Day 344. Knocking on a full year Nic-free. This year I will actually want to stay longer on Christmas to be able to enjoy that precious time with family. I won't be escaping to my Nissan to get my fix. I played golf on Friday without it and without fake, and there really wasn't a passing thought of even considering either. It's amazing how quickly we adapt to the "new" (or old, depending on how you look at it) us. I owe all of that to KTC and the wonderful people here that have helped me along the way. That support and accountability are invaluable to a lying, cheating, selfish, dirty nicotine addict as myself. Never forget.
For those of you looking in from the outside or early in your quit... this site is everything it is cracked up to be, and much more. If you are recently quit and suffering... stay patient and always ASK FOR HELP IF YOU NEED IT. I'm always amazed at how helpful people are if you share with them how you are feeling or if you experience scary signs from long-term nic abuse. This goes for both KTC and outside KTC.
Give yourself and your family the greatest Xmas gift of your life and Kick the Can to the Curb.
I hope new quitters read this intro start to finish. You are a different dude than when you started. Nice.
I am a waaaayyy different dude, Michael, and frankly... I don't like it. Since quitting, my anxiety and moodiness that had become a part of being "Joe" is seldom anymore; it's almost nonexistent. I sleep way too well now and am on way too regular of a sleep pattern, and it doesn't sit well with me. My attitude and outlook on life is way too bright, so I had to buy some sunglasses. I made the rash decision to slow down my alcohol consumption after noticing how much I was spending on it and how much weight I had gained. My girlfriend absolutely despises this decision. She said I am way more attractive and appealing when I am hammered at the bar with what looks like a dresser drawer for a bottom lip... At 1:30 in the morning. I'm no longer getting compliments on my breath, especially since I stopped drinking coffee. Oh, coffee. Will I miss spending around $1,000 on you per year. Will I miss your bitter taste and the way you trick me into being in a good mood, instead of truly being happy from within. I will miss those jitters the most, along with the nervousness and again, irregular sleep or lack there of. I want the old Joe back. The one who didn't know who we was. Didn't know what he was made of. Didn't know there is a separate life, one different from chemical slavery and lies.
/Sarcasm. Life is good, and it still keeps getting better in the 300's+. Never again for any reason.
