Hey all. I've been dipping Cope for about thirteen years, basically every waking moment that I'm not eating, more or less a can a day. After reading some of the stuff here, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one who stays up half the friggin' night so I can squeeze in just one more dip . . . then another one . . . then another one.
I've tried to quit a couple times and it sucked so much that it didn't last. I honestly haven't even thought about it much in several years. It's just been kind of this kind of low-level realization in the back of my mind: someday I gotta stop this shit.
Well I'm Catholic, and Lent kinda snuck up on me this year. It's half over and I still haven't given anything up. And I'm tired of wasting money, tired of wondering every time I go to the dentist whether this'll be the time he tells me to see an oncologist, tired of having to spit out my dip before I can kiss my wife, tired of grossing out my kids, tired of being embarrassed to smile, and tired of not being able to talk right because I don't have a spitter handy and I've got a mouthful of juice. (Also tired of swallowing mouthfuls of juice when I have to talk right. Talk about heartburn.)
So, no time like the present. I ran out of Cope about three hours ago, and I don't plan to buy any more. It's already starting to suck. But not as bad as it will later.
I guess I'm not supposed to do the roll call thing until tomorrow? That right?