Day 148
It's complete bullshit that today I am in a funk and thinking about dipping. I know 148 days isn't much in the grand scheme of quitting but hell, it is 148 days. And now...another...funk.
I have allowed these dip funks to get the best of me too many times. They last a couple days and I'm no better off in the end so this time I'm not going to buy into this crap.
Today I win. My addiction loses.
I gave too much of my life to my addiction to nicotine so today I renew my dedication to enjoying my life without the weight of my addiction.
I am strong and I am quit.
I am going to remind myself what it means to be a man.
I am going to keep my word to myself, my family, and my Sept '11 brothers.
Nicotine is not my friend.
I get the funks too. However, the way I look at it, I dipped for 34 years...roughly 12,410 days. I'm now 132 days into my quit, so that leaves 12,278 more days until I break even...or, at least get close to it. Each morning when I post roll and make my promise to you guys I also make a promise to myself that I won't consider caving until I've evened those numbers out. So, while I get the occasional funk, I know that I still have a very long time to go before I can consciously think about having another dip or cigar. 33 years and 8 months to be precise.
I'll probably be dead before I can think about having something, so it's all good. B)
Proud to be quit with you today, and more than that, for being your September Pirate Brother! AArrrrrgggghhhhhhh......