Hello All,
Im brand new to this forum and have used the site (especially the "What to Expect When You Quit Dipping" page) to educate myself on smokeless and the effects, dangers, etc. and to help my quit.
My story begins in my junior year of high school (2007). A couple of my buddies and I were spending time together one night and getting ready to head to a house party. I noticed my friend Matt pulling a tin out of his pocket and packing a lip. Up to this point, I never really had any contact with dip and was interested in trying something new. God, I wish I had never thought about trying it, but what's in the past doesnt matter now, it's only what's in the future, which is keeping the shit out of my lip. After that night, I was hooked. Hooked on the flavor, the buzz, the whole act... I was sold.
I continued dipping almost every single day until this year (2012). At the start of the year, my new year's resolution was to quit cold turkey. I was determined that I would dip as much as possible until 12:00 AM of the new year to get all of my urge to dip out of my system. How stupid was I? My quit then lasted about two days. I spent two days in a rough spot, feeling terrible every waking minute before caving back in. I had never been so desperate to get a can in my life. On the third morning of that quit, My inner addict and I ran to my car, sped down the road to the nearest C store and grabbed a can.
After feeling what it was like to quit cold turkey for two days, I knew I was gonna be in for a fight the day I quit forever. I kept procrastinating my quit all throughout January, February, March, and April of 2012. I was almost scared of quitting, not knowing how hard it would be to maintain my quit after the first urge kicks in. In April, I tried to quit again. After a few days and an eventual relapse, I realized what I was doing wrong. My quit had to be completely about me. I had been trying to quit to get my fiance off my back, to get strangers in public to stop shooting me weird looks as I spit a nasty brown waterfall on the sidewalk, to get my co-workers to stop hassling me about my little habit, etc. I realized I had to want it, not for anyone else around me, but for me. I had to get desperate to quit, my brain, body, and mind had to passionately desire for my quit or it would never be a true quit. It would be nothing more than a mere momentary break.
As of today, May 10th, 2012 I have been quit for 10 days. I threw my last can in the trash the night of April 30th and have not looked back. Im hoping to be a part of this brotherhood of quitters and maintain my quit for years to come, one day at a time.