Hey y'all my name is Kyle and I've been chewing a can to a 1.5 a day for the past 5 or so years. I started in college playing on the hockey team, then it sort of transitioned to doing it all the time. I went to school in Boulder, so I am in the back country a lot and there always just seemed to be enough room in my bag for a tin. I got married a little over a year ago and my wife was under the impression that I quit, however, being the dumbass I am, I hadn't. Long story short, I was getting really tired of the lies and the feeling that I was chained to this junk and sure enough around the same time I was getting serious about quitting, she had found out and told me.
As of 1/10/2017 I told her I was done, done lying, done saying that all these things are less important than having a fatty in my lip and sitting around. I told her I would need help, told her about KTC. All I know by Day 3 this morning as I wake up, the fog is bad, my days at work are harder, my drives seem to take forever, but I can tell you the fog of quitting is way better than the fog of some other life where dip is the most important thing, even trumping my wife, my job, and robbing me of seeing everything so clearly.
I'm glad to be here, stoked you guys are here and I look forward to the quit with hope and vow to embrace the suck each morning I wake up
