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Community => Introductions => Topic started by: Hootie on January 26, 2011, 11:46:00 AM
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Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addictÂ…
YepÂ…hard to say them words and harder still to do something about it. Or at least it was for way too long until now. Regardless of the rhetoric concerning how ungrateful and conniving this so called Nic Bitch (a term I hear a lot in this forum) was and still isÂ…she was my friend for 33 years. I am forty-five years old. I took my first dip at age 8 and got sicker than a dog and higher than a kite on Skoal. Four years later at the age of twelve I received as a birthday gift from my father a roll of Skoal (back when it came 10 cans to a roll) and a nice brass spittoon that had a train engraved on it.
I don’t blame my dad for my addiction. It isn’t his fault. Back then…12 years old was old enough to chew. All the cool kids did it. He didn’t hold my mouth open and pour it in for me. It was a part of “growing up” and “fitting in” that I wanted more than anything else to share in. When I got that worn-out ring on the back pocket of my jeans…I would be with the “in” crowd.
That was 1978 – flash forward to 2011
Here I sit for the “second” third consecutive nicotine-free day since 2002 introducing myself to strangers that have been or are in the same boat as I am.
Wait a minute you sayÂ…2011-2002 only makes 9 where are the other twenty four years?
I wonÂ’t lie to you. I had a break (as IÂ’ve heard it referred to as on this forum) from 2002-2003. ThatÂ’s rightÂ…I caved after a whole year due to stress from a crazy job and thinking 1 dip wouldnÂ’t hurt. You know the story from there. That 1 dip I took in 2003 lasted until 2 days ago. There itÂ’s outÂ…I once quit my quit in a moment of weakness. I wonÂ’t do it again I promise. You got my word on itÂ…
Why is this time different and why should you trust me? I really canÂ’t answer that honestlyÂ…I have great resolveÂ…I have this awesome support group nowÂ…I know the consequences of thinking just 1Â…and to be frankÂ…the temptation just isnÂ’t there. I am the only one I know of around me who dipped nowadays. Back then I was constantly surrounded by 20-30 guys who all dipped...at the same timeÂ…it was a dippers communeÂ…sharing a common spitterÂ…. I digress. While those guys will forever be my brothersÂ…I left that community a few years back to move on to other things.
One more thingÂ…I will never have to make myself go through this fog/suck again. I have been through some pretty tough stuff in my life and done a few crazy things but this takes the cake. And the second time around is worse I feel.
Why am I quitting? Good question. I am quitting because its time. It has gotten too expensiveÂ…I am/or was up to a can and a half a dayÂ…and I am just tired of being owned by that bear on that red can.
I am not quitting for my wife. She has never once complained anyhow. I am not quitting for my kids because I donÂ’t have any. I am not quitting for insurance reasons (what sense does that make). I am not quitting because I am afraid of cancer. If I was afraid of cancer I would have quite years ago. SoÂ…that leaves just plain ole me. I quit for me!
Welcome to HootieÂ’s World
Hootie Out!
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Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addictÂ…
YepÂ…hard to say them words and harder still to do something about it. Or at least it was for way too long until now. Regardless of the rhetoric concerning how ungrateful and conniving this so called Nic Bitch (a term I hear a lot in this forum) was and still isÂ…she was my friend for 33 years. I am forty-five years old. I took my first dip at age 8 and got sicker than a dog and higher than a kite on Skoal. Four years later at the age of twelve I received as a birthday gift from my father a roll of Skoal (back when it came 10 cans to a roll) and a nice brass spittoon that had a train engraved on it.
I don’t blame my dad for my addiction. It isn’t his fault. Back then…12 years old was old enough to chew. All the cool kids did it. He didn’t hold my mouth open and pour it in for me. It was a part of “growing up” and “fitting in” that I wanted more than anything else to share in. When I got that worn-out ring on the back pocket of my jeans…I would be with the “in” crowd.
That was 1978 – flash forward to 2011
Here I sit for the “second” third consecutive nicotine-free day since 2002 introducing myself to strangers that have been or are in the same boat as I am.
Wait a minute you sayÂ…2011-2002 only makes 9 where are the other twenty four years?
I wonÂ’t lie to you. I had a break (as IÂ’ve heard it referred to as on this forum) from 2002-2003. ThatÂ’s rightÂ…I caved after a whole year due to stress from a crazy job and thinking 1 dip wouldnÂ’t hurt. You know the story from there. That 1 dip I took in 2003 lasted until 2 days ago. There itÂ’s outÂ…I once quit my quit in a moment of weakness. I wonÂ’t do it again I promise. You got my word on itÂ…
Why is this time different and why should you trust me? I really canÂ’t answer that honestlyÂ…I have great resolveÂ…I have this awesome support group nowÂ…I know the consequences of thinking just 1Â…and to be frankÂ…the temptation just isnÂ’t there. I am the only one I know of around me who dipped nowadays. Back then I was constantly surrounded by 20-30 guys who all dipped...at the same timeÂ…it was a dippers communeÂ…sharing a common spitterÂ…. I digress. While those guys will forever be my brothersÂ…I left that community a few years back to move on to other things.
One more thingÂ…I will never have to make myself go through this fog/suck again. I have been through some pretty tough stuff in my life and done a few crazy things but this takes the cake. And the second time around is worse I feel.
Why am I quitting? Good question. I am quitting because its time. It has gotten too expensiveÂ…I am/or was up to a can and a half a dayÂ…and I am just tired of being owned by that bear on that red can.
I am not quitting for my wife. She has never once complained anyhow. I am not quitting for my kids because I donÂ’t have any. I am not quitting for insurance reasons (what sense does that make). I am not quitting because I am afraid of cancer. If I was afraid of cancer I would have quite years ago. SoÂ…that leaves just plain ole me. I quit for me!
Welcome to HootieÂ’s World
Hootie Out!
Welcome. Can you get me on at Augusta?
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Hello IÂ’m Hootie and I am an addictÂ…
YepÂ…hard to say them words and harder still to do something about it. Or at least it was for way too long until now. Regardless of the rhetoric concerning how ungrateful and conniving this so called Nic Bitch (a term I hear a lot in this forum) was and still isÂ…she was my friend for 33 years. I am forty-five years old. I took my first dip at age 8 and got sicker than a dog and higher than a kite on Skoal. Four years later at the age of twelve I received as a birthday gift from my father a roll of Skoal (back when it came 10 cans to a roll) and a nice brass spittoon that had a train engraved on it.
I don’t blame my dad for my addiction. It isn’t his fault. Back then…12 years old was old enough to chew. All the cool kids did it. He didn’t hold my mouth open and pour it in for me. It was a part of “growing up” and “fitting in” that I wanted more than anything else to share in. When I got that worn-out ring on the back pocket of my jeans…I would be with the “in” crowd.
That was 1978 – flash forward to 2011
Here I sit for the “second” third consecutive nicotine-free day since 2002 introducing myself to strangers that have been or are in the same boat as I am.
Wait a minute you sayÂ…2011-2002 only makes 9 where are the other twenty four years?
I wonÂ’t lie to you. I had a break (as IÂ’ve heard it referred to as on this forum) from 2002-2003. ThatÂ’s rightÂ…I caved after a whole year due to stress from a crazy job and thinking 1 dip wouldnÂ’t hurt. You know the story from there. That 1 dip I took in 2003 lasted until 2 days ago. There itÂ’s outÂ…I once quit my quit in a moment of weakness. I wonÂ’t do it again I promise. You got my word on itÂ…
Why is this time different and why should you trust me? I really canÂ’t answer that honestlyÂ…I have great resolveÂ…I have this awesome support group nowÂ…I know the consequences of thinking just 1Â…and to be frankÂ…the temptation just isnÂ’t there. I am the only one I know of around me who dipped nowadays. Back then I was constantly surrounded by 20-30 guys who all dipped...at the same timeÂ…it was a dippers communeÂ…sharing a common spitterÂ…. I digress. While those guys will forever be my brothersÂ…I left that community a few years back to move on to other things.
One more thingÂ…I will never have to make myself go through this fog/suck again. I have been through some pretty tough stuff in my life and done a few crazy things but this takes the cake. And the second time around is worse I feel.
Why am I quitting? Good question. I am quitting because its time. It has gotten too expensiveÂ…I am/or was up to a can and a half a dayÂ…and I am just tired of being owned by that bear on that red can.
I am not quitting for my wife. She has never once complained anyhow. I am not quitting for my kids because I donÂ’t have any. I am not quitting for insurance reasons (what sense does that make). I am not quitting because I am afraid of cancer. If I was afraid of cancer I would have quite years ago. SoÂ…that leaves just plain ole me. I quit for me!
Welcome to HootieÂ’s World
Hootie Out!
Welcome. Can you get me on at Augusta?
Wrong Hootie but good try...and I can't carry a tune in a bucket...and I'm sick of NASCAR; they have ruined it.
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Is it just me or does Smokey Mountain Classic taste like medicineÂ…maybe cough syrup. I like the wintergreen better and I hated Skoal or any of the wintergreen snuff.
I was a fine cut natural kind of guy
IÂ’m getting tired of smelling them wintergreen lifesavers I bought; think I will throw them out.
The jerky the wife bought at Wally world smells like butt.
My taste and smell seem to be changing at the 65 hour mark
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Is it just me or does Smokey Mountain Classic taste like medicineÂ…maybe cough syrup. I like the wintergreen better and I hated Skoal or any of the wintergreen snuff.
I was a fine cut natural kind of guy
IÂ’m getting tired of smelling them wintergreen lifesavers I bought; think I will throw them out.
The jerky the wife bought at Wally world smells like butt.
My taste and smell seem to be changing at the 65 hour mark
Life is already changing. Awesome. Keep going.
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Text Conversation with one of my very closest friends last night. I hadnÂ’t told him I was quitting and I have been holed up at the house since doing so so as to not have to deal with people. My supportive wife has been here to wait on me hand and footÂ…
Tue 25 8:12 pm
Friend: You arenÂ’t watching that arrogant sob are you?
Hootie: Evidently you are
Friend: Hell no. CanÂ’t have my blood pressure up
Hootie: Actually IÂ’m in bed reading a book. I quit chewing tobacco yesterday and I am licking my wounds
Friend: Hope you stick to it. I know that nicotine habit is hard to break. Went to lease earlier had four pigs in trap. Let em all go
Hootie: ArenÂ’t you nice all of the sudden to the little piggies. LOL 46 hrs nicotine free buddy. IÂ’m gonna be OK
Friend: 45 yrs nicotine free for me. Thank God. IÂ’m so glad I never got hooked on that crap
Hootie: YouÂ’re a better man than I wasÂ…
I said all this to askÂ…is it so much to ask for a little Scooby Snack for making it for 46 hours. JeeshÂ…
Thank goodness for this forum
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Text Conversation with one of my very closest friends last night. I hadnÂ’t told him I was quitting and I have been holed up at the house since doing so so as to not have to deal with people. My supportive wife has been here to wait on me hand and footÂ…
Tue 25 8:12 pm
Friend: You arenÂ’t watching that arrogant sob are you?
Hootie: Evidently you are
Friend: Hell no. CanÂ’t have my blood pressure up
Hootie: Actually IÂ’m in bed reading a book. I quit chewing tobacco yesterday and I am licking my wounds
Friend: Hope you stick to it. I know that nicotine habit is hard to break. Went to lease earlier had four pigs in trap. Let em all go
Hootie: ArenÂ’t you nice all of the sudden to the little piggies. LOL 46 hrs nicotine free buddy. IÂ’m gonna be OK
Friend: 45 yrs nicotine free for me. Thank God. IÂ’m so glad I never got hooked on that crap
Hootie: YouÂ’re a better man than I wasÂ…
I said all this to askÂ…is it so much to ask for a little Scooby Snack for making it for 46 hours. JeeshÂ…
Thank goodness for this forum
I ordered the Smky Mtn sampler. It includes a "straight" flavor not sold at my local wally world. Haven't gotten it yet. I'll let you know. The "classic" is awful in Smky Mtn and Hooch. I was a Skoal LC straight fella, but I prefer the flavored shit now. I used to think the flavored stuff was like a dessert dip or something. Mint hooch is tolerable. I only use fake stuff when i need a break from the salty seeds.
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Text Conversation with one of my very closest friends last night. I hadnÂ’t told him I was quitting and I have been holed up at the house since doing so so as to not have to deal with people. My supportive wife has been here to wait on me hand and footÂ…
Tue 25 8:12 pm
Friend: You arenÂ’t watching that arrogant sob are you?
Hootie: Evidently you are
Friend:Â Hell no. CanÂ’t have my blood pressure up
Hootie: Actually IÂ’m in bed reading a book. I quit chewing tobacco yesterday and I am licking my wounds
Friend:Â Hope you stick to it. I know that nicotine habit is hard to break. Went to lease earlier had four pigs in trap. Let em all go
Hootie: ArenÂ’t you nice all of the sudden to the little piggies. LOL 46 hrs nicotine free buddy. IÂ’m gonna be OK
Friend:Â 45 yrs nicotine free for me. Thank God. IÂ’m so glad I never got hooked on that crap
Hootie: YouÂ’re a better man than I wasÂ…
I said all this to askÂ…is it so much to ask for a little Scooby Snack for making it for 46 hours. JeeshÂ…
Thank goodness for this forum
I ordered the Smky Mtn sampler. It includes a "straight" flavor not sold at my local wally world. Haven't gotten it yet. I'll let you know. The "classic" is awful in Smky Mtn and Hooch. I was a Skoal LC straight fella, but I prefer the flavored shit now. I used to think the flavored stuff was like a dessert dip or something. Mint hooch is tolerable. I only use fake stuff when i need a break from the salty seeds.
Thanks for the reply Gman...sorry about the Augusta thing but it sure is pretty in the Spring
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Text Conversation with one of my very closest friends last night. I hadnÂ’t told him I was quitting and I have been holed up at the house since doing so so as to not have to deal with people. My supportive wife has been here to wait on me hand and footÂ…
Tue 25 8:12 pm
Friend: You arenÂ’t watching that arrogant sob are you?
Hootie: Evidently you are
Friend:Â Hell no. CanÂ’t have my blood pressure up
Hootie: Actually IÂ’m in bed reading a book. I quit chewing tobacco yesterday and I am licking my wounds
Friend:Â Hope you stick to it. I know that nicotine habit is hard to break. Went to lease earlier had four pigs in trap. Let em all go
Hootie: ArenÂ’t you nice all of the sudden to the little piggies. LOL 46 hrs nicotine free buddy. IÂ’m gonna be OK
Friend:Â 45 yrs nicotine free for me. Thank God. IÂ’m so glad I never got hooked on that crap
Hootie: YouÂ’re a better man than I wasÂ…
I said all this to askÂ…is it so much to ask for a little Scooby Snack for making it for 46 hours. JeeshÂ…
Thank goodness for this forum
I ordered the Smky Mtn sampler. It includes a "straight" flavor not sold at my local wally world. Haven't gotten it yet. I'll let you know. The "classic" is awful in Smky Mtn and Hooch. I was a Skoal LC straight fella, but I prefer the flavored shit now. I used to think the flavored stuff was like a dessert dip or something. Mint hooch is tolerable. I only use fake stuff when i need a break from the salty seeds.
I went for the 5 pack sampler, 2 straight, 2 mint pouches; and don't remember the lst one.
Always was a skoal/grizzly straight guy until copenhagen came out with their long cut straight for less than 3 a can last year. I was going through that like water until 3 days ago.
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BoyÂ…you guys totally screwed me out of a Scooby Snack as well by bypassing my texting thread and going straight for the merits of fake snuff thread. JeezeÂ…
FWIW- I always thought that that Grizzly on the front of the can was a little pussified. I mean reallyÂ…I bet a gerbil could look meaner
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BoyÂ…you guys totally screwed me out of a Scooby Snack as well by bypassing my texting thread and going straight for the merits of fake snuff thread. JeezeÂ…
FWIW- I always thought that that Grizzly on the front of the can was a little pussified. I mean reallyÂ…I bet a gerbil could look meaner
Folks who aren't addicts have no clue. Figured you knew that. It's not front page news. That's why we all come here to talk shop, if you will, Mr. Hootster.
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BoyÂ…you guys totally screwed me out of a Scooby Snack as well by bypassing my texting thread and going straight for the merits of fake snuff thread. JeezeÂ…
FWIW- I always thought that that Grizzly on the front of the can was a little pussified. I mean reallyÂ…I bet a gerbil could look meaner
Folks who aren't addicts have no clue. Figured you knew that. It's not front page news. That's why we all come here to talk shop, if you will, Mr. Hootster.
Thanks Gman...
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WellÂ…got that 70 hours out of the way. My body should be nicotine free now. I wonder what that and a dollar will get me down at the EZ Mart. Just kiddÂ’n I am proud. I make fun on the outside but on the inside I feel good about it because I done something. I feel just as proud for my buddies that are in the same class as me making it through this day. What a tough 3 days. AinÂ’t no turning back now my hooahs.
Hootie Out
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WellÂ…got that 70 hours out of the way. My body should be nicotine free now. I wonder what that and a dollar will get me down at the EZ Mart. Just kiddÂ’n I am proud. I make fun on the outside but on the inside I feel good about it because I done something. I feel just as proud for my buddies that are in the same class as me making it through this day. What a tough 3 days. AinÂ’t no turning back now my hooahs.
Hootie Out
No doubt. Good luck on getting out of the house tomorrow, and give me a shout if you need it. What's better than a day with no dip? Another one. 'na na'
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Well done. Nic free is the way to live. Keep it up.
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good job hootie. you got the right idea, you have to quit for yourself first and foremost - cuz if you don't want that, you're going to have a hard time down the road.
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A weird thing happened this morning. I came down the stairs to post roll and as I was headed towards my laptop I caught myself unconsciously reaching out for my can of grizzly that used to sit next to it on a table nearby. I was unconsciously going to put a dip in and post roll. In other words; go about business as usual before four days ago.
Now wait a minute you sayÂ…that would be blasphemous you dipping and posting rollÂ…enough for a man to get rolled up overÂ…enough to get thrown into the lions denÂ…but I was going to do it without even knowing.
See..I think that maybe that was a good thing. HereÂ’s the reasoningÂ…for the first time in days I wasnÂ’t so conscience of the quit that it tormented me. I reached out for that can out of habit more than want because the thing I want the most is not to ever have to go through what I just went through the last 3 days. I wouldnÂ’t have taken a dip even it had been offered up on a nice set of voluptuous boobies. It was out of habit.
SeeÂ…IÂ’ve talked myself out of an urge by thinking about something else. What were we talking about?....
I hope Jeremy comes back today and that guy Goose Slayer
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Hey! I just got a little green box and received the handle of Trollop. I donÂ’t even know what that means
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Hey! I just got a little green box and received the handle of Trollop. I donÂ’t even know what that meansÂ…
Green box: 50 posts? just a guess
Trollop: A woman perceived as sexually disreputable or promiscuous 'boob'
Take it for what its worth.
Day 4, here we go!
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I have come to a conclusion. I am not funny and I should stop all efforts at trying to be.
There are a lot of things I feel I am good atÂ…Recon OPS/Sniper OPS/Bass Fishing/Being Manly.
But when it comes to being funnyÂ…I donÂ’t think I have ever met anyone better at it than this cat.
Although this place is awesome at letting you assume an alternate identity and play like you are staying the weekend at “Camp do as you want”…nobody could do this better
For a snot blowing; spit cheeze-its at your monitor good laugh check out the following:
index.php?showtopic=2349 (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=2349)
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I like the "licking my wounds" part, like it is a one time event. I am licking my wounds everyday...........and proud that I have come this far. Not a chance in Hell that crap is going into my body.........today i can swear and tomorrow will be tomorrow........
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I have come to a conclusion. I am not funny and I should stop all efforts at trying to be.
There are a lot of things I feel I am good atÂ…Recon OPS/Sniper OPS/Bass Fishing/Being Manly.
But when it comes to being funnyÂ…I donÂ’t think I have ever met anyone better at it than this cat.
Although this place is awesome at letting you assume an alternate identity and play like you are staying the weekend at “Camp do as you want”…nobody could do this better
For a snot blowing; spit cheeze-its at your monitor good laugh check out the following:
index.php?showtopic=2349 (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=2349)
Hootie,
You are beginning to rock me, in a good way.
I like your stuff.
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I am still not sleeping well. Last night I went to bed at 12:30am and got up at 4:30am. I got some really good advice about exercise that I haven’t used. All I did was sit in this chair today and be a turd. I did however spend my time wisely while in the chair as far as being related to my quit. I also saw some excellent information regarding being careful of my caffeine intake. I say that as I have a half a glass of Pepsi Max by my side. I know…I’m a turd who wants to do his own thing. As my grandpa used to say…”Dress the boy up and send him to school and what does he do? Eat the teacher”…I am putting the Pepsi away now and getting some juice.
Tomorrow makes a week!
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I am still not sleeping well. Last night I went to bed at 12:30am and got up at 4:30am. I got some really good advice about exercise that I haven’t used. All I did was sit in this chair today and be a turd. I did however spend my time wisely while in the chair as far as being related to my quit. I also saw some excellent information regarding being careful of my caffeine intake. I say that as I have a half a glass of Pepsi Max by my side. I know…I’m a turd who wants to do his own thing. As my grandpa used to say…”Dress the boy up and send him to school and what does he do? Eat the teacher”…I am putting the Pepsi away now and getting some juice.
Tomorrow makes a week!
That is one hell of a good job. be proud of this week and never forget what is took to get through it.
I would wager you probably wouldn't want to do it again. Unless yous some sick sadistic SOB.
'clap'
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A week is huge! Congrats!!!
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What's the advice about caffeine?? I increased my caffeine intake about 20X when I quit, and I think that's the only way I can function.
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What's the advice about caffeine?? I increased my caffeine intake about 20X when I quit, and I think that's the only way I can function.
This was posted by Skoal Monster on Jan 20, 2011, 12:30 pm
The Caffeine / Nicotine Interaction
If you feel jittery, extra anxious or are having trouble sleeping after a few days, take a look at your caffeine consumption levels. As shown by the below study, nicotine doubles the rate at which the body depletes caffeine and some caffeine users may find that they cannot tolerate caffeine consumption at pre-quitting levels. If you are feeling extra anxious or jittery you may want to experiment with reducing the quantity or strength of caffeinated drinks or products. If you are not having these difficulties it probably is not important to alter anything now.
As previously discussed there is also a nicotine/alcohol interaction. Nicotine is an alkaloid and alcohol an acid generating event within the body. When chewers drink alcohol it causes them to lose nicotine at an accelerated pace thus resulting in heavier chewing while drinking. Although the situation is similar to caffeine there is one huge difference. Alcohol makes you lose nicotine, thus being responsible for making dippers chew more when drinking.
Nicotine on the other hand interferes with the body's ability to absorb and utilize caffeine, often resulting in a person using more caffeine in order to maintain their minimum needed level. When they quit chewing and continue to consume the exact same amount of caffeine they could find themselves actually overdosing on caffeine.
So look closely at caffeine if symptoms persist longer than a few days. You donÂ’t need to get rid of it all together but just keep it in doses that will not cause unwanted effects. Your general state will likely be calmer and youÂ’ll experience a feeling of overall well-being that you should be able to maintain for the rest of your life.
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The impact of caffeine use on tobacco cessation and withdrawal.
Addictive Behavior 1997 Jan-Feb;22(1): pages 55-68
Swanson JA, Lee JW, Hopp JW, Berk LS.
“Continuous caffeine consumption with chewing cessation has been associated with more than doubled caffeine plasma levels. Such concentrations may be sufficient to produce caffeine toxicity symptoms in chewing abstinence conditions. To test whether caffeine abstinence influences tobacco cessation, 162 caffeine-using nicotine users were enlisted from American Lung Association cessation programs. Volunteers were randomly assigned by clinic to caffeine-use and caffeine-abstinence conditions and measured for 3 weeks post-chewing cessation, at 6 months and one year. Results showed a significant linear increase in caffeine sputum levels across 3 weeks post cessation for those who quit chewing and continued using caffeine. Three weeks after cessation, concentrations reached 203% of baseline for the caffeine user.”
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I have come to a conclusion. I am not funny and I should stop all efforts at trying to be.
There are a lot of things I feel I am good atÂ…Recon OPS/Sniper OPS/Bass Fishing/Being Manly.
But when it comes to being funnyÂ…I donÂ’t think I have ever met anyone better at it than this cat.
Although this place is awesome at letting you assume an alternate identity and play like you are staying the weekend at “Camp do as you want”…nobody could do this better
For a snot blowing; spit cheeze-its at your monitor good laugh check out the following:
index.php?showtopic=2349 (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=2349)
Hootie,
You are beginning to rock me, in a good way.
I like your stuff.
SWJ is a master !! Some of the funniest shit I ever read. Helped me get through my early days. It is suggested reading for all newbs.
Great work so far. Keep fighting.
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.
Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…
Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?
I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.
IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…
Random thought for the dayÂ…
I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.
Another first todayÂ…
About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.
HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.
I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.
We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.
One more thoughtÂ…
I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress
She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.
Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…
Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?
I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.
IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…
Random thought for the dayÂ…
I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.
Another first todayÂ…
About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.
HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.
I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.
We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.
One more thoughtÂ…
I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress
She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
They will never find our cat :o and no one had the nerve to ask :D
It will get better. Better than you can imagine.
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.
Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…
Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?
I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.
IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…
Random thought for the dayÂ…
I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.
Another first todayÂ…
About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.
HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.
I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.
We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.
One more thoughtÂ…
I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress
She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
Good shit on a Sunday night.
It's nice to live again huh?
Everything you do without a dip from here on out will be a first. Starting over can be rewarding.
Congratulations on the new Hootie.
There is a QSX Endurance Enthusiasts thread in Wildcard....find it, set a goal, then swing for the fences.
LOOT is sure you'll get lots of support.
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.
Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…
Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?
I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.
IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…
Random thought for the dayÂ…
I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.
Another first todayÂ…
About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.
HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.
I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.
We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.
One more thoughtÂ…
I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress
She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
Well done sir. I too have had the support of a beautiful woman who deserves more than what she has been given by me. What I like most about your post is the feeling of a new life, a new way of doing things. I have found that I have to find a new way to most things in my life - a new way do it without dip!
Congrats brother!
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.
Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…
Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?
I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.
IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…
Random thought for the dayÂ…
I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.
Another first todayÂ…
About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.
HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.
I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.
We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.
One more thoughtÂ…
I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress
She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
nice. i feel the same way. life is sooo much better without the dip schackles on...
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming
[Lots of good stuff removed for brevity]
I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress
She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
Hootie, good shit on a Sunday. I am having all kinds of firsts as well, but I think your first paragraph sums up a lot of thoughts I have had over the first week.
Its good quittin with ya, and congrats on a good week of quit.
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My god man.....is your wife up for sainthood yet?
Random thoughts based on hootie's random thoughts....
Almost every guy I talk to here has an attractive and understanding wife. How the hell did that happen to a buncha former dippers?
I can't stand ear hair...or any facial hair that is out of place. Especially eyebrow fliers....I can't take you seriously if you have an eyebrow flier.
Good shit hootie! Huzzah huzzah!
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Thanks everybody for the fine comments. And yes; my wife is a saint. A retired neo-natal nurse who took care of sick babies most of her life. I love her dearlyÂ…
I am a little perturbed at what is going on in my own quit group right now. IÂ’ve always been told to Lead From the Front. I am going to make it a personal mission of mine to make sure that my new brothers come out of this unscathed. Why should we have to suffer the childishness of others?
I sure hope others will share my opinionÂ…it sure would be a shameÂ…just saying is all.
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There is a long standing statement here that goes like this....take what you need, leave the rest.
I've always been of the mind to "take what you need, call bullshit when needed."
There will always be a certain amount of drama and bullshit in every group. April and May groups tend to lead the pack in this area. Why? Dunno, just is. What I can tell you is that the groups that lead the way in drama and daily banter, also lead the way in posts, HOFers, and long term group cohesiveness. Go back and check out all the April and May groups, or any group for that matter, the theory will proof itself over and over.
What does this mean to me? Accountabiliy and commitment. The more you put yourself out there, the more accountable you are to yourself and your fellow quitters. Are you going to be the guy (read: any quitter) that puts yourself out on these boards on a daily basis, a leader, only to come in dragging tail and posting a day 1?
Just remember, quitting will have a certain amount of drama because....well.....quitting just ain't easy. To think of it another way, the you are pissed off at someone for being a dumbass, ask yourself this, "was I thinking about putting a dip in my mouth while this was going on?" I bet you answer no almost everytime.
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My god man.....is your wife up for sainthood yet?
Random thoughts based on hootie's random thoughts....
Almost every guy I talk to here has an attractive and understanding wife. How the hell did that happen to a buncha former dippers?
I can't stand ear hair...or any facial hair that is out of place. Especially eyebrow fliers....I can't take you seriously if you have an eyebrow flier.
Good shit hootie! Huzzah huzzah!
I don't have the attractive gal at the moment but I've picked dip over a few in the past. Oh well can't change yesterday, can only own today.
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There is a long standing statement here that goes like this....take what you need, leave the rest.
I've always been of the mind to "take what you need, call bullshit when needed."
There will always be a certain amount of drama and bullshit in every group. April and May groups tend to lead the pack in this area. Why? Dunno, just is. What I can tell you is that the groups that lead the way in drama and daily banter, also lead the way in posts, HOFers, and long term group cohesiveness. Go back and check out all the April and May groups, or any group for that matter, the theory will proof itself over and over.
What does this mean to me? Accountabiliy and commitment. The more you put yourself out there, the more accountable you are to yourself and your fellow quitters. Are you going to be the guy (read: any quitter) that puts yourself out on these boards on a daily basis, a leader, only to come in dragging tail and posting a day 1?
Just remember, quitting will have a certain amount of drama because....well.....quitting just ain't easy. To think of it another way, the you are pissed off at someone for being a dumbass, ask yourself this, "was I thinking about putting a dip in my mouth while this was going on?" I bet you answer no almost everytime.
Mr. Redtrain I respect you so much. Not for what you have accomplished in your personal quit but also for what you taken upon yourself to do in this house each and every day of your life.
You and many others around here deserve national recognition and medals issued for Bravery; Determination; Selfishness; and for lack of better words balls.
I respect what you are saying wholeheartedly but would it not be advisable to squash it now if given the chance before it got out of hand and uncontrollable? I mean reallyÂ…would it not be more enjoyable to be able to use all of it instead of just a little?
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There is a long standing statement here that goes like this....take what you need, leave the rest.
I've always been of the mind to "take what you need, call bullshit when needed."Â
There will always be a certain amount of drama and bullshit in every group. April and May groups tend to lead the pack in this area. Why? Dunno, just is. What I can tell you is that the groups that lead the way in drama and daily banter, also lead the way in posts, HOFers, and long term group cohesiveness. Go back and check out all the April and May groups, or any group for that matter, the theory will proof itself over and over.
What does this mean to me? Accountabiliy and commitment. The more you put yourself out there, the more accountable you are to yourself and your fellow quitters. Are you going to be the guy (read: any quitter) that puts yourself out on these boards on a daily basis, a leader, only to come in dragging tail and posting a day 1?
Just remember, quitting will have a certain amount of drama because....well.....quitting just ain't easy. To think of it another way, the you are pissed off at someone for being a dumbass, ask yourself this, "was I thinking about putting a dip in my mouth while this was going on?" I bet you answer no almost everytime.
Mr. Redtrain I respect you so much. Not for what you have accomplished in your personal quit but also for what you taken upon yourself to do in this house each and every day of your life.
You and many others around here deserve national recognition and medals issued for Bravery; Determination; Selfishness; and for lack of better words balls.
I respect what you are saying wholeheartedly but would it not be advisable to squash it now if given the chance before it got out of hand and uncontrollable? I mean reallyÂ…would it not be more enjoyable to be able to use all of it instead of just a little?
That's not really for me to say....that is more of group choice.
Generally, the true BS gets squashed on its own merit for being just that....bs.
Did you know we have this thingy? Its one of my favs.
'B.S.'
^_^
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There is a long standing statement here that goes like this....take what you need, leave the rest.
I've always been of the mind to "take what you need, call bullshit when needed."Â
There will always be a certain amount of drama and bullshit in every group. April and May groups tend to lead the pack in this area. Why? Dunno, just is. What I can tell you is that the groups that lead the way in drama and daily banter, also lead the way in posts, HOFers, and long term group cohesiveness. Go back and check out all the April and May groups, or any group for that matter, the theory will proof itself over and over.
What does this mean to me? Accountabiliy and commitment. The more you put yourself out there, the more accountable you are to yourself and your fellow quitters. Are you going to be the guy (read: any quitter) that puts yourself out on these boards on a daily basis, a leader, only to come in dragging tail and posting a day 1?
Just remember, quitting will have a certain amount of drama because....well.....quitting just ain't easy. To think of it another way, the you are pissed off at someone for being a dumbass, ask yourself this, "was I thinking about putting a dip in my mouth while this was going on?" I bet you answer no almost everytime.
Mr. Redtrain I respect you so much. Not for what you have accomplished in your personal quit but also for what you taken upon yourself to do in this house each and every day of your life.
You and many others around here deserve national recognition and medals issued for Bravery; Determination; Selfishness; and for lack of better words balls.
I respect what you are saying wholeheartedly but would it not be advisable to squash it now if given the chance before it got out of hand and uncontrollable? I mean reallyÂ…would it not be more enjoyable to be able to use all of it instead of just a little?
In a perfect world yes.
Quitting is messy business. Some people respond differently to certain quit methods. Some people need to be encouraged. Some people need to be educated. Some people need to be reasoned with. Some people need to be seen and not heard. Some people need to be seen. Some people need a swift kick in the ass. Some people need all of the above and much more.
We are a mixed bag here. What works for some may not work for others. We help everyone here the best we can. We try not to exclude anyone unless they are intentionally sabatoging someone elses quit. It may seem on occassion that someone has crossed the line. If it appears that no one is noticing, bring it to a mod or admins attention. But don't be dissapointed if the course of action you think should be taken is not acted upon.
Many things seem extremely urgent and anxious right now. You are into your quit and things are getting better in your life. Feels damn good doesn't it. And you want to keep that ball rolling full steam ahead. I get that. Good for you. Damn proud of you. I (we) know what you are going through. Keep it up.
Having said all of that, I (or any mod or admin) are not the end all or be all of quit. But we have been around awhile and have seen quite a few quit groups take their first steps. We have seen them fall, fight, scream, and literally want to kill each other. There is a method to the madness. More often than not, it works itself out and strong quits are formed.
Take what you need and leave the rest.
Done ramblin.
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There is a long standing statement here that goes like this....take what you need, leave the rest.
I've always been of the mind to "take what you need, call bullshit when needed."Â
There will always be a certain amount of drama and bullshit in every group. April and May groups tend to lead the pack in this area. Why? Dunno, just is. What I can tell you is that the groups that lead the way in drama and daily banter, also lead the way in posts, HOFers, and long term group cohesiveness. Go back and check out all the April and May groups, or any group for that matter, the theory will proof itself over and over.
What does this mean to me? Accountabiliy and commitment. The more you put yourself out there, the more accountable you are to yourself and your fellow quitters. Are you going to be the guy (read: any quitter) that puts yourself out on these boards on a daily basis, a leader, only to come in dragging tail and posting a day 1?
Just remember, quitting will have a certain amount of drama because....well.....quitting just ain't easy. To think of it another way, the you are pissed off at someone for being a dumbass, ask yourself this, "was I thinking about putting a dip in my mouth while this was going on?" I bet you answer no almost everytime.
Mr. Redtrain I respect you so much. Not for what you have accomplished in your personal quit but also for what you taken upon yourself to do in this house each and every day of your life.
You and many others around here deserve national recognition and medals issued for Bravery; Determination; Selfishness; and for lack of better words balls.
I respect what you are saying wholeheartedly but would it not be advisable to squash it now if given the chance before it got out of hand and uncontrollable? I mean reallyÂ…would it not be more enjoyable to be able to use all of it instead of just a little?
In a perfect world yes.
Quitting is messy business. Some people respond differently to certain quit methods. Some people need to be encouraged. Some people need to be educated. Some people need to be reasoned with. Some people need to be seen and not heard. Some people need to be seen. Some people need a swift kick in the ass. Some people need all of the above and much more.
We are a mixed bag here. What works for some may not work for others. We help everyone here the best we can. We try not to exclude anyone unless they are intentionally sabatoging someone elses quit. It may seem on occassion that someone has crossed the line. If it appears that no one is noticing, bring it to a mod or admins attention. But don't be dissapointed if the course of action you think should be taken is not acted upon.
Many things seem extremely urgent and anxious right now. You are into your quit and things are getting better in your life. Feels damn good doesn't it. And you want to keep that ball rolling full steam ahead. I get that. Good for you. Damn proud of you. I (we) know what you are going through. Keep it up.
Having said all of that, I (or any mod or admin) are not the end all or be all of quit. But we have been around awhile and have seen quite a few quit groups take their first steps. We have seen them fall, fight, scream, and literally want to kill each other. There is a method to the madness. More often than not, it works itself out and strong quits are formed.
Take what you need and leave the rest.
Done ramblin.
Wisdom trumps bull-headedness. I will place full faith in you my friends although it goes against every grain of my twenty-year military formed way of thinking. I will take what I need and leave the rest
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WellÂ…I got off my ass and went for a run this morning. Nothing fast and definitely not anything long. I took off with my husky in tow with a goal of just going to the blinking light down the road (.9 mile) and turning around and coming back. No time restrictionÂ…just run.
Once on the road I immediately noticed how good it felt to be moving. It has been a while since I seriously ran and I got to thinkingÂ…what happened to me? My last really serious event was the 2000 Best Ranger Competition. I ran my last marathon in Honolulu in 98 and did my last century in Wichita Falls in 99. I have farted around with mini triÂ’s and charity rides since then but nothing serious. It dawned on me that it had been 11 years since the BRC. SadÂ…
Here I was probably chugging along at a 9 min. mile clip (I didnÂ’t were a watch or HRM) and reminiscedÂ…Dude; you used to sustain a 6 min. mile pace for miles. What happened to you?
I always wanted to be that 50 year old guy chugging along in the marathon with not a care in the world. Somewhere I lost the drive and motivation.
IÂ’m gonna go find it and become that guyÂ…
Random thought for the dayÂ…
I realized this morning when I didnÂ’t have a can of grizzly in the little key pouch in my running shorts how careless I used to be. After driving to intended place of workout; I used to sacrifice the safety of my truck by throwing the keys in the toolbox after locking it just so IÂ’d have room for my dip.
Another first todayÂ…
About five years ago the old man hairs in my ears started to show up pretty regular and if left unattended will get out of control. Well; to each his own; but this is bothersome to me. SoÂ…about five years ago; my beautiful bride volunteered to pluck them for me when needed. I accepted and she complied with said offer.
HereÂ’s the firstÂ…Picture in your head if you will that for about every other month for the last five years the following scenario has taken place.
I am on my knees in front of the lavatory in the bathroom with my head resting upon the edge of the sink because thatÂ’s where the best light is to see down my ear canals. My beautiful bride stands next to me with tweezers in hand plucking the porcupine quill sized hair out of my ears one at a time. The only problem isÂ…I have never attempted this task without a big you know what in my mouth. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. She would pluck; I would spit. It would go on for an hour like this if it went on for a minute. The two of us working in perfect union like a well oiled machine. Eventually; one of three things was going to happen. My better half was going to get all the hair removed; her arms were going to tire before said task was complete rendering her mission unfinished; or the sink was going to be full.
We attempted and accomplished this task today dip free. Although we had a hard time of it at the beginning and I caught a pair of tweezers to the corner of my mouth a couple of times and in my eye onceÂ…we finally found and established a new rhythm. AndÂ…the best part was that all of the quills were removed in half the time with one of the main steps removed from the sequence.
One more thoughtÂ…
I woke up this morning with the realization that it was time to be responsible again. My wife has been so good through all of this. For the last week I have been given a very lenient amount of space to bitch; moan; stomp my feet; be a slug; eat oatmeal with only my hands; put the cat in the dryer; do donuts in the flower bed; stalk naked down the neighborhood while humming the tune from mission impossibleÂ…I digress
She has been good to me and I promise to act like an adult again once more.
damn man, how much ear hair you got?????
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Hootie,
where are you man???? :(
post up day 284 or day 1...whatever it is!
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282 days and still romanticized dip- said you loved it... you know that is what did you in, don't you??
hope to see you return some day and get this done....
30 sadly turns out the lights *
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Why is this time different and why should you trust me? I really canÂ’t answer that honestlyÂ…I have great resolveÂ…I have this awesome support group nowÂ…I know the consequences of thinking just 1Â…and to be frankÂ…the temptation just isnÂ’t there. I am the only one I know of around me who dipped nowadays.
Why am I quitting? Good question. I am quitting because its time. It has gotten too expensiveÂ…I am/or was up to a can and a half a dayÂ…and I am just tired of being owned by that bear on that red can.
SoÂ…that leaves just plain ole me. I quit for me!
tough to reconcile your words a couple months ago with today's apparent reality.
to the new quitters, and to the new HoF'ers, let this be a warning. let this strengthen your quit. there is NO such thing as just one. hootie new this and still failed. this is a hell of an addiction. it's a constant battle of wills. be forever vigilant.
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Why is this time different and why should you trust me? I really canÂ’t answer that honestlyÂ…I have great resolveÂ…I have this awesome support group nowÂ…I know the consequences of thinking just 1Â…and to be frankÂ…the temptation just isnÂ’t there. I am the only one I know of around me who dipped nowadays.
Why am I quitting? Good question. I am quitting because its time. It has gotten too expensiveÂ…I am/or was up to a can and a half a dayÂ…and I am just tired of being owned by that bear on that red can.
SoÂ…that leaves just plain ole me. I quit for me!
tough to reconcile your words a couple months ago with today's apparent reality.
to the new quitters, and to the new HoF'ers, let this be a warning. let this strengthen your quit. there is NO such thing as just one. hootie new this and still failed. this is a hell of an addiction. it's a constant battle of wills. be forever vigilant.
WTF did I miss?
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Why is this time different and why should you trust me? I really canÂ’t answer that honestlyÂ…I have great resolveÂ…I have this awesome support group nowÂ…I know the consequences of thinking just 1Â…and to be frankÂ…the temptation just isnÂ’t there. I am the only one I know of around me who dipped nowadays.
Why am I quitting? Good question. I am quitting because its time. It has gotten too expensiveÂ…I am/or was up to a can and a half a dayÂ…and I am just tired of being owned by that bear on that red can.
SoÂ…that leaves just plain ole me. I quit for me!
tough to reconcile your words a couple months ago with today's apparent reality.
to the new quitters, and to the new HoF'ers, let this be a warning. let this strengthen your quit. there is NO such thing as just one. hootie new this and still failed. this is a hell of an addiction. it's a constant battle of wills. be forever vigilant.
WTF did I miss?
See March 2011.......evidently Hootie decided he should resume killing himself, and we all should respect and support his decision.