Day 38 and the quit keeps rollin. A bump for a quick story from today.
Played some golf today. In fact, been playing a shitload for the past 38 days. My NIC addiction has been replaced by an addiction to those little white balls and long shafts....
Was searching in my golf bag for a dry glove to use, and deep in the depths of a pocket I rarely use (you know where this is going), I found an old can of Skoal. It must've survived my initial purge and dump 38 days ago, simply because I forgot it was there.
When my mind processed what I saw, I snatched my hand away like I'd just been electrocuted. It was so weird seeing this thing that was such a big part of my past life, but is such a strange looking foreign object nowadays. Stood there for a second, grinned, thought to myself "shit, just when you think your quit is going too easy...."
It wasn't even a choice. Threw the can as far as I could into the woods - didn't even wait for the next trash can (got good distance on the throw too). I'm not normally a litterbug, but I was pissed at the NIC bitch trying to sneak up on me, and she deserved to be tossed like garbage.