Started dipping a little in high school. I can remember when I hated it, how it would make my stomach upset and even the smell of a can opening in a truck would make my stomach turn... but my friends were doing it so I FORCED myself to take it. I started liking it, then needing it, then came a point where if you saw me I probably had a dip in. After high school I went into wild land firefighting and if you have been around it before you know how many of those guys/girls dip, you cant get away from the stuff. To me dipping was second nature, and whatever I did had to be planned around it. Going hunting... better make sure I have an extra can. On a fire for 2 weeks... better have 3 logs.
In the last couple months I started noticing changes. I was taking longer dips(3-4 hours) more often. And the more I dipped the less it satisfied to the point where I would just chain dip all fucking day only taking it out to eat. This really started to bother me because up until that point I had not realized how much I was addicted and how much it owned me.
So a week ago today I stumbled on this site and went into the chat room. Started talking to a couple guys about my addiction and an hour later I had spit the shit out and flushed 4 cans down the toilet. I live an hour away from the nearest can for sale so this was a HUGE thing for me to do. That's when I realized that I finally HATED how it was controlling my life and that I could quit if I actually wanted to. So it has been a week and I am feeling pretty fuckin good. Craves are starting to be less and not last as along. There is an awesome group of guys (and gals, mrs.cdaniels) on here who have been extremely supportive and I now this is not rocket surgery, it is definitely possible. I just had to hate first... being quit one day at a time.
