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Quote from: CavMan83Quote from: brettleesQuote from: tiswrittenI appreciate all the wisdom. It has really helped me keep my focus.I got a call late Thursday/early Friday that my grandma in PA wasn’t doing well. So the wife and I packed up the pickup truck, loaded up the 4 kids and headed out from NC to PA at around 4:30 in the morning. Friday was day 6 of quit for me. I had some gum, some Smokey Mtn Classic, and some ground coffee to keep my mouth occupied. After 31 years of dipping and only 6 days quit, I have to have something in my mouth. By around 8:30, we decided to stop and gas up and get some snacks. I was ready to find something to give my mouth a break from the “go to” stuff I mentioned. Looking around the gas station…Hey, damn Bugles…I haven’t had Bugles in years…used to love those salty funnel looking things. Hell yeah! A bag that size I can make last a couple hours. The 6 of us pile back into the pickup. I crack open my big bag of bugles and set it between my legs. As I reach for my seatbelt, the damn bag falls over onto the floorboard…Have you ever spilled something and whatever it was is still in the bag but there is no damn way you stand a chance of getting it right-side-up without dumping the rest? That was me. Of course you still try, right? Every movement of the bag, more bugles on the floor between my feet. Not one mother-fucking bugle stayed in that mother-fucking bag. With every bugle that dumped in my futile attempt to save some, a strand of my sanity snapped. I was a raging son-of-a-bitch holding an empty bag. I am normally a low key, go with the flow kinda guy…but this was day 6 of my quit. Under normal circumstances, my smart assed wife, two teen daughters, and 8 year old son would have been laughing their asses off at my mishap…not this day. My wife, knowing the deal and having quit smoking years ago, saw what was coming and “shushed” everyone except my 2 y/o daughter, who was oblivious to the whole thing.I know I wasn’t thinking clearly…a bit of fog going on with the rage. I remember making a split decision and thinking, “FUCK YOU NIC BITCH- YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM EATING MY MOTHER FUCKIN’ BUGLES!” I started grabbing handfuls of bugles and slamming them back into the bag…handful after handful…cussing under my breath with every movement.Let’s switch gears for a minute and talk about the floorboard in my truck. It is a work truck. It is not a show piece. I vacuum a couple times a year…not recently. If I had to give you a breakdown of the material on my floorboard it would be something like:20% sawdust, 10% hay/straw, 10% animal feed, 20% mud/dirt/sand, 20% animal shit (chicken, rabbit, dog, cat, duck), and 20% who the hell knows.My wife said that I stopped shoving stuff into the bag when it was running about 50% bugles and 50% of the “floorboard trail mix”. That bag of bugles was supposed to last me 2 hours… I sat there and pounded down everything in that bag in a matter of 30-40 seconds, threw the empty bag on the floorboard and the fucking truck in drive, and hit the road. It’s all a bit of a blur to me. I do recall it being very quiet for the next few hours…and having to pick weird shit out of my teeth… fucking nic bitch…Oh, grandma is so so…she is 90. Friday I tried to get her to go to the doctor…she said, “They can’t fix old.” We talked her into going to the ER on Saturday. So far she has been diagnosed with pneumonia and leukemia (that came out of nowhere). She’s not interested in fighting all that shit…she’s 90. She wants to go see my grandpa who we lost several years ago. If I were in her shoes I would be the same way.Special thanks to Rewire for helping me post roll last Friday while I was driving from NC to PA. I could not get my iphone to do what needed to be done so I reached out to him in desperation. This was shortly after the bugle incident and I was not about to miss posting roll!Nice damn job so far man! keep it up, keep posting up your experiences here. It helps you AND others! I"m yet another 30+ year user, now quit for 3-- you can do it here! Give it all you have, and it'll happen!I'm not laughing at you brother, but I damn sure are laughing WITH you (assuming you're laughing now). I feel for your family....I was also a raging SOB (fortunately only my missus had to deal with it, because both my boys were out of the house....this time. Back in the early 90's was a different question. My prayers also for your comfort during this time with your grandmother. You proved to be a nic-slayer that day.....if you can do it then, you can do it anytime. (but then again, you already knew that).... Quit with you today.Damn flashback of my early days of quit. Damn dude you had me rolling, I could see your face while reading that and brother no wonder it was quiet! The damn rage is horrible but be a man feel it coming on and get your ass away from your family if at all possible, after all they didn't shove that shit in your mouth and they don't deserve it. You need to vent, cuss whatever bring your ass in here someones always being an asshole. Look up October 16 that's some raging mofo's! Quit on my friend! Keep bringing the stories, you will look back on this later and laugh your ass off!
Quote from: brettleesQuote from: tiswrittenI appreciate all the wisdom. It has really helped me keep my focus.I got a call late Thursday/early Friday that my grandma in PA wasn’t doing well. So the wife and I packed up the pickup truck, loaded up the 4 kids and headed out from NC to PA at around 4:30 in the morning. Friday was day 6 of quit for me. I had some gum, some Smokey Mtn Classic, and some ground coffee to keep my mouth occupied. After 31 years of dipping and only 6 days quit, I have to have something in my mouth. By around 8:30, we decided to stop and gas up and get some snacks. I was ready to find something to give my mouth a break from the “go to” stuff I mentioned. Looking around the gas station…Hey, damn Bugles…I haven’t had Bugles in years…used to love those salty funnel looking things. Hell yeah! A bag that size I can make last a couple hours. The 6 of us pile back into the pickup. I crack open my big bag of bugles and set it between my legs. As I reach for my seatbelt, the damn bag falls over onto the floorboard…Have you ever spilled something and whatever it was is still in the bag but there is no damn way you stand a chance of getting it right-side-up without dumping the rest? That was me. Of course you still try, right? Every movement of the bag, more bugles on the floor between my feet. Not one mother-fucking bugle stayed in that mother-fucking bag. With every bugle that dumped in my futile attempt to save some, a strand of my sanity snapped. I was a raging son-of-a-bitch holding an empty bag. I am normally a low key, go with the flow kinda guy…but this was day 6 of my quit. Under normal circumstances, my smart assed wife, two teen daughters, and 8 year old son would have been laughing their asses off at my mishap…not this day. My wife, knowing the deal and having quit smoking years ago, saw what was coming and “shushed” everyone except my 2 y/o daughter, who was oblivious to the whole thing.I know I wasn’t thinking clearly…a bit of fog going on with the rage. I remember making a split decision and thinking, “FUCK YOU NIC BITCH- YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM EATING MY MOTHER FUCKIN’ BUGLES!” I started grabbing handfuls of bugles and slamming them back into the bag…handful after handful…cussing under my breath with every movement.Let’s switch gears for a minute and talk about the floorboard in my truck. It is a work truck. It is not a show piece. I vacuum a couple times a year…not recently. If I had to give you a breakdown of the material on my floorboard it would be something like:20% sawdust, 10% hay/straw, 10% animal feed, 20% mud/dirt/sand, 20% animal shit (chicken, rabbit, dog, cat, duck), and 20% who the hell knows.My wife said that I stopped shoving stuff into the bag when it was running about 50% bugles and 50% of the “floorboard trail mix”. That bag of bugles was supposed to last me 2 hours… I sat there and pounded down everything in that bag in a matter of 30-40 seconds, threw the empty bag on the floorboard and the fucking truck in drive, and hit the road. It’s all a bit of a blur to me. I do recall it being very quiet for the next few hours…and having to pick weird shit out of my teeth… fucking nic bitch…Oh, grandma is so so…she is 90. Friday I tried to get her to go to the doctor…she said, “They can’t fix old.” We talked her into going to the ER on Saturday. So far she has been diagnosed with pneumonia and leukemia (that came out of nowhere). She’s not interested in fighting all that shit…she’s 90. She wants to go see my grandpa who we lost several years ago. If I were in her shoes I would be the same way.Special thanks to Rewire for helping me post roll last Friday while I was driving from NC to PA. I could not get my iphone to do what needed to be done so I reached out to him in desperation. This was shortly after the bugle incident and I was not about to miss posting roll!Nice damn job so far man! keep it up, keep posting up your experiences here. It helps you AND others! I"m yet another 30+ year user, now quit for 3-- you can do it here! Give it all you have, and it'll happen!I'm not laughing at you brother, but I damn sure are laughing WITH you (assuming you're laughing now). I feel for your family....I was also a raging SOB (fortunately only my missus had to deal with it, because both my boys were out of the house....this time. Back in the early 90's was a different question. My prayers also for your comfort during this time with your grandmother. You proved to be a nic-slayer that day.....if you can do it then, you can do it anytime. (but then again, you already knew that).... Quit with you today.
Quote from: tiswrittenI appreciate all the wisdom. It has really helped me keep my focus.I got a call late Thursday/early Friday that my grandma in PA wasn’t doing well. So the wife and I packed up the pickup truck, loaded up the 4 kids and headed out from NC to PA at around 4:30 in the morning. Friday was day 6 of quit for me. I had some gum, some Smokey Mtn Classic, and some ground coffee to keep my mouth occupied. After 31 years of dipping and only 6 days quit, I have to have something in my mouth. By around 8:30, we decided to stop and gas up and get some snacks. I was ready to find something to give my mouth a break from the “go to” stuff I mentioned. Looking around the gas station…Hey, damn Bugles…I haven’t had Bugles in years…used to love those salty funnel looking things. Hell yeah! A bag that size I can make last a couple hours. The 6 of us pile back into the pickup. I crack open my big bag of bugles and set it between my legs. As I reach for my seatbelt, the damn bag falls over onto the floorboard…Have you ever spilled something and whatever it was is still in the bag but there is no damn way you stand a chance of getting it right-side-up without dumping the rest? That was me. Of course you still try, right? Every movement of the bag, more bugles on the floor between my feet. Not one mother-fucking bugle stayed in that mother-fucking bag. With every bugle that dumped in my futile attempt to save some, a strand of my sanity snapped. I was a raging son-of-a-bitch holding an empty bag. I am normally a low key, go with the flow kinda guy…but this was day 6 of my quit. Under normal circumstances, my smart assed wife, two teen daughters, and 8 year old son would have been laughing their asses off at my mishap…not this day. My wife, knowing the deal and having quit smoking years ago, saw what was coming and “shushed” everyone except my 2 y/o daughter, who was oblivious to the whole thing.I know I wasn’t thinking clearly…a bit of fog going on with the rage. I remember making a split decision and thinking, “FUCK YOU NIC BITCH- YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM EATING MY MOTHER FUCKIN’ BUGLES!” I started grabbing handfuls of bugles and slamming them back into the bag…handful after handful…cussing under my breath with every movement.Let’s switch gears for a minute and talk about the floorboard in my truck. It is a work truck. It is not a show piece. I vacuum a couple times a year…not recently. If I had to give you a breakdown of the material on my floorboard it would be something like:20% sawdust, 10% hay/straw, 10% animal feed, 20% mud/dirt/sand, 20% animal shit (chicken, rabbit, dog, cat, duck), and 20% who the hell knows.My wife said that I stopped shoving stuff into the bag when it was running about 50% bugles and 50% of the “floorboard trail mix”. That bag of bugles was supposed to last me 2 hours… I sat there and pounded down everything in that bag in a matter of 30-40 seconds, threw the empty bag on the floorboard and the fucking truck in drive, and hit the road. It’s all a bit of a blur to me. I do recall it being very quiet for the next few hours…and having to pick weird shit out of my teeth… fucking nic bitch…Oh, grandma is so so…she is 90. Friday I tried to get her to go to the doctor…she said, “They can’t fix old.” We talked her into going to the ER on Saturday. So far she has been diagnosed with pneumonia and leukemia (that came out of nowhere). She’s not interested in fighting all that shit…she’s 90. She wants to go see my grandpa who we lost several years ago. If I were in her shoes I would be the same way.Special thanks to Rewire for helping me post roll last Friday while I was driving from NC to PA. I could not get my iphone to do what needed to be done so I reached out to him in desperation. This was shortly after the bugle incident and I was not about to miss posting roll!Nice damn job so far man! keep it up, keep posting up your experiences here. It helps you AND others! I"m yet another 30+ year user, now quit for 3-- you can do it here! Give it all you have, and it'll happen!
I appreciate all the wisdom. It has really helped me keep my focus.I got a call late Thursday/early Friday that my grandma in PA wasn’t doing well. So the wife and I packed up the pickup truck, loaded up the 4 kids and headed out from NC to PA at around 4:30 in the morning. Friday was day 6 of quit for me. I had some gum, some Smokey Mtn Classic, and some ground coffee to keep my mouth occupied. After 31 years of dipping and only 6 days quit, I have to have something in my mouth. By around 8:30, we decided to stop and gas up and get some snacks. I was ready to find something to give my mouth a break from the “go to” stuff I mentioned. Looking around the gas station…Hey, damn Bugles…I haven’t had Bugles in years…used to love those salty funnel looking things. Hell yeah! A bag that size I can make last a couple hours. The 6 of us pile back into the pickup. I crack open my big bag of bugles and set it between my legs. As I reach for my seatbelt, the damn bag falls over onto the floorboard…Have you ever spilled something and whatever it was is still in the bag but there is no damn way you stand a chance of getting it right-side-up without dumping the rest? That was me. Of course you still try, right? Every movement of the bag, more bugles on the floor between my feet. Not one mother-fucking bugle stayed in that mother-fucking bag. With every bugle that dumped in my futile attempt to save some, a strand of my sanity snapped. I was a raging son-of-a-bitch holding an empty bag. I am normally a low key, go with the flow kinda guy…but this was day 6 of my quit. Under normal circumstances, my smart assed wife, two teen daughters, and 8 year old son would have been laughing their asses off at my mishap…not this day. My wife, knowing the deal and having quit smoking years ago, saw what was coming and “shushed” everyone except my 2 y/o daughter, who was oblivious to the whole thing.I know I wasn’t thinking clearly…a bit of fog going on with the rage. I remember making a split decision and thinking, “FUCK YOU NIC BITCH- YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM EATING MY MOTHER FUCKIN’ BUGLES!” I started grabbing handfuls of bugles and slamming them back into the bag…handful after handful…cussing under my breath with every movement.Let’s switch gears for a minute and talk about the floorboard in my truck. It is a work truck. It is not a show piece. I vacuum a couple times a year…not recently. If I had to give you a breakdown of the material on my floorboard it would be something like:20% sawdust, 10% hay/straw, 10% animal feed, 20% mud/dirt/sand, 20% animal shit (chicken, rabbit, dog, cat, duck), and 20% who the hell knows.My wife said that I stopped shoving stuff into the bag when it was running about 50% bugles and 50% of the “floorboard trail mix”. That bag of bugles was supposed to last me 2 hours… I sat there and pounded down everything in that bag in a matter of 30-40 seconds, threw the empty bag on the floorboard and the fucking truck in drive, and hit the road. It’s all a bit of a blur to me. I do recall it being very quiet for the next few hours…and having to pick weird shit out of my teeth… fucking nic bitch…Oh, grandma is so so…she is 90. Friday I tried to get her to go to the doctor…she said, “They can’t fix old.” We talked her into going to the ER on Saturday. So far she has been diagnosed with pneumonia and leukemia (that came out of nowhere). She’s not interested in fighting all that shit…she’s 90. She wants to go see my grandpa who we lost several years ago. If I were in her shoes I would be the same way.Special thanks to Rewire for helping me post roll last Friday while I was driving from NC to PA. I could not get my iphone to do what needed to be done so I reached out to him in desperation. This was shortly after the bugle incident and I was not about to miss posting roll!
Quote from: B-loMattQuote from: ChickDipCongrats Tis on your year quit!'party2'Bad Assed Quitter for one year! Awesome work Tis 'oh yeah' Congrats brother on one year quit. You have been a big help and inspiration for me. Proud to quit with you.
Quote from: ChickDipCongrats Tis on your year quit!'party2'Bad Assed Quitter for one year! Awesome work Tis 'oh yeah'
Congrats Tis on your year quit!'party2'
Congratulations on 300 days BAQ. Never any doubt in my mind since you started posting with my group, and I saw what you were doing that you would get here and beyond. NAFAR
Quote from: B-loMattOne day away from another milestone, and I thought I'd be the first to congratulate you TW :)Hey newbies! If you want an example of how KTC works and how to work the KTC plan, then read this intro and follow the blueprint. What he said ^^^. tis knows quits.... Rock on, brother!
One day away from another milestone, and I thought I'd be the first to congratulate you TW :)Hey newbies! If you want an example of how KTC works and how to work the KTC plan, then read this intro and follow the blueprint.
Quote from: ReadyAuthored and posted in the Hall of Fame by tiswritten on 1/24/2017100 days… I’ve reached the end of my training period. That’s really what the first 100 days is. have equipped myself with several things along this journey that I am now able to skillfully use the rest of my life fighting the enemy, nicotine, that we have chosen to remain free from today. I have gained knowledge. I now see nicotine for what it is. It is a demon that seeks to enslave and destroy those within its grasp. On the surface it can appear to be beautiful and enticing. Scratch the surface and you will see the ugliness that is masked just beneath. I understand now what it does to the body and mind and how it works tirelessly to deceive us. Long, long after the physical withdrawals subside, the mental games that accompany an addiction continue…”Just one taste…for old time’s sake...”However…I have developed a focus...cultivated a mindset. I know the enemy is lurking in the shadows at all times. It cannot surprise me if I am aware of its presence. In the past I thought ignoring it or running from it was the answer. On the contrary, success is achieved daily by facing it head on. It cannot entice or trick me into coming back if I recognize that its intentions are to only harm me with absolutely no benefits in return… I see it for what it is.Therefore…I have developed hatred and anger towards nicotine. Before joining KTC, I either loved it or feared it…either way, I was a slave. These incorrect feelings kept me in its clutches with no hope for escape. It was easy for nicotine to steer me towards those emotions when I was trying to face it alone (or not face it at all).So…I have developed relationships for support and accountability. This required time and effort. I did this by getting involved at KTC. From the beginning, I spent time on the forum and posted comments when I felt like I could contribute. I was one of the people in our group who has kept up with our attendance spreadsheet (SSOA). These things helped me form bonds with others going through the same thing as me. I learned to care about others’ quits too…which amazingly strengthened my own quit and continues to strengthen it every single day! We come from different walks of life, but we are fighting the same battle.In the process…I have tested my word. The times I attempted to quit on my own, I swore each time I was done. Inevitably, I lied to myself and ultimately failed… but I’m a pretty forgiving guy, especially when it comes to myself. On the contrary, when you give your word to others, the stakes are raised. Your true character is revealed.Using all of this…I now have a plan and the tools to execute it. More accurately, I have bought in to the plan that has worked for thousands here at KTC. I have humbled myself and been observant. I came here to change myself, not change the site. I have poured everything into being a good group member, helping build cohesion and structure, and investing whatever I have into the quit of those around me. What a roller coaster of emotions the last 100 days has been!On my own, my best attempt to quit in 31 years lasted 5 days. With KTC, I have amassed 100 quit days, gained quitting knowledge, learned how/where to focus with the proper emotions, built wonderful friendships, and strengthened my character. I have also learned several new cuss words and the appropriate circumstances in which to use them. All of this leaves me with two thoughts:1.I am proud to quit with all of you today.2.God willing, I will see you %@*!# quitters back here tomorrow!Thank you for taking the time to write and post this! I suspect that you do not know how many you have and will help take back their lives.Well done!P.S. You have no idea how great things will get. Stay quit and find out.Ready??
Authored and posted in the Hall of Fame by tiswritten on 1/24/2017100 days… I’ve reached the end of my training period. That’s really what the first 100 days is. have equipped myself with several things along this journey that I am now able to skillfully use the rest of my life fighting the enemy, nicotine, that we have chosen to remain free from today. I have gained knowledge. I now see nicotine for what it is. It is a demon that seeks to enslave and destroy those within its grasp. On the surface it can appear to be beautiful and enticing. Scratch the surface and you will see the ugliness that is masked just beneath. I understand now what it does to the body and mind and how it works tirelessly to deceive us. Long, long after the physical withdrawals subside, the mental games that accompany an addiction continue…”Just one taste…for old time’s sake...”However…I have developed a focus...cultivated a mindset. I know the enemy is lurking in the shadows at all times. It cannot surprise me if I am aware of its presence. In the past I thought ignoring it or running from it was the answer. On the contrary, success is achieved daily by facing it head on. It cannot entice or trick me into coming back if I recognize that its intentions are to only harm me with absolutely no benefits in return… I see it for what it is.Therefore…I have developed hatred and anger towards nicotine. Before joining KTC, I either loved it or feared it…either way, I was a slave. These incorrect feelings kept me in its clutches with no hope for escape. It was easy for nicotine to steer me towards those emotions when I was trying to face it alone (or not face it at all).So…I have developed relationships for support and accountability. This required time and effort. I did this by getting involved at KTC. From the beginning, I spent time on the forum and posted comments when I felt like I could contribute. I was one of the people in our group who has kept up with our attendance spreadsheet (SSOA). These things helped me form bonds with others going through the same thing as me. I learned to care about others’ quits too…which amazingly strengthened my own quit and continues to strengthen it every single day! We come from different walks of life, but we are fighting the same battle.In the process…I have tested my word. The times I attempted to quit on my own, I swore each time I was done. Inevitably, I lied to myself and ultimately failed… but I’m a pretty forgiving guy, especially when it comes to myself. On the contrary, when you give your word to others, the stakes are raised. Your true character is revealed.Using all of this…I now have a plan and the tools to execute it. More accurately, I have bought in to the plan that has worked for thousands here at KTC. I have humbled myself and been observant. I came here to change myself, not change the site. I have poured everything into being a good group member, helping build cohesion and structure, and investing whatever I have into the quit of those around me. What a roller coaster of emotions the last 100 days has been!On my own, my best attempt to quit in 31 years lasted 5 days. With KTC, I have amassed 100 quit days, gained quitting knowledge, learned how/where to focus with the proper emotions, built wonderful friendships, and strengthened my character. I have also learned several new cuss words and the appropriate circumstances in which to use them. All of this leaves me with two thoughts:1.I am proud to quit with all of you today.2.God willing, I will see you %@*!# quitters back here tomorrow!