A few weeks ago, I made the decision to quit dipping, cold turkey, after somewhere between 8 and 10 years with a tin in my pocket. I told myself, "self, October first, you're done, no more! No more wasting money, sleepless nights to get that last pinch in, no more random breaks at work to go steal a dip, none of it, it ends!" Well, something to that extent.
Anyway, October 1st rolled around and of course I'm sitting in bed, milking that last dip until the clock struck midnight and I tossed er out and called it a night. The next day I did a bit of research on what is to be expected, the fogs, the mental state, depression, etc and I can't lie, I'm nervous.
A brief background on myself before I continue, I'm 26 years old, been with the bandit (as me and my friends call it) for 8, 9, 10 years, somewhere in that vicinity. I'm a personal trainer and mixed martial artist so I know all about dedication and discipline. It is with these two practices I feel I am going to be successful at this quit. I have taken a beating inside of the cage and lived to fight on, and will do the same here. I'd much rather have my jaw busted up by the guy across the cage from me, get paid, and still be able to go home rather than pay 5 bucks a day to bust my jaw myself and the rest is history.
Looking forward to reading some success stories on here and will become a regular poster to keep my quit alive. Day 12 and counting!!!
Fletch
