My name is Clark, I'm 21 and on my 31st day of being quit. I know its late but this has been on my mind for a while.
I started 6 years ago dipping longhorn mint and grizzly green. I started because at the time it was cool to put some nasty tasting shit into your mouth. What started as something to get people to like me turned into around a 9,000 dollar addiction (Avg $5 a tin 365 days for 5 years, first year wasn't a tin a day) that ruled my life. I watched my Dad make the decision to be quit in 2011 and thought I could stop any day of the week. I was in such denial of a problem because in my mind how could the Nic Bitch lie? But that's the key she had me by my balls. I was playing football and getting noticed by colleges so I never smoked. I chose to go to Cortland play football and study Kinesiology (later determined I wanted to go into biomedical engineering in grad school). Needless to say I will not be making it into the NFL and actually never finished my career because of injuries. while everything was changing around me one thing stayed constant that stupid fucking death can. Up until 31 days ago when looking in the mirror I had enough. I was tired of always looking for loose change to buy the next tin or having that stuff in my teeth watching my gums go and wondering if the next time I looked would be with me missing parts. So instead of buying another tin I called my Dad and joined here.
I pride myself on my word. I will never use nicotine again. I promise. I will beat this addiction because I know exactly what I am. An ADDICT. I will not forget and by not forgetting, posting roll, and holding myself others accountable, I will keep my promise. I am just a man, but as a man I will not back down from this challenge, for if I do I am no longer a man but rather a coward