*introduced myself 3 years ago*
3 years ago I joined this site, 10 days later I started chewing again and haven't looked back since. Got a new job shortly after signing up here, was a butcher previously, couldn't have dip, right? Right. Started my new job as a Hazmat Technician, wasn't around people, not in a respirator often, can chew whenever I want as much as I want.
Now, here I am, again. 2 cans a day sometimes 3. I have a hole in my heart and have also had t.i.a's which to put into layman terms, I'm prone to having "mini-strokes". I was working down in Tennessee for a few months and on March 17th I woke up and had very little feeling in my right arm. Got out of bed, shrugged it off as my arm fell asleep. Went to the gym, got back to the hotel, lied on the bed, that tingling/numbness started going down my leg and into my foot. That's when I realized "uh oh", stood up to my friend/roommate/coworker and said that I needed to get to an E.R. and as I was telling him, the sensation consumed the right side of my torso, chest and face.
Now, answer me this. What was the first thing I grabbed for the car ride to the hospital? If you said my can of chew, you're correct.
Here I am, 24 years old. Dipping since I was 14, I just recently had my 3rd mini stroke at fucking 24 years old, I've known about my heart condition for 3 years. The kicker is I've lost 140lbs. Save the praise, I don't deserve it. My own cardiologist has actually stopped begging and pleading with me to quit, because he pretty much said that I'm going to kill myself regardless of what he thinks, and he'll just try treat it as time goes on. I'm a special kind of asshole for my CARDIOLOGIST to give up hope on me. That's far beyond the point of stubborn, that's downright sickening. (my cardiologist and I have a very open dialogue, which is why he said that too me)
WHY can I overcome obesity but quitting is so hard? HOW am I the person that all my friends and family go to because I'm the "rock", I'm the "strong one"? WHEN did it become okay for me to be addicted to something? WHO the fuck is anyone to tell me I'm strong when I'm apparently so weak? WHAT the fuck am I doing?
I'm not too scared to say I'm an emotional wreck right now. I'm scared to fucking death. I had a good friend pull me aside tonight and she told me how much she cared and that I needed to quit. My first thought "Who the fuck is she to tell ME what to do?!". That was 5 hours ago, it's 5am, I can't catch a wink of sleep because her voice keeps residing in my head.
I WANT to quit, and not for her, or my friends, or my family, but for me. I just don't fucking know how, and I wouldn't be here again if I didn't need a verbal kick in the fucking ass.
I'm not asking for a babysitter. I just need help.