Hey all. Well, after 3 years of continuous dipping, I have finally decided it's time for me to quit. To be honest I never thought I would get addicted to tobacco/nicotine, but if there's one thing I've learned it's things rarely turn out the way we plan them too.
I remember the first 3-4 times I ever chewed. I threw up every single time. It blew my mind on how it was legal, I was spinning like I just took 5 shots in a row. No idea why I continued to do it but I did. Fast forward to this past summer. I was in the lowest point of my life. The woman I loved broke it off with me and got married to some other guy that looks very similar to me, I lost my job, failed out of classes, wrecked my car, had to move in with my parents, and turned into a whiskey loving alcoholic. A friend of mine was killed in combat in Afghanistan. After years of working out and building muscle, I gave that up, and became overweight and severely out of shape.
To say that I was depressed was an understatement. For whatever reason, it seemed like in one fell swoop my life had been pulled out from under my feet. Then, in July of this year, a friend of mine that I was very close to throughout my middle school and high school years who suffered from depression killed himself after having dinner with his family one night. That was tough, especially going to the funeral. I regret losing contact with him over the years, him and I had a similar outlook on the world and I feel that I could have talked to him and helped give him a new perspective on life that he may have not seen.
I don't know why, but his death kind of woke me up. I started thinking about who I was, and the kind of legacy and memories that I would leave behind if I were to die at that point in my life. I didn't want to be remembered as a depressed alcoholic who could not come to terms with the woman he loved leaving him.
So I changed. After a year straight of drinking 600 mL of whiskey every single night, I stopped cold turkey. I got back in the gym. I started running. I stopped watching porn. Now, 8 weeks later, I have lost 20 lbs. of fat. I have totally stopped drinking and I can now run 2 miles without stopping. I picked up my guitar that I've had laying around and have finally started to learn to play it after years of wanting to do so and I start taking lessons soon. I have been without Copenhagen for 9 days now. I'm now working on my next career path and am planning on moving out of state next year. Right now, I feel better than I have in years, and I plan to continue making the best out of everything I can.
Anyways, glad to be here and looking forward to that 100 day mark!