So, there we were, 2 against 1,000, and we both got our asses kicked :)
August, 1990 - the beginning of this assinine addiction. 22 1/2 years later, countless $1,000s down the drain, and now I have to put up with feeling punch drunk until the fog lifts. Damn right. Did it to myself then, have to do it to myself now.
I live in Columbus, OH, but am originally from Rochester, NY. I'm now married going on 6 years. Have two great little girls (2 1/2, 7 months). 42 years old.
Working as a Sales Exec for a technology company, I've finally had enough of trying to figure out how to keep a small dip wedged back in my cheek during a presentation (can't go 2 hours w/out a dip), going to company meetings and keeping my can of Timber Wolf in my sock so the big wigs didn't see it in my pocket. I'm done. Can't believe that I was deluded enough to think that was ok.
More importantly, I've had enough of having a big "growth" in my lip during all the pictures with the little ones.
God sent me here on this search - there truly is a reason for everything. Faith in Him, in all of you, and myself will get me through this. Hard part is done - deciding it was time - now the harder part of staying quit is upon me.
Looking forward to life without tobacco. Been a long time......