I didn't try it to be cool or from peer pressure, I did it because I am a cowboy and thats what we do. Growing up in a large family of cowboys, drinking and chewing was just a part of life. I have been sober for 2 years now, but that was a cake walk compared to quitting this bitch. I have eaten a can of cope a day for the last 16 years. It has taken me those 16 years to realize that cowboys don't have to eat that stupid shit, without it I am still a cowboy. I am 8 days into my quit. The fog has lifted and I am feeling better physically, but the mind games are killing me. There is someone else in my head telling me that I need it, will die without it, can't do anything without, go get it. I am talking to myself like a damn crazy person, constantly giving myself pep talks. My wife tells me, "you will be fine, its only in your head", well no shit. She does however give me great motivation. She asked me that if I lose my tongue to cancer, how am I going to eat her you know what? That should be enough motivation for any straight man to quit. I have tried to quit maybe 3 times all for the wrong reasons. My mom, girlfriend, wife, everyone else wanted me to. Well guess what that didn't work. I did not know chew was so dangerous. All of the men in my life chew, but I have never heard of anyone getting sick from it. I thought that was only for smokers. I have seen the pictures and read the stories on this site, and now I can say that this is some bad shit that we have been playing with. I can now say that I quit because I don't want to fucking die. I don't want my head to be butchered like a hog, I don't want my 2 baby girls to be scared of daddy because he looks like a freak, and I don't want to lose my tongue and not be able to eat my wife's you know what. Time to go cut hay. Sitting on the tractor all day without copenhagen is going to be a bitch, but I will live because I quit for the right reason.
