Quitter

[JRizzle]

I had my first smoke when I was 13, my first chew the next day, and I never looked back.

I quit for the hundredth time on May 10th, but have cheated on my quit a few times. I tell myself that it's okay because it's "only a Bandit" and that I've earned it. The ridiculous thing is that I know what a lie that is. I've been chewing for twenty years. I can't believe that's true.

I've literally thrown away dozens of full tins, brand spanking new minus one chew. My brain tricks me into rationalizing "just one chew" or "just one more tin" and the guilt/regret sets in as soon as the urge is satisfied.

The ridiculous thing is that me and my family avoid so many things (foods, detergents, artificial sweetener, fertilizer, etc.) that are known carcinogens, but here I am chewing my face off.

I hypocritically nag on my mother to quit smoking.

My biggest thing, as ridiculous as it sounds, is that I don't want to give up chew on my annual duck hunt with my pals. 5am, duck blind, coffee, load the gun, put in a fat chew: that's heaven. The problem is, I've tried that before and failed. As soon as the trip is over, I finish off the remainder of the tin or trick myself that I am weaning off (again) and that one more tin won't hurt. Next thing you know, another year has past and I go INTO the annual duck hunt a total addict.

I even imposed a rule that I would only chew if I was hunting. Well, wouldn't you know it: I started hunting a lot more often.

Anyway, technically I'm on day 3 and I feel like shit. Last night I had a dream that I was buying a tin. I feel hungover.

I'm quitting because it's not worth it, because my wife hates it, because I'm sick of being moody, because I love my daughter, because I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I know better, because I don't want to lose a part of my face, because I like my teeth, and because I don't like the idea of being an addict. Which I am.

I'm not going to lie, though. I love chew. I still doubt my ability or willingness to not chew in the duck blind, one week a year.

3.

You didn't quit on May 10th. You didn't quit this last weekend. You haven't quit at all. You're pissing around thinking about quitting like a kid masturbates while thinking about sex. It's not going to happen Minny, not until you want to quit. Not until you get the duck hunting and your "love" of chew out of your mind. I'm not seeing the desire here.

Think long and hard (that's what she said) about whether you really want this. If you do, answer the 3 questions. Otherwise, don't come back unless you're serious.

[jayd41]

I am no hunter but i do have a small grasp on the hunting seasons at least here in Indiana...i wouldn't think it would be duck hunting season...unless you are uncle phil from duck dynasty that is...go post up and try again...if not, go bye bye

[jake frawley]

PS. Never did see your list.

Go to Lite. Someone hold the little bitches hand and show him the way to Lite.

Quote from your previous post....

I'm not going to lie, though. I love chew. I still doubt my ability or willingness to not chew in the duck blind, one week a year.

Dude, You caved already? Is it duck season? Or do you just love chew so much you couldn't wait?

I haven't seen you answer the three questions

What happened?
Why did it happen?
What are you going to do different this time?

I think you need to answer those questions before you post roll again!

And take this shit serious! It takes energy for us to support you and if you don't have the energy to WANT to quit then we don't have the energy to coddle you!

[loot]

PS. Never did see your list.

Go to Lite. Someone hold the little bitches hand and show him the way to Lite.

[loot]

Step 1) Admit you're an addict.

Step 2) Admit that because you are an addict you can never again have "just one", or a simple little bandit, or a cigar, or a SNUS, or a plug supository if you are in the mood. You can't handle any nic. Period. Never again. Not for any reason.

When you fully accept and believe steps 1 and 2, then you can begin healing (quitting).

Bump for the little bitch.

Get your shit together or hit the fucking bricks Minny. We have no time for your wishy washy bullshit.

You've got 4 fucking total posts. FOUR. Fuck your half assed addict bullshit.

[Minny]

Motherfucker I caved on Monday like a pussy. All of your words ring true.

Back to day 2.

[Erussell]

Awesome to see you posted roll. Bad ass you are now! Keep keeping on, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day and we are all here doing it with you Minny. Come by here and post sometimes on how you are doing. It will be a good read for you from time to time when looking back or just need that additional motivation! I quit with you!

[Evil_Won]

Step 1) Admit you're an addict.

Step 2) Admit that because you are an addict you can never again have "just one", or a simple little bandit, or a cigar, or a SNUS, or a plug supository if you are in the mood. You can't handle any nic. Period. Never again. Not for any reason.

When you fully accept and believe steps 1 and 2, then you can begin healing (quitting).

[30isEnuff]

A Discussion on Rules

Go read that.  Substitute alcohol for dip....it's all the same....fuct up addict speak.  We've all done it.  You are not a trailblazer in that area.

And as WP has requested...do tell what you love about dipping. Make ol LOOT a list.  When you get done, read the list, guarantee you'll want to erase the post before you make it because you'll realize it for what it is....yep, fuct up addict speak.  Don't erase...post it.  It'll be a therapeutic exercise.

Go.

PS.  If your idea of "heaven" is a commune of active addicts slowly committing suicide...you should spend some time in reflection.  Cause yep,  it's addict speak bro.  You can snow your friends...you can snow your family...hell, you can even snow yourself...but you can't snow us sugar.

Mirrors were made for us addicts.
Have you found the addict in your mirror brother?
Listen to Loot. His advice can very well save your life.
Get quit.
Post roll, the earlier the better for your quit.
keep your word for the day
wake and repeat
Drink the koolaid, it really is sweet and powerful.
Cheers.

[loot]

A Discussion on Rules

Go read that. Substitute alcohol for dip....it's all the same....fuct up addict speak. We've all done it. You are not a trailblazer in that area.

And as WP has requested...do tell what you love about dipping. Make ol LOOT a list. When you get done, read the list, guarantee you'll want to erase the post before you make it because you'll realize it for what it is....yep, fuct up addict speak. Don't erase...post it. It'll be a therapeutic exercise.

Go.

PS. If your idea of "heaven" is a commune of active addicts slowly committing suicide...you should spend some time in reflection. Cause yep, it's addict speak bro. You can snow your friends...you can snow your family...hell, you can even snow yourself...but you can't snow us sugar.

[JRizzle]

I had my first smoke when I was 13, my first chew the next day, and I never looked back.

I quit for the hundredth time on May 10th, but have cheated on my quit a few times. I tell myself that it's okay because it's "only a Bandit" and that I've earned it. The ridiculous thing is that I know what a lie that is. I've been chewing for twenty years. I can't believe that's true.

I've literally thrown away dozens of full tins, brand spanking new minus one chew. My brain tricks me into rationalizing "just one chew" or "just one more tin" and the guilt/regret sets in as soon as the urge is satisfied.

The ridiculous thing is that me and my family avoid so many things (foods, detergents, artificial sweetener, fertilizer, etc.) that are known carcinogens, but here I am chewing my face off.

I hypocritically nag on my mother to quit smoking.

My biggest thing, as ridiculous as it sounds, is that I don't want to give up chew on my annual duck hunt with my pals. 5am, duck blind, coffee, load the gun, put in a fat chew: that's heaven. The problem is, I've tried that before and failed. As soon as the trip is over, I finish off the remainder of the tin or trick myself that I am weaning off (again) and that one more tin won't hurt. Next thing you know, another year has past and I go INTO the annual duck hunt a total addict.

I even imposed a rule that I would only chew if I was hunting. Well, wouldn't you know it: I started hunting a lot more often.

Anyway, technically I'm on day 3 and I feel like shit. Last night I had a dream that I was buying a tin. I feel hungover.

I'm quitting because it's not worth it, because my wife hates it, because I'm sick of being moody, because I love my daughter, because I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I know better, because I don't want to lose a part of my face, because I like my teeth, and because I don't like the idea of being an addict. Which I am.

I'm not going to lie, though. I love chew. I still doubt my ability or willingness to not chew in the duck blind, one week a year.

3.

Day 3 is fucking awesome, man.

You can do this. You just need to want it more than anything else in your life. You list off all these reasons for quitting (which are awesome), but you did forget a very important one: You quit because you want to be quit.

Tell me, sir...why would you quit something that you "loved"?

You don't "love" chewing.

You love not being in physical pain.

You see, when your body is dependent upon nicotine, it's painful when the supply is not kept at high levels. It's what the drug does. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience.

When those levels start to lower, your body freaks the fuck out. It tells you how much you "love" it and it will make your good times better and bad times good. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience.

Nicotine is an ex-girlfriend that can fuck your brains out. Unfortunately, she runs train with the neighbors downstairs and spends your money while you're working. When you finally break up with her, she reminds you of all of your good times together and she passes over all of her mistakes. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience.

You don't love chewing.

You just haven't seen freedom yet.

It's much more beautiful.

I didn't think I would ever be able to drive without chewing. Or golf without chewing. Or farm without chewing. Those three triggers were huge for me. All 3. And I thought I loved chewing as much as I loved each of those activities.

Now I'm only 10 days into my quit, but I've gotten to do all 3 of those things dip-free in the last 10 days. And you know what? I didn't love chewing at all. I associated the pleasure of chewing with the pleasure of golfing. But golfing without chewing is great. It's no exaggeration to say that it's much, much more enjoyable. Rather than reaching into my cargo pockets half a dozen times, I focused on my game (which really really needed some focusing) and enjoyed conversation with my friends. I wasn't worried about having a dip. I was free!! Imagine not having to worry about having an adequate supply of tobacco at your fingertips.

I know exactly how you feel. And maybe you'll really want one when you go duck hunting. But maybe you won't; maybe by that time you'll have decided that you prefer life without tobacco.

And the thing is as long as you're using tobacco you can't make that decision. To use Waste Panel's analogy, you can't break up with the girl while you're in the middle of having sex with her; she's affecting your decision. So really, don't worry about duck hunting yet. Just worry about today, this moment. Win right now. You can cross the issue about navigating duck hunting when the time comes.

So, along with Waste Panel, LHG, and the other awesome quitters here, I quit with you today.

[Murph8804]

I had my first smoke when I was 13, my first chew the next day, and I never looked back.

I quit for the hundredth time on May 10th, but have cheated on my quit a few times. I tell myself that it's okay because it's "only a Bandit" and that I've earned it. The ridiculous thing is that I know what a lie that is. I've been chewing for twenty years. I can't believe that's true.

I've literally thrown away dozens of full tins, brand spanking new minus one chew. My brain tricks me into rationalizing "just one chew" or "just one more tin" and the guilt/regret sets in as soon as the urge is satisfied.

The ridiculous thing is that me and my family avoid so many things (foods, detergents, artificial sweetener, fertilizer, etc.) that are known carcinogens, but here I am chewing my face off.

I hypocritically nag on my mother to quit smoking.

My biggest thing, as ridiculous as it sounds, is that I don't want to give up chew on my annual duck hunt with my pals. 5am, duck blind, coffee, load the gun, put in a fat chew: that's heaven. The problem is, I've tried that before and failed. As soon as the trip is over, I finish off the remainder of the tin or trick myself that I am weaning off (again) and that one more tin won't hurt. Next thing you know, another year has past and I go INTO the annual duck hunt a total addict.

I even imposed a rule that I would only chew if I was hunting. Well, wouldn't you know it: I started hunting a lot more often.

Anyway, technically I'm on day 3 and I feel like shit. Last night I had a dream that I was buying a tin. I feel hungover.

I'm quitting because it's not worth it, because my wife hates it, because I'm sick of being moody, because I love my daughter, because I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I know better, because I don't want to lose a part of my face, because I like my teeth, and because I don't like the idea of being an addict. Which I am.

I'm not going to lie, though. I love chew. I still doubt my ability or willingness to not chew in the duck blind, one week a year.

3.

You sound so much like me! Except I only smoked and never hunted. Details!

You never quit before... You stopped. You were a serial stopper and then would try to "manage" your "habit". It sounds like you really are getting it though. You can't manage it because you are an addict. For me, this was a tremendous relief because it simplified things so very much. I no longer had to worry about when it would be okay. "I can just smoke when I drink." "I can just bum one because I won't buy a pack." "I can smoke as long as I'm not stressed." "I hate smoking so I can handle it this time." "I'm not gonna start again cause I need to run."

I was a master at working every angle to have "just one". But as we both know, that never works. When it clicked for me that I'm an ADDICT... I immediately adopted NAFAR... Never again... For any reason! That took all of the pressure of "managing" smoking off of me and though there are craving and irritability and tough moments, I post roll, I make that promise and I will NOT smoke today. Period.

As far as enjoying activities again... I suggest you start reading the Hall of Fame speeches and intros. Every single day I read about guys who are GIDDY with the excitement and pure JOY of experiencing life without a dip in. Some of those victories are hard won and some are downright painful but they are VICTORIES all the same. The amount of individual pride and bad ass discipline and support in this room could solve the world's problems if we could bottle it. Grab some of it for yourself and change your life.

I'll quit with you today.

I couldn't imagine, golfing, playing hockey, working on my lawn, working on my car, when I wake up, after meals, after sex, bus rides, plane rides, and driving with out dipping. Well, somehow I've managed for the last 65 days, and you can too. You have to quit for yourself, not your wife, not your kids, just for you. They said it perfectly earlier, you don't love chew, the nicotine owns you right now, and if you want,you can beat the addiction. Quit one day at a time, honor your word, and you will be able to do this just like thousands of others have, with the help of this site. PM me if you need anything.

[LionHeartedGirl]

I had my first smoke when I was 13, my first chew the next day, and I never looked back.

I quit for the hundredth time on May 10th, but have cheated on my quit a few times. I tell myself that it's okay because it's "only a Bandit" and that I've earned it. The ridiculous thing is that I know what a lie that is. I've been chewing for twenty years. I can't believe that's true.

I've literally thrown away dozens of full tins, brand spanking new minus one chew. My brain tricks me into rationalizing "just one chew" or "just one more tin" and the guilt/regret sets in as soon as the urge is satisfied.

The ridiculous thing is that me and my family avoid so many things (foods, detergents, artificial sweetener, fertilizer, etc.) that are known carcinogens, but here I am chewing my face off.

I hypocritically nag on my mother to quit smoking.

My biggest thing, as ridiculous as it sounds, is that I don't want to give up chew on my annual duck hunt with my pals. 5am, duck blind, coffee, load the gun, put in a fat chew: that's heaven. The problem is, I've tried that before and failed. As soon as the trip is over, I finish off the remainder of the tin or trick myself that I am weaning off (again) and that one more tin won't hurt. Next thing you know, another year has past and I go INTO the annual duck hunt a total addict.

I even imposed a rule that I would only chew if I was hunting. Well, wouldn't you know it: I started hunting a lot more often.

Anyway, technically I'm on day 3 and I feel like shit. Last night I had a dream that I was buying a tin. I feel hungover.

I'm quitting because it's not worth it, because my wife hates it, because I'm sick of being moody, because I love my daughter, because I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I know better, because I don't want to lose a part of my face, because I like my teeth, and because I don't like the idea of being an addict. Which I am.

I'm not going to lie, though. I love chew. I still doubt my ability or willingness to not chew in the duck blind, one week a year.

3.

You sound so much like me! Except I only smoked and never hunted. Details!

You never quit before... You stopped. You were a serial stopper and then would try to "manage" your "habit". It sounds like you really are getting it though. You can't manage it because you are an addict. For me, this was a tremendous relief because it simplified things so very much. I no longer had to worry about when it would be okay. "I can just smoke when I drink." "I can just bum one because I won't buy a pack." "I can smoke as long as I'm not stressed." "I hate smoking so I can handle it this time." "I'm not gonna start again cause I need to run."

I was a master at working every angle to have "just one". But as we both know, that never works. When it clicked for me that I'm an ADDICT... I immediately adopted NAFAR... Never again... For any reason! That took all of the pressure of "managing" smoking off of me and though there are craving and irritability and tough moments, I post roll, I make that promise and I will NOT smoke today. Period.

As far as enjoying activities again... I suggest you start reading the Hall of Fame speeches and intros. Every single day I read about guys who are GIDDY with the excitement and pure JOY of experiencing life without a dip in. Some of those victories are hard won and some are downright painful but they are VICTORIES all the same. The amount of individual pride and bad ass discipline and support in this room could solve the world's problems if we could bottle it. Grab some of it for yourself and change your life.

I'll quit with you today.

[wastepanel]

I had my first smoke when I was 13, my first chew the next day, and I never looked back.

I quit for the hundredth time on May 10th, but have cheated on my quit a few times. I tell myself that it's okay because it's "only a Bandit" and that I've earned it. The ridiculous thing is that I know what a lie that is. I've been chewing for twenty years. I can't believe that's true.

I've literally thrown away dozens of full tins, brand spanking new minus one chew. My brain tricks me into rationalizing "just one chew" or "just one more tin" and the guilt/regret sets in as soon as the urge is satisfied.

The ridiculous thing is that me and my family avoid so many things (foods, detergents, artificial sweetener, fertilizer, etc.) that are known carcinogens, but here I am chewing my face off.

I hypocritically nag on my mother to quit smoking.

My biggest thing, as ridiculous as it sounds, is that I don't want to give up chew on my annual duck hunt with my pals. 5am, duck blind, coffee, load the gun, put in a fat chew: that's heaven. The problem is, I've tried that before and failed. As soon as the trip is over, I finish off the remainder of the tin or trick myself that I am weaning off (again) and that one more tin won't hurt. Next thing you know, another year has past and I go INTO the annual duck hunt a total addict.

I even imposed a rule that I would only chew if I was hunting. Well, wouldn't you know it: I started hunting a lot more often.

Anyway, technically I'm on day 3 and I feel like shit. Last night I had a dream that I was buying a tin. I feel hungover.

I'm quitting because it's not worth it, because my wife hates it, because I'm sick of being moody, because I love my daughter, because I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I know better, because I don't want to lose a part of my face, because I like my teeth, and because I don't like the idea of being an addict. Which I am.

I'm not going to lie, though. I love chew. I still doubt my ability or willingness to not chew in the duck blind, one week a year.

3.

Day 3 is fucking awesome, man.

You can do this. You just need to want it more than anything else in your life. You list off all these reasons for quitting (which are awesome), but you did forget a very important one: You quit because you want to be quit.

Tell me, sir...why would you quit something that you "loved"?

You don't "love" chewing.

You love not being in physical pain.

You see, when your body is dependent upon nicotine, it's painful when the supply is not kept at high levels. It's what the drug does. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience.

When those levels start to lower, your body freaks the fuck out. It tells you how much you "love" it and it will make your good times better and bad times good. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience.

Nicotine is an ex-girlfriend that can fuck your brains out. Unfortunately, she runs train with the neighbors downstairs and spends your money while you're working. When you finally break up with her, she reminds you of all of your good times together and she passes over all of her mistakes. It's how the parasite assures complete obedience.

You don't love chewing.

You just haven't seen freedom yet.

It's much more beautiful.

[Minny]

I had my first smoke when I was 13, my first chew the next day, and I never looked back.

I quit for the hundredth time on May 10th, but have cheated on my quit a few times. I tell myself that it's okay because it's "only a Bandit" and that I've earned it. The ridiculous thing is that I know what a lie that is. I've been chewing for twenty years. I can't believe that's true.

I've literally thrown away dozens of full tins, brand spanking new minus one chew. My brain tricks me into rationalizing "just one chew" or "just one more tin" and the guilt/regret sets in as soon as the urge is satisfied.

The ridiculous thing is that me and my family avoid so many things (foods, detergents, artificial sweetener, fertilizer, etc.) that are known carcinogens, but here I am chewing my face off.

I hypocritically nag on my mother to quit smoking.

My biggest thing, as ridiculous as it sounds, is that I don't want to give up chew on my annual duck hunt with my pals. 5am, duck blind, coffee, load the gun, put in a fat chew: that's heaven. The problem is, I've tried that before and failed. As soon as the trip is over, I finish off the remainder of the tin or trick myself that I am weaning off (again) and that one more tin won't hurt. Next thing you know, another year has past and I go INTO the annual duck hunt a total addict.

I even imposed a rule that I would only chew if I was hunting. Well, wouldn't you know it: I started hunting a lot more often.

Anyway, technically I'm on day 3 and I feel like shit. Last night I had a dream that I was buying a tin. I feel hungover.

I'm quitting because it's not worth it, because my wife hates it, because I'm sick of being moody, because I love my daughter, because I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I know better, because I don't want to lose a part of my face, because I like my teeth, and because I don't like the idea of being an addict. Which I am.

I'm not going to lie, though. I love chew. I still doubt my ability or willingness to not chew in the duck blind, one week a year.

3.