I've been reading everything I can find here trying to work up the courage to kick the habit. I've been dipping since age 21, I am 52 now. My career is in IT so it involves a lot of sitting on my butt waiting for a computer to do something. Very convenient opportunity to absorb some nasty chemical while I'm at it. My drug of choice the past few years has been "Timber Wolf Wintergreen Long Cut"
I have quit more times than I can remember, never lasted more than a week or three. There was always some lame excuse that I let myself be dragged back in. Most recent was when my father-in-law lay dying in the hospital, my excuse was to relieve the stress of the situation. Dumb, dumb!
I did some quick math - if I had saved the money I spent on dip over that time period, I could just about pay cash for that new Tesla Model 3 I've had my eye on.
This addiction is embarrassing, I try to keep it hidden. From family, friends, everyone. The relationships suffer because I'm spending every waking moment thinking about where and when I get that next chew instead of interacting with the people in my life.
Today is July 25, 2017. I've already succumbed this morning on the way to work and it was pure mental torture realizing that once again I have let myself down. I'm sick and tired of this. As of now I have flushed the contents of my last can and my goal today is to make it home without stopping at the convenience store. If I reach that goal, my next goal is to actually talk to and listen to my wife about this. I know I can't do this alone, I've proven that to myself enough times. That's why I am here.