdown to your comma! Excellent!
Congrats that is badass.
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Congrats on 900, Coping.
Sweet!
Superbadass!
HOF countdown to your comma! Excellent!
Congrats that is badass.
Thanks, men. I owe you all a great debt that I intend to pay for 9318 more days. At that point, you're all on your own. 'Finger'
[(#years of use) * (#days/year)] - (#days of freedom)=(posting days remaining)
(28*365)-902=9318
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3 years is badass, bro. Congrats!
'oh yeah'
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3 years is badass, bro. Congrats!
'oh yeah'
Yep that's pretty Badass. 25 more years of posting roll to even the score. Way to lead bro! ;Ironman:
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I had a dip dream last night. That seems pretty messed up after being quit for awhile. I had a few early on but it's been a long time. Maybe it's not so long. The details are sketchy but I remember enough.
If you're quit, you probably know what these things are... You wake up in a cold sweat with a feeling of dread and an ache in the pit of your stomach because you threw it all away. They usually involve letting yourself and everyone you know, down. It's a feeling you never want to have. I attribute it to recent stressors in my life; long hours, two teens and the head gasket in my truck but whatever the hell causes them... it's still hanging around. That's messed up.
It's a huge reminder of how shitty that place was and how much I don't ever want to go back.
It makes roll call feel pretty damn good.
If you aren't quit, you probably don't know these dreams. Deep in the subconscience of your poisoned mind, there is no conflict, yet. Your natural state of not being poisoned has been forgotten and replaced with an ever increasing need for nicotine. That's pretty messed up and it begs the question, what are you waiting for?
I think these dreams are a sign that we're getting better, that the quit matters and that our unquit lives sucked a lot more then our quit lives sometimes suck. I think that knot in the pit of your stomach is a reminder that you don't want to go back, that you won't let anyone down today and that you're qlf...That's a promise.
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I had a dip dream last night. That seems pretty messed up after being quit for awhile. I had a few early on but it's been a long time. Maybe it's not so long. The details are sketchy but I remember enough.
If you're quit, you probably know what these things are... You wake up in a cold sweat with a feeling of dread and an ache in the pit of your stomach because you threw it all away. They usually involve letting yourself and everyone you know, down. It's a feeling you never want to have. I attribute it to recent stressors in my life; long hours, two teens and the head gasket in my truck but whatever the hell causes them... it's still hanging around. That's messed up.
It's a huge reminder of how shitty that place was and how much I don't ever want to go back.
It makes roll call feel pretty damn good.
If you aren't quit, you probably don't know these dreams. Deep in the subconscience of your poisoned mind, there is no conflict, yet. Your natural state of not being poisoned has been forgotten and replaced with an ever increasing need for nicotine. That's pretty messed up and it begs the question, what are you waiting for?
I think these dreams are a sign that we're getting better, that the quit matters and that our unquit lives sucked a lot more then our quit lives sometimes suck. I think that knot in the pit of your stomach is a reminder that you don't want to go back, that you won't let anyone down today and that you're qlf...That's a promise.
That's some fucked up shit right there. Amazing. 3 yrs quit and the poison has legs.
Thanks for being an example and for the support. I had a dream last week that everyone in my family
was in living room dipping. Wife and Kids. Amazing what the nic bitch is capable of in our minds.
Quit on and quit strong brother.