Ok so I have been laying low for the past couple of months. this looks like a great fuckin place to reserect my support of the need to quit. In fact I am so into this intro I am coming back tomorrow to see what has happened. Dude, quitting is the best thing you could ever do. no matter how fucked up your life is. I am really impressed you picked a hard day to quit. It makes more since the longer you are quit. It really begins to mean something and then your like really happy that your still quit and wow look what I can do damnit. OK, Stay the fuck quit, post daily and PM anyone for a phone number. If you want mine, pm me. I will give it to you. You are a fun place to visit.
Many thanks, brother.
By the way, guys... I begin roll tomorrow. I made it through day one with no problem, stress and all. Speak of which, y'know what really rocks?
Cinnamon Raisin Bagels, yogurt, Cheddar Sour Cream chips, a glass of milk, and a pop tart. Yeah, it's an odd mix, but my metabolism is so high I eat like a horse and gain no weight. I need to exercise and eat less so I can lose more, but... yeah... This odd bunch of food will always be remembered as the meal with which I celebrated my first day quit...
Now, as much as my fiancee dislikes drinking, I'll see if she'll grant me one exception and let me knock back a beer with a friend of mine when I hit 100 days... Yeah, that's thinking way ahead, but it never hurts to dream, and that'd be a helluva celebration, considering the fact that I haven't sat down and sipped a beer since September of last year... Find my old huge beer mug... I think it was like a 24 oz. mug... Pop a couple longnecks of craft beer into it, sit back, enjoy...
Tomorrow is day two. What will it bring? I really don't know, but lets find out.
On a side note: My right cheek is swelling. I'm nervous... I'm not freaking out, as there's a strong possibility I have an infection going now... Last time I dipped really heavy and then quit, I had a NASTY throat infection that crept its way all the way up into my mouth, made it half way through my cheeks before the antibiotic finally started hitting it... Nasty, nasty, nasty stuff, that. The nic bitch is a cruel mistress, ain't she? I wonder how many have decided to quit, quit, had their mouths go haywire, freaked, and started again. Sad, ain't it?
All day, off and on, I've had the "Shit... One dip won't kill me. Why not enjoy one more day before I really quit?" bullshit flashing through the back of my mind... I've found that if I blast my mental voice out with a nice giant "FUCK YOU!" it kind of disappears... Honestly, the nic bitch is a real low-down wench to deal with, but... For some reason, she doesn't seem as powerful as she used to. I'm about to go play Half-Life 2... I think every headcrab I bust a cap in, I'll mentally replace its head with a can of Skoal... Release of agression can be a wonderful thing. aaaaaand video games have already helped me beat cravings today.
Granted, people kind of look at you weird when you're staring at the Gameboy Color going "JUMP MARIO, YOU STUPID FUCK! JUMP OVER THE DAMN HOLE!"
This ends day one...