I'm a quitter. That's right, I freaking quit!!!
I'm 41 and I've been dipping pretty much 24x7 for the last 29 years. My dipping addiction started when I was about 12. My older brother was (still is) a dipper and I was curious about it so I stole one of his cans. I still remember that sunny summer day. I took that first dip and it hit me like a ton of bricks. From that point on, I was hooked and I never looked back. Back then it was easy to buy and was a lot cheaper than today.
When I look back, there was lots of Nic around me in different forms. My pops was a smoker (who quit cold turkey eventually). As a kid I used to go up to the store to get him his sigs. Back then they didn't care about age. I also had some relatives who either smoked or dipped or chewed. Some of my friends were dippers too so it seemed natural to go along with that especially as I got older and into highschool.
My experience as a full time dipper generally did not impact my life all that much, at least not in ways that were obvious enough for me to do something about it. I understand the risk part of it, and I can see how nasty it is, but those things honestly did not scare me enough to quit. That's how freaking powerful Nic is. 'bang head'
My wife gave up on me quiting and decided to live with it. The kids see me do it and they want to know why. So I tell them it aint none their business. My parents, friends, etc, all either don't know, don't care, or accept it.
Just to clarify, as a full time dipper, I WAS dipping almost 24 hours a day. For at least the last 20 years, there was not really a moment that I didn't have a dip in, other than perhaps a dr visit, dinner time, or some unusual event. So at work, at home, in the shower, mowing the yard, sleeping, anytime and anywhere, had to have that dip in.
In the last couple years, dinner time was no longer a criteria for dip removal and spitting was optional. I found that I started to forget that I had a dip in and would try to put in a new one only to find that there was one there already. Freaking crap. How could I forget I already had a dip. How is that possible.
I found my way to this place because one day I woke up and decided enough was enough. I'm not going to take it anymore. I'm not going to be owned by this thing anymore.
Two years ago, I started experiencing signs of being pre-diabetic. My feet started hurting bad and I was not feeling very well at all. I'm a big boy to begin with (6'2 250 solid). Been that size for years. But in 2014 I had gained to 280 and rising. I drew a line in the sand and said enough is enough. In the next 9 months I lost 100 pounds eating right and exercising. Because of that success, I decided that Nic sould be next. If I'm going to be healthy, I can't continue to dip.
I gave my dip a stiff upper lip and kicked it to the garbage can. It can kiss my ass. I know it's only been 5 days for me, and the cravings are killer especially in those trigger moments, but with yalls help I will succeed.
Thanks to all of you, and to this site. Let us venture forth.
