July 09 Quitters

[DeanTheCoot]

The Flavor of My Quit on Day 275

I'd like to highlight some observations about my quit, as it stands more than eight months into it, for both posterity and as - perhaps - comfort for others struggling quietly.

* I still have a hard time.

* Without doubt, staying quit every day is easier now than it was on, let's say, Day 8 or Day 20 or Day 51.

* I still have a hard time.

* It's a mindfuck. Today, a "crave" takes the form of a thought, or a series of thoughts. It's almost as if my MIND waters...not my mouth.

* Stress has actually not been a trigger of any kind. Rather, when I am busy, my mind is occupied. I think not of dip, but of punishing those who are fucking up my day.

* Keeping the mind occupied is critical. With the physical "need" gone, the mind must be tamed.

* I still have a hard time.

* The void remains. It manifests itself as, for instance, a weird emptiness and desire that rushes in after I eat oatmeal in the morning.

* Cave dreams continue. Had one two nights ago: I packed some Smokey Mountain, but it turned out to be Copenhagen. I began spitting it out violently, ashamed.

* I WILL NOT trade what I have accomplished for a cave. No way. I have worked too hard...

* ...but it takes a commitment every day

* The "quit forever" concept is still troubling to me, and I sometimes need to run a check on myself to not think that way.

* Did I mention that I still have a hard time?

* I still have a hard time.

* I am still quit today because of this fucking Web site and the tools I've befriended here. I will never let you down.

* I AM A GOD

* I have diarrhea today. Shit my pants a little bit earlier this morning, in fact. I smell kinda like an outhouse at a carnival.

[GlennFtheKodiak]

Day 245

Yesterday, I enjoyed a fart hat trick. No, not three farts, but three instances of fart-foolery. Let me enumerate and explain:

1. My wife is standing in the kitchen, holding our toddler. She's chatting with my mother and her sister. I am walking in and out of the kitchen with dirty breakfast plates, eking out poots as I go. Nice and quiet. Little farts. No hoopla. A light blanket of mini-stink.

I see my wife hold my son's ass up to her face, to ascertain if he shit his pants.

Awesome. I smirk about being a ninja.


2. My wife happens to look over at me across the room just as I am whacking out a heavy fart. She sees only the expression on my face, which is a semi-tortured, contorted look of admiration, confusion and pain. I catch her glance and see her look at me as if she thought I was having a brain bleed. I mouthed over to her, "I'm OK."

Poor girl was worried.


3. My wife and I are doing dishes, talking about this and that. I bleat out a chorus of muted farts, each with its own golden tone. I struck a series of notes, almost. Actually, it sounded like I asked "Do you think we can...." in the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher.

"Hm?" my wife inquires.

Oh. My. God. She did NOT just think my farts were a question. That would be too fantastic.

But by God, she did. She came close to answering my poops.

that's fucking classic

[DeanTheCoot]

Day 245

Yesterday, I enjoyed a fart hat trick. No, not three farts, but three instances of fart-foolery. Let me enumerate and explain:

1. My wife is standing in the kitchen, holding our toddler. She's chatting with my mother and her sister. I am walking in and out of the kitchen with dirty breakfast plates, eking out poots as I go. Nice and quiet. Little farts. No hoopla. A light blanket of mini-stink.

I see my wife hold my son's ass up to her face, to ascertain if he shit his pants.

Awesome. I smirk about being a ninja.


2. My wife happens to look over at me across the room just as I am whacking out a heavy fart. She sees only the expression on my face, which is a semi-tortured, contorted look of admiration, confusion and pain. I catch her glance and see her look at me as if she thought I was having a brain bleed. I mouthed over to her, "I'm OK."

Poor girl was worried.


3. My wife and I are doing dishes, talking about this and that. I bleat out a chorus of muted farts, each with its own golden tone. I struck a series of notes, almost. Actually, it sounded like I asked "Do you think we can...." in the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher.

"Hm?" my wife inquires.

Oh. My. God. She did NOT just think my farts were a question. That would be too fantastic.

But by God, she did. She came close to answering my poops.

[Jason Longley]

Day 221

Yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting since I got glasses, back this spring. Good vision RULES. I can actually see what kind of bird I have on the bead. No more shooting at bald eagles. Awesome.

Also, yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting without dip since I was 11 or 12. Nicotine truly, officially hooked me when I was in my mid-teens, but hunting was *always* a dipping event (ninja, of course...my dad would have killed me). I'd save a little pinch in a mason jar or old tin for months, if I needed to.

It was so goddamn nice to hammer through the swamps and fields without my veins booming with nicotine. No artificially inflated heart rate. No lightheadedness. I just chased woodcock like a moron, wondering why I worked so fucking hard for 2/3 of an ounce of breast meat.

I am just going through that for the first time as well. Pheasant season and now deer with no dip. Feels very wierd but I am dealing with it!.

[DeanTheCoot]

somehow i pictured you more for shooting the shit, Dean, than shooting at animals.

I'm full of surprises, Glenn. But I am not quite a redneck. My affection for upland-bird hunting does not imply affection for other traditionally redneck attributes, such as stockcar racing, weird clothes, mustaches and mullets, Camaros with frame rot....

Same story goes for me being a Deadhead. Love the music. Hate hippies.

[GlennFtheKodiak]

Day 221

Yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting since I got glasses, back this spring. Good vision RULES. I can actually see what kind of bird I have on the bead. No more shooting at bald eagles. Awesome.

Also, yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting without dip since I was 11 or 12. Nicotine truly, officially hooked me when I was in my mid-teens, but hunting was *always* a dipping event (ninja, of course...my dad would have killed me). I'd save a little pinch in a mason jar or old tin for months, if I needed to.

It was so goddamn nice to hammer through the swamps and fields without my veins booming with nicotine. No artificially inflated heart rate. No lightheadedness. I just chased woodcock like a moron, wondering why I worked so fucking hard for 2/3 of an ounce of breast meat.

I'm betting you've put in less work for a whole lot more breast than that.... :D

Great job, Dean. I've likewise enjoyed deer hunting this year, dip free of course.

Keep beating the bush for cocks. :huh:

What is all this talk of beating the bush for cocks and working hard for small breasts?

I thought I was the one that managed to write something that had sexual undertones running all through it!

To touch on the whole hunting without a dip thing.....I have seen more deer in my two times out this year than ever before. I always believed that they didn't care about the smell of mint in the air or on the ground. Apparently they did!

And the best part is that I don't feel like my heart is going to explode climbing out of the stand and walking out. Hmmm.......maybe that dip was the worst possible thing I could have been doing while hunting after all!

Dean - Thanks for sharing asshole!

somehow i pictured you more for shooting the shit, Dean, than shooting at animals.

[Stretch]

Day 221

Yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting since I got glasses, back this spring. Good vision RULES. I can actually see what kind of bird I have on the bead. No more shooting at bald eagles. Awesome.

Also, yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting without dip since I was 11 or 12. Nicotine truly, officially hooked me when I was in my mid-teens, but hunting was *always* a dipping event (ninja, of course...my dad would have killed me). I'd save a little pinch in a mason jar or old tin for months, if I needed to.

It was so goddamn nice to hammer through the swamps and fields without my veins booming with nicotine. No artificially inflated heart rate. No lightheadedness. I just chased woodcock like a moron, wondering why I worked so fucking hard for 2/3 of an ounce of breast meat.

I'm betting you've put in less work for a whole lot more breast than that.... :D

Great job, Dean. I've likewise enjoyed deer hunting this year, dip free of course.

Keep beating the bush for cocks. :huh:

What is all this talk of beating the bush for cocks and working hard for small breasts?

I thought I was the one that managed to write something that had sexual undertones running all through it!

To touch on the whole hunting without a dip thing.....I have seen more deer in my two times out this year than ever before. I always believed that they didn't care about the smell of mint in the air or on the ground. Apparently they did!

And the best part is that I don't feel like my heart is going to explode climbing out of the stand and walking out. Hmmm.......maybe that dip was the worst possible thing I could have been doing while hunting after all!

Dean - Thanks for sharing asshole!

[LaQuitter]

Day 221

Yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting since I got glasses, back this spring. Good vision RULES. I can actually see what kind of bird I have on the bead. No more shooting at bald eagles. Awesome.

Also, yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting without dip since I was 11 or 12. Nicotine truly, officially hooked me when I was in my mid-teens, but hunting was *always* a dipping event (ninja, of course...my dad would have killed me). I'd save a little pinch in a mason jar or old tin for months, if I needed to.

It was so goddamn nice to hammer through the swamps and fields without my veins booming with nicotine. No artificially inflated heart rate. No lightheadedness. I just chased woodcock like a moron, wondering why I worked so fucking hard for 2/3 of an ounce of breast meat.

I'm betting you've put in less work for a whole lot more breast than that.... :D

Great job, Dean. I've likewise enjoyed deer hunting this year, dip free of course.

Keep beating the bush for cocks. :huh:

[DeanTheCoot]

Day 221

Yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting since I got glasses, back this spring. Good vision RULES. I can actually see what kind of bird I have on the bead. No more shooting at bald eagles. Awesome.

Also, yesterday was the first time I've gone hunting without dip since I was 11 or 12. Nicotine truly, officially hooked me when I was in my mid-teens, but hunting was *always* a dipping event (ninja, of course...my dad would have killed me). I'd save a little pinch in a mason jar or old tin for months, if I needed to.

It was so goddamn nice to hammer through the swamps and fields without my veins booming with nicotine. No artificially inflated heart rate. No lightheadedness. I just chased woodcock like a moron, wondering why I worked so fucking hard for 2/3 of an ounce of breast meat.

[Moose]

I've decided that I am going to kidnap ALL of Jon and Kate Gosselin's children, one each day until they're all gone, and hide them in a gigantic hot fudge sundae that I am going to build inside the Statue of Liberty's torch.

Why? So these children won't have two parents that are complete fucking assholes. Also, so the media will have some REAL Gosselin news to report.

And yes: I may very well eat the children. So what of it? Fuck you.

If it weren't for shitty parents, kids wouldn't grow up to be effed up adolescents. Hence, I would be out of a job. We need crappy parents like this to give jobs to therapists ;-)

Classic, love it... Great idea on the torch.

[Snowboredm]

I've decided that I am going to kidnap ALL of Jon and Kate Gosselin's children, one each day until they're all gone, and hide them in a gigantic hot fudge sundae that I am going to build inside the Statue of Liberty's torch.

Why? So these children won't have two parents that are complete fucking assholes. Also, so the media will have some REAL Gosselin news to report.

And yes: I may very well eat the children. So what of it? Fuck you.

If it weren't for shitty parents, kids wouldn't grow up to be effed up adolescents. Hence, I would be out of a job. We need crappy parents like this to give jobs to therapists ;-)

[cdforecheck]

I've decided that I am going to kidnap ALL of Jon and Kate Gosselin's children, one each day until they're all gone, and hide them in a gigantic hot fudge sundae that I am going to build inside the Statue of Liberty's torch.

Why? So these children won't have two parents that are complete fucking assholes. Also, so the media will have some REAL Gosselin news to report.

And yes: I may very well eat the children. So what of it? Fuck you.

i think of geese every time they mention the gossling family all i hear is honk, honk, honk everytime they are on, i find it's helped so much

[jaydisco]

I've decided that I am going to kidnap ALL of Jon and Kate Gosselin's children, one each day until they're all gone, and hide them in a gigantic hot fudge sundae that I am going to build inside the Statue of Liberty's torch.

Why? So these children won't have two parents that are complete fucking assholes. Also, so the media will have some REAL Gosselin news to report.

And yes: I may very well eat the children. So what of it? Fuck you.

Not to hijack your thought...but this reminded me of the Nancy Grace interview with JGoss that was highlighted 396 times on Extra last night.

Is she not the person you'd most like to see mauled by a pack of jackals? I almost think that might be too good for her.

On a related topic, I believe her vagina probably looks a great deal like the Sarlacc monster...

http://www.cswu.cz/basic/images/sarlacc.jpg

[DeanTheCoot]

I've decided that I am going to kidnap ALL of Jon and Kate Gosselin's children, one each day until they're all gone, and hide them in a gigantic hot fudge sundae that I am going to build inside the Statue of Liberty's torch.

Why? So these children won't have two parents that are complete fucking assholes. Also, so the media will have some REAL Gosselin news to report.

And yes: I may very well eat the children. So what of it? Fuck you.

[GlennFtheKodiak]

I am setting a cave date: October 1, 2009.

I can't fucking wait.

It's October 1, 2009. My cave date.

Well, I decided against caving and posted Day 192 this morning. I owe that to myself, my little boy and my wife.

But even more so, I owe it to all of you slam pigs who are quitting with me...who get up in the morning and come here to lend support to me and everyone else. In turn, I can do nothing other than be here to also lend support. It's a never-ending reach-around, sort of.

Today marks another really important milestone for me:

April
May
June
July
August
September

That's six complete calendar months without dip. Six months. I'm honestly amazed. Yeah, I've worked hard and all that, but it still seems almost unreal that I have been able to break away - and STAY away - from the most powerful addiction I've ever encountered. My last vice is dying away, leaving me with only the desire to be able to lick and bite my nipples while I rub one out to a picture of Blossom. (I'll never give up THAT vice.)

Awesome, Dean.

that's fucking scary, I remember the day you posted that and it seemed like so far in the future.

Shit Dean, I remember reading this a long time ago. 6 months is HUGE, nice job bro.

Blossom?? Really? :unsure:

Punky Brewster?

'jerk'

I'm very happy you didn't cave bro...crazy fuck 'crackup'

- my thoughts exactly Glenn

Yeah, but how i loved Kristy McNichol when i was 12. And she's kind of a dog actually.