About 4 hours ago, I took my last dip out and dumped my Grizzly Straight can. This is something I've wanted to do for quite some time now, as I've been chewing since I was 16. Fast forward ten years, and the nic bitch has me hooked like a dog. For years, I told myself and those around me that I wasn't hookedÂ…but the sad truth, is I was hooked. I only realized that once I started exploring the option of quitting the countless failed attempts via numerous methods (nicotine gum, cold turkey, hypnosis, etc.) Hell, once I had even been quit for 3 months but caved into pressures from work-at the time I didn't think I was strong enough without "one last dip." Each time I have tried to quit, I have only partially wanted to quit. Most of my quits have mainly been influenced by my partner. Not myself. This time, I am quitting for me. For my health. For my independence. For my freedom. This time, I am fully engaged in my quit and rid myself of this disgusting addiction. So that I may one day be able to grow old and live to see another day. For now, I am taking this quit one day at a time.