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[chewie]

I just purchased my new survival kit, 1 can long cut, one can pouches, 4 cans various snus, 8 packs of sugarless gum...

Survival kit?, sounds more like a death kit. That IS NOT QUIT.

Surely he's talking about fake shit????

I can only hope... but that doesn't sound like it.

TheWolfe - please clarify!

[steffano626]

*deleted* wrong thread???

[kayakdude]

GameCock,

While I do not share your choices of schools (Go CLEMSON) I do share your addiction and I got your back.

I dipped/chewed for 30 years...my trigger was breathing. Your story aint special here.

You will quit and you will stay quit.

The next few days will suck.

Post roll call every morning

Read..Read.Read...

Drink water until you cant drink anymore.

Exercise....

Buy into KTC

Go to the Chat room

Do whatever the F you need to do to quit.

You got all the support you need here so take it.

Kayakdude

[Done4Me]

Welcome cock. Certainly one of the sentences in life I never thought I would type. There's one guy on here that always has bananas fucking. Eventually you'll see. He scares me. Think you're on day 2. I swear those first few days it was an hour at the time. I'd watch the clock all day long talking myself into another 15 minutes, then 30 and so on. It's a real friggin internal battle. I gave up drinking and dipping knowing that would help. Not sure if you're a drinker as well, may want to consider it. Lack of alcohol and dip had my plumbing messed up for days. I'm still not back to my clockwork morning ritual but if that's all I have to give up to be dip free so be it.

What helped me through the early days the most? Reading this site, the intros so I could identify with those that quit. The HOF entries so I could feel and smell and want it. I looked at last month's quit group and all the smack talk. I didn't post at all other than roll.  I couldn't think a logical thought much less put nouns and verbs together. No clue how I made it through those days without telling my boss. I'm like you, I need motivation. I told my wife to read the spouses page and to ask me how it's going and be involved. All this crap worked for me to make it to day 17 which has to seem light years away for you. The suck is the worst of times. We've all been there and made it through. You need anything shoot me a PM.

[Bombero]

Hi Everyone,

Been lurking for about a month now, and am finally making the move. Why the wait? Honestly, I'm terrified...my brain spins thinking about not getting my nic. But here's my story (very similar to everyone's here I'm sure):

Been dipping for 25 years, started after college (Go GameCocks!) when the Navy sent me to sea, and there was nothing better than catching that buzz while I stood on watch tearing holes in the ocean. Copenhagen Long Cut drug of choice, eventually switching to Pouches. None of that minty flavor for me, straight up and the most expensive can on the market. Nothing but the best in addiction. Here's the funny part - Except for the few years I was on a ship, I have always been a closet dipper. But it wasn't the clothes closet, it was the water closet. That's right, the crapper. Since about 1995 no one has ever seen me with a dip in my mouth. And for that reason I never thought I was an addict. I could go hours without a dip (still can), but if I have to go to the bathroom, I lock myself in the bathroom, pop in a dip, catch the buzz, and flush it. Can you guess that as the years have progressed, my time on the crapper has expanded? My 2 kids, both boys, think I am crazy for taking so long in the bathroom. I think I might be crazy too. My wife of 20 years knows I do it, and has asked me to quit but has never pressured me. Let it be known, I'm not quitting for her, I'm quitting because I am tired of bad breath, my mouth feeling like crap, my anxiety about cancer, and my utter disgust with myself for wasting all that time (on the crapper), all that money, and all that energy hiding it. I am fully aware that I am an addict and will always crave that shit.

I have tried several times to quit, but because of my mental attachment to the bathroom, if I don't dip, I don't shit. Last week I went 2 days without dipping and it about killed me. And you know those dreams everyone talks about here? Holy moly, I had some doozies. And that was with just 50 hours under my belt! So, that said, I remain terrified that I can't do it. I know I sound awfully negative, but I think I'm going to need to eat an entire jar of Metimucil to kill the can.

I love how on this site everyone is hardcore and will beat your ass at every turn. I am the guy who needs that. In a supportive kind of way. Ha! Seriously, as much as it is internal to me, willpower and all, I still have determined that I need the support group to help me. And I look forward to your help. Anyone have a problem with me texting them from the stall at work? :)

Today I quit.

Try some of the non-dip dip. I bet it is some Pavlov deal, and a fake dip will help you drop it.

[thewolfe]

I just purchased my new survival kit, 1 can long cut, one can pouches, 4 cans various snus, 8 packs of sugarless gum...

Survival kit?, sounds more like a death kit. That IS NOT QUIT.

[Luna2]

Funny. $50.

I just purchased my new survival kit, 1 can long cut, one can pouches, 4 cans various snus, 8 packs of sugarless gum...

When I was an Army Private, I used to sell the cope and skoal for $10 a can--1990! Being from MA, I was used to the $4.50 a can. In VA and NC it was $1.65! Money.

On my last couple tours as a field grade monkey, I'd donate cope, wet wipes, international calling cards, nutritional supplements, and the best of our care packages to any of the operators passing through or operating from our aerial port, as well as let them use our radios around the flight line. The Navy Seals, the Marine and AF combat controllers, Army SF, and many of the contractors were all top class pros, silent warriors, appreciative etc.. Two of the best were a Marine sniper and an AF combat Controller, both E-5, hair out of regs, on their second or third tour--they said it like it was, no B.S. I revet not getting names.

The regular infantry and rangers and airmen and support/non crit contractors were a pain in the ass and would tear crap up and deface everything with their sharpies, leave spit cans everywhere and god forbid you buy them pizza as you'll have all sorts of shite to police. The internationals were even worse, as they usually dump contraband in our amnesty boxes--pot, hash, cociane, nips of schnapps..

[brettlees]

Hey I want to say welcome and I'll be looking forward to quitting with you- but maybe not indulging in your sm ass beating needs so much. Kidding! Couldn't pass up the chance to get a jab in. You've made a great decision and have already been learning- keep it up and you'll get through this! It ain't easy but it is simple if you just follow the plan here. It can work out to be a lot of fun too!

[GameCock01]

Dude. Our stories so similar, less how we started.

I recall not being able to poo, until I was able to score a log of Cope from the US Embassy in Egypt. I would pop one in after PT, shower, drop a deuce and all evidence.. Morning rituals. Then could work all day, and only need a dip after dinner before bed.

I started when my 17 year old babysitter thought it fun to give me, my 9 yo brother, and 7 year old sister Skoal, do twists in the yard then look to the sky.. It was so awesome, but probably set us up for a lifetime of extreme sports and danger..

Luna - LOL! Indeed, that buzz was so nice right? The buzz is long gone for me - I'm just ready to be done with it and everything that goes along with it...

Welcome to KTC - Glad to be in your quit group!

PS: On WESTPAC in '91 I paid one of my sailors 50 bucks for 3 cans of Cope his sister had sent him...like gold when stuck at sea for a while. Shit makes us fools in every way....

[Luna2]

Dude. Our stories so similar, less how we started.

I recall not being able to poo, until I was able to score a log of Cope from the US Embassy in Egypt. I would pop one in after PT, shower, drop a deuce and all evidence.. Morning rituals. Then could work all day, and only need a dip after dinner before bed.

I started when my 17 year old babysitter thought it fun to give me, my 9 yo brother, and 7 year old sister Skoal, do twists in the yard then look to the sky.. It was so awesome, but probably set us up for a lifetime of extreme sports and danger..

[J2b]

Hi Everyone,

Been lurking for about a month now, and am finally making the move. Why the wait? Honestly, I'm terrified...my brain spins thinking about not getting my nic. But here's my story (very similar to everyone's here I'm sure):

Been dipping for 25 years, started after college (Go GameCocks!) when the Navy sent me to sea, and there was nothing better than catching that buzz while I stood on watch tearing holes in the ocean. Copenhagen Long Cut drug of choice, eventually switching to Pouches. None of that minty flavor for me, straight up and the most expensive can on the market. Nothing but the best in addiction. Here's the funny part - Except for the few years I was on a ship, I have always been a closet dipper. But it wasn't the clothes closet, it was the water closet. That's right, the crapper. Since about 1995 no one has ever seen me with a dip in my mouth. And for that reason I never thought I was an addict. I could go hours without a dip (still can), but if I have to go to the bathroom, I lock myself in the bathroom, pop in a dip, catch the buzz, and flush it. Can you guess that as the years have progressed, my time on the crapper has expanded? My 2 kids, both boys, think I am crazy for taking so long in the bathroom. I think I might be crazy too. My wife of 20 years knows I do it, and has asked me to quit but has never pressured me. Let it be known, I'm not quitting for her, I'm quitting because I am tired of bad breath, my mouth feeling like crap, my anxiety about cancer, and my utter disgust with myself for wasting all that time (on the crapper), all that money, and all that energy hiding it. I am fully aware that I am an addict and will always crave that shit.

I have tried several times to quit, but because of my mental attachment to the bathroom, if I don't dip, I don't shit. Last week I went 2 days without dipping and it about killed me. And you know those dreams everyone talks about here? Holy moly, I had some doozies. And that was with just 50 hours under my belt! So, that said, I remain terrified that I can't do it. I know I sound awfully negative, but I think I'm going to need to eat an entire jar of Metimucil to kill the can.

I love how on this site everyone is hardcore and will beat your ass at every turn. I am the guy who needs that. In a supportive kind of way. Ha! Seriously, as much as it is internal to me, willpower and all, I still have determined that I need the support group to help me. And I look forward to your help. Anyone have a problem with me texting them from the stall at work? :)

Today I quit.

I too was a crapper dipper. Wasn't exclusive like you, but I never missed a chance to crap with a chew in.

Great decision to quit, and rest assured you will poop again. Have you posted roll in August? Those will be your quit brothers. Since you have been letting I am sure you get the gist of how this site works, but just to be sure know that by posting roll you are giving your word that under no circumstances (NONE!) will you use nicotine today. That's the easy part.

Remember the next couple of days - they are going to suck. Hopefully, they suck so bad that you never forget them and more importantly you never even consider going back and having to go through them again.

All that being said, drink water, eat some fruit, run, work out, read like crazy on this site, and most importantly reach out to your brothers. Get numbers. Get involved. Yell when it gets tough and lend a hand when you are strong.

Pm coming your way with my number - use it if you need anything. Damn glad to be quit with you!

[Wt57]

Hi Everyone,

Been lurking for about a month now, and am finally making the move. Why the wait? Honestly, I'm terrified...my brain spins thinking about not getting my nic. But here's my story (very similar to everyone's here I'm sure):

Been dipping for 25 years, started after college (Go GameCocks!) when the Navy sent me to sea, and there was nothing better than catching that buzz while I stood on watch tearing holes in the ocean. Copenhagen Long Cut drug of choice, eventually switching to Pouches. None of that minty flavor for me, straight up and the most expensive can on the market. Nothing but the best in addiction. Here's the funny part - Except for the few years I was on a ship, I have always been a closet dipper. But it wasn't the clothes closet, it was the water closet. That's right, the crapper. Since about 1995 no one has ever seen me with a dip in my mouth. And for that reason I never thought I was an addict. I could go hours without a dip (still can), but if I have to go to the bathroom, I lock myself in the bathroom, pop in a dip, catch the buzz, and flush it. Can you guess that as the years have progressed, my time on the crapper has expanded? My 2 kids, both boys, think I am crazy for taking so long in the bathroom. I think I might be crazy too. My wife of 20 years knows I do it, and has asked me to quit but has never pressured me. Let it be known, I'm not quitting for her, I'm quitting because I am tired of bad breath, my mouth feeling like crap, my anxiety about cancer, and my utter disgust with myself for wasting all that time (on the crapper), all that money, and all that energy hiding it. I am fully aware that I am an addict and will always crave that shit.

I have tried several times to quit, but because of my mental attachment to the bathroom, if I don't dip, I don't shit. Last week I went 2 days without dipping and it about killed me. And you know those dreams everyone talks about here? Holy moly, I had some doozies. And that was with just 50 hours under my belt! So, that said, I remain terrified that I can't do it. I know I sound awfully negative, but I think I'm going to need to eat an entire jar of Metimucil to kill the can.

I love how on this site everyone is hardcore and will beat your ass at every turn. I am the guy who needs that. In a supportive kind of way. Ha! Seriously, as much as it is internal to me, willpower and all, I still have determined that I need the support group to help me. And I look forward to your help. Anyone have a problem with me texting them from the stall at work? :)

Today I quit.

Nothing special about your addiction story and I know you can do it but I'm gonna pound you on one thing, you haven't posted roll yet. After lurking for a month you know posting roll is número uno! Get your head into a positive place that you can't fail.

[GameCock01]

Hi Everyone,

Been lurking for about a month now, and am finally making the move. Why the wait? Honestly, I'm terrified...my brain spins thinking about not getting my nic. But here's my story (very similar to everyone's here I'm sure):

Been dipping for 25 years, started after college (Go GameCocks!) when the Navy sent me to sea, and there was nothing better than catching that buzz while I stood on watch tearing holes in the ocean. Copenhagen Long Cut drug of choice, eventually switching to Pouches. None of that minty flavor for me, straight up and the most expensive can on the market. Nothing but the best in addiction. Here's the funny part - Except for the few years I was on a ship, I have always been a closet dipper. But it wasn't the clothes closet, it was the water closet. That's right, the crapper. Since about 1995 no one has ever seen me with a dip in my mouth. And for that reason I never thought I was an addict. I could go hours without a dip (still can), but if I have to go to the bathroom, I lock myself in the bathroom, pop in a dip, catch the buzz, and flush it. Can you guess that as the years have progressed, my time on the crapper has expanded? My 2 kids, both boys, think I am crazy for taking so long in the bathroom. I think I might be crazy too. My wife of 20 years knows I do it, and has asked me to quit but has never pressured me. Let it be known, I'm not quitting for her, I'm quitting because I am tired of bad breath, my mouth feeling like crap, my anxiety about cancer, and my utter disgust with myself for wasting all that time (on the crapper), all that money, and all that energy hiding it. I am fully aware that I am an addict and will always crave that shit.

I have tried several times to quit, but because of my mental attachment to the bathroom, if I don't dip, I don't shit. Last week I went 2 days without dipping and it about killed me. And you know those dreams everyone talks about here? Holy moly, I had some doozies. And that was with just 50 hours under my belt! So, that said, I remain terrified that I can't do it. I know I sound awfully negative, but I think I'm going to need to eat an entire jar of Metimucil to kill the can.

I love how on this site everyone is hardcore and will beat your ass at every turn. I am the guy who needs that. In a supportive kind of way. Ha! Seriously, as much as it is internal to me, willpower and all, I still have determined that I need the support group to help me. And I look forward to your help. Anyone have a problem with me texting them from the stall at work? :)

Today I quit.