I'm old, this is my first BB post. I don't have an iPhone or earphones or a cool winter hat that I wear in the summer. We call them toboggans down south but I hear those are sleds in the north per my yankee wife. I recently hit my 25 year service anniversary at work. Looking back I realized I started dipping on my first day. I've never quit until now. That's 9100 cans of Skoal at roughly 35 grand. I'm a cheap bastard and it pisses me off typing that number when it could have meant a ton of other things.
How did I get this far to realize it's time to quit? I've been worming my wife into the meetings with our financial adviser. We recently had a brother in law die and my wife's sister was left behind without a friggin clue about anything. It's been a mess and I don't want that to be my wife if something happens to me. I'll admit I'm OC on retirement planning. I've got spreadsheets out the arse with different projections, 62, 65, 67 blah blah. I was driving home after our last meeting and realized what an utter fool I am watching the master financial plan if I'm not taking care of the master me plan and dipping for 25 years is not a life enhancement strategy.
So on Sunday May 4 at 11 pm, I spit out my last dip ever and drank my temporarily last beer for awhile. This is going to be a challenge but I'm up for it. I'm convinced I will win. The fog is proof every minute that I am winning.
My laptop crapped out today and I had to go into the office. The guy who hired me 25 years back and gave me my first dip was all interested in my quit. Yes he is still a dipper. I'll slowly build him up and get him on this site. He's a good dude but grumpy as hell, can't wait to see him cold turkey.
So that's my story, at least the highlights. I've got a great wife and kids. The more we talk the more I'll tell. Understand this though, it took a hell of a lot for me to quit dip and alcohol on the same night but the only chance I have to kick the dip is without drinking. I'm a 6 to 10 beer a night guy with at least a couple of shots towards the end to help me sleep. I tend to not keep count on weekends. Not getting too much sleep these last few nights hence my late intro post. Judge me, I don't give a damn. Like I told my wife, the next 30 days minimum for me are going to be just that, for me. I don't care what anyone else thinks and stay out of my way, of course in the nicest possible way.
4 hours 15 minutes till day 4.