Closet Dipper

[LMM]

Forgot this important point: since I keep this hidden, really no one in my life right now (coworkers, friends, fiance, family) knows that I dip. I have no one to hold me accountable in my quit.

I hoping KTC can fill that void for me.

Here's to a life without dip.

Lolz. Ninja dippers unite! Forget about keeping it hidden now that you aren't using. Now is time to become the better you, don't dip until after today (post roll), wake up, and do it again. If you can keep your word for a day, you will free yourself of this addiction in no time. It's that simple.

[LMM]

Forgot this important point: since I keep this hidden, really no one in my life right now (coworkers, friends, fiance, family) knows that I dip. I have no one to hold me accountable in my quit.

I hoping KTC can fill that void for me.

Here's to a life without dip.

REACH OUT get them damn numbers if you want accountability you need to reach to those that are on here and wiling to share numbers etc. Use them to many times people have the tools to fix the issue and they instead use there damn head to hit the nail in the wall.

It will suck for a while but it gets better but knowing that in your phone you have people to text or call when shit gets real will help you keep your quit whether you need them or not.

I'll PM you my digits. text or call *whenever* it sucks. I'm right here with you, and I know what ninja dipping does to a relationship/family. Seriously, if it sucks, text/call me. This thing can really destroy your family, but you now have the tools to nip it in the bud. In other words, I know what you're going through. My wife/kids are clueless (and I'm an asshole, yeah).

[Backwoods901]

Forgot this important point: since I keep this hidden, really no one in my life right now (coworkers, friends, fiance, family) knows that I dip. I have no one to hold me accountable in my quit.

I hoping KTC can fill that void for me.

Here's to a life without dip.

REACH OUT get them damn numbers if you want accountability you need to reach to those that are on here and wiling to share numbers etc. Use them to many times people have the tools to fix the issue and they instead use there damn head to hit the nail in the wall.

It will suck for a while but it gets better but knowing that in your phone you have people to text or call when shit gets real will help you keep your quit whether you need them or not.

[jfliii]

Forgot this important point: since I keep this hidden, really no one in my life right now (coworkers, friends, fiance, family) knows that I dip. I have no one to hold me accountable in my quit.

I hoping KTC can fill that void for me.

Here's to a life without dip.

[R3bauer]

Hell, didn't realize till I went to quit (again of course) and it's been damn close to eight years that I've been stuffing my face with this nasty stuff. I started as a freshman in college. It was cool, it helped me fit into my fraternity. It gave me something to do while I was studying. It gave me friends to dip with. It gave me an identity. I was no longer just "that dude" I was "that dude that dips" and I thought that was cool.

I started out with pouches. Girly flavored pouches. I'd put one in every few days on my way to class, or as I was studying. Then one day they were out of my beloved Skoal Peach pouches at the corner mart (I know, take my man card now for ever dipping skoal peach, take my intelligence card for ever dipping at all) so I bought a can of long cut peach. It didn't catch on at first, I went back to pouches, but as my addiction grew, pouches just weren't cutting it. I slowly transitioned over to the real deal, and at the recommendation of my freshman dorm roommate, made the move from Skoal to the good ole welfare bear Grizzly.

I truly enjoyed dipping in college, it gave me friends, something to do, but I always said I'd quit once I either found a girl I loved, or graduated college. Both those things happened (at about the same time) but here I was 4 years later, still packing nice big pinches of worm dirt every day.

Thing is, I never once told my now fiance I dipped. She found a can on me a couple times, but it was never to her knowledge that it was a habit. We met senior year of college. I'd dip at the fraternity house, with my buds, but never around her or my family.

Four years now, I've snuck dips on my way to work, on my way home, when she's asleep, heck even in the bathroom of the office.

I hate this shit. I hate what it's done to me. I hate lying to someone I love. I'm done with dip. This time is for real.

Congratulations on deciding to quit!

Well done on posting roll! Post again each morning when you wake up.

Drink lots of water to wash the nicotine out of your system (takes 3 days or so). Exercise till you drop. Read the site.

Exchange digits with your quit group -- the broader your support net, the stronger your quit.

Congrats! Get involved. The next 72 hours will suck. Check your pm for my digits. Reach out quickly. Use them to vent.

Welcome. Congratulations on the quit and way to post roll!

[Brown71]

Hell, didn't realize till I went to quit (again of course) and it's been damn close to eight years that I've been stuffing my face with this nasty stuff. I started as a freshman in college. It was cool, it helped me fit into my fraternity. It gave me something to do while I was studying. It gave me friends to dip with. It gave me an identity. I was no longer just "that dude" I was "that dude that dips" and I thought that was cool.

I started out with pouches. Girly flavored pouches. I'd put one in every few days on my way to class, or as I was studying. Then one day they were out of my beloved Skoal Peach pouches at the corner mart (I know, take my man card now for ever dipping skoal peach, take my intelligence card for ever dipping at all) so I bought a can of long cut peach. It didn't catch on at first, I went back to pouches, but as my addiction grew, pouches just weren't cutting it. I slowly transitioned over to the real deal, and at the recommendation of my freshman dorm roommate, made the move from Skoal to the good ole welfare bear Grizzly.

I truly enjoyed dipping in college, it gave me friends, something to do, but I always said I'd quit once I either found a girl I loved, or graduated college. Both those things happened (at about the same time) but here I was 4 years later, still packing nice big pinches of worm dirt every day.

Thing is, I never once told my now fiance I dipped. She found a can on me a couple times, but it was never to her knowledge that it was a habit. We met senior year of college. I'd dip at the fraternity house, with my buds, but never around her or my family.

Four years now, I've snuck dips on my way to work, on my way home, when she's asleep, heck even in the bathroom of the office.

I hate this shit. I hate what it's done to me. I hate lying to someone I love. I'm done with dip. This time is for real.

Congratulations on deciding to quit!

Well done on posting roll! Post again each morning when you wake up.

Drink lots of water to wash the nicotine out of your system (takes 3 days or so). Exercise till you drop. Read the site.

Exchange digits with your quit group -- the broader your support net, the stronger your quit.

Congrats! Get involved. The next 72 hours will suck. Check your pm for my digits. Reach out quickly. Use them to vent.

[Nomore1959]

Hell, didn't realize till I went to quit (again of course) and it's been damn close to eight years that I've been stuffing my face with this nasty stuff. I started as a freshman in college. It was cool, it helped me fit into my fraternity. It gave me something to do while I was studying. It gave me friends to dip with. It gave me an identity. I was no longer just "that dude" I was "that dude that dips" and I thought that was cool.

I started out with pouches. Girly flavored pouches. I'd put one in every few days on my way to class, or as I was studying. Then one day they were out of my beloved Skoal Peach pouches at the corner mart (I know, take my man card now for ever dipping skoal peach, take my intelligence card for ever dipping at all) so I bought a can of long cut peach. It didn't catch on at first, I went back to pouches, but as my addiction grew, pouches just weren't cutting it. I slowly transitioned over to the real deal, and at the recommendation of my freshman dorm roommate, made the move from Skoal to the good ole welfare bear Grizzly.

I truly enjoyed dipping in college, it gave me friends, something to do, but I always said I'd quit once I either found a girl I loved, or graduated college. Both those things happened (at about the same time) but here I was 4 years later, still packing nice big pinches of worm dirt every day.

Thing is, I never once told my now fiance I dipped. She found a can on me a couple times, but it was never to her knowledge that it was a habit. We met senior year of college. I'd dip at the fraternity house, with my buds, but never around her or my family.

Four years now, I've snuck dips on my way to work, on my way home, when she's asleep, heck even in the bathroom of the office.

I hate this shit. I hate what it's done to me. I hate lying to someone I love. I'm done with dip. This time is for real.

Congratulations on deciding to quit!

Well done on posting roll! Post again each morning when you wake up.

Drink lots of water to wash the nicotine out of your system (takes 3 days or so). Exercise till you drop. Read the site.

Exchange digits with your quit group -- the broader your support net, the stronger your quit.

[jfliii]

Hell, didn't realize till I went to quit (again of course) and it's been damn close to eight years that I've been stuffing my face with this nasty stuff. I started as a freshman in college. It was cool, it helped me fit into my fraternity. It gave me something to do while I was studying. It gave me friends to dip with. It gave me an identity. I was no longer just "that dude" I was "that dude that dips" and I thought that was cool.

I started out with pouches. Girly flavored pouches. I'd put one in every few days on my way to class, or as I was studying. Then one day they were out of my beloved Skoal Peach pouches at the corner mart (I know, take my man card now for ever dipping skoal peach, take my intelligence card for ever dipping at all) so I bought a can of long cut peach. It didn't catch on at first, I went back to pouches, but as my addiction grew, pouches just weren't cutting it. I slowly transitioned over to the real deal, and at the recommendation of my freshman dorm roommate, made the move from Skoal to the good ole welfare bear Grizzly.

I truly enjoyed dipping in college, it gave me friends, something to do, but I always said I'd quit once I either found a girl I loved, or graduated college. Both those things happened (at about the same time) but here I was 4 years later, still packing nice big pinches of worm dirt every day.

Thing is, I never once told my now fiance I dipped. She found a can on me a couple times, but it was never to her knowledge that it was a habit. We met senior year of college. I'd dip at the fraternity house, with my buds, but never around her or my family.

Four years now, I've snuck dips on my way to work, on my way home, when she's asleep, heck even in the bathroom of the office.

I hate this shit. I hate what it's done to me. I hate lying to someone I love. I'm done with dip. This time is for real.