On Day 7 of my quit. Second go around from 3 years ago when my first son was about to be born. I'm a nic addict. Have been as long as I can remember. I have an addictive personality generally, so nic has taken a strong hold, but fuck it. My second is almost 1 years old now, I've lost several family members to cancer or heart disease and this addiction isn't fun anymore, it's a pain in the ass. Would I like the occasional dip on the boat or golf course, yea. But that's not worth the rest of the time where I'm sitting with family, in my office, in my car, out with clients where all I can think about is sneaking a dip, or when I can leave so I can go have one in peace. That's ridiculous and it's time to stop justifying it. Even if this shit wasn't bad for my long term health, it's still bad for living in the moment and taking control my life. Plus, I'll be damned if my two boys are gonna watch my get my ass kicked by that shit. Already got my little brother on it from fishing together, and I'll have to work on that after I get through my first 100 days. I'm glad I found that most of you fellas are attacking this and won't take losing this battle as a possibility. It's given me the right state of mind - nic is the enemy and it cannot beat me, or any of us. An addiction eats away at your character. Decisions make habits. Habits make your character. Your character determines your fate and that of your family's fate.
For my self, for the moments in this life worth slowing down for, my family, Jesus Christ, my family who have passed away who are rooting for me, I will not lose this fight.
