Hey Everyone Thanks for the support on my quit. I just had a general question for anyone who cares to answer about how they felt when they first decided to quit. I occasionally feel really grossed out after too much dip in a short span. I am also definately upset with the state of my gums/teeth(although they look nice, I know that doesnt say much about the actual health of my mouth). BUT my point is, in all honesty I still love dip. I realize I am physically and mentally addicted to a habit forming drug, and that cravings will go away the longer I stay away from all nicotine. But how did you guys feel when you first quit? Were you completely behind the decision and what were your cravings and thoughts like in the beginning.
So Trap, how come you ain't on roll call today? I could not find where you were bumped. We post roll first thing when we get up and take nicotine off of the table for the day.
To answer your questions, I first tried quitting for my wife after dipping for 20 years. I made it about a year but I was haunted by my seductive nicotine memories and eventually caved. I didn't quit for me and I didn't burn the boat. 20 years later a dipping buddy got terminal stomach cancer and I spit out my last chew talking to him on the phone. This time I quit for me. I don't want cancer, but even more important I am just damn tired of being a slave to a drug. It is an addiction, not a habit. I slammed the door on the nic bitch. Dipping is no longer an option in my life and I will do whatever it takes to keep from ever being a slave to my addiction again.
You do not love dip you dumbass! How could you love something that really tastes like crap, gives you bad breath, headaches, sore throat, sore gums, and cancer? And steals your hard earned money? Really, you "love" that? What you love is the relief from nicotine-induced withdrawals. Your thoughts of pleasure are lies. You love getting your fix, Druggie. It's kinda like loving the guy who stops pounding you in the face. You are a drug ADDICT. Get it?
You need to slam the door on this addiction right now, or you can be like me and be a slave for another 20 years. Or you can be like my buddy who got stomach cancer and just finished his 3rd round of chemo and some radiation and now can't feel his fingers or toes (forever, which might not be that long), and can't digest food and his fucking feeding tube is fucked up and he's lost 65 lbs.
Your choice Trap, whatcha gonna do?
