I'm not sure what is worse, the fear of getting cancer from dipping, or the cancer itself. I, for one, would not like to find out the latter through experience. I dipped for 5 years straight. Almost everyday, with a few months of quit attempts in the mix, since I graduated high school. I went through about a can a day, maybe two during my worst moments. The worst part is that I knew the risks involved even before I started. I honestly do not know what I was thinking when I first tried it, but that is enough about the past. All that matters is the future and the choices that I make starting right now to determine the outcome of my future.
I'm done. No more "I'm really gonna try this time." One thing I've learned from this experience is that if you really want something, you just have to do it. Go after it, do not leave one inch of room for excuses or failure. It is not an option. So literally as I am typing this, I am dumping my half can out, and throwing it away for good. And honestly I won't miss it, because I know, that regardless of the agitation and pain that I will go through as the withdrawals set it, It will never even come close to amounting to the anxiety that I have or would have experience if I had continued dipping.
I'm writing this for myself mostly, to look back and reflect upon when the inevitable temptation to go out and buy another can sets in. If you are ready, you should join me. We will quit together.
