Just posted Day 1 (hope I did it right).
Dipper/smoker for 30+ years. Just flushed my dip and crushed the cigarettes.
Started dipping in little league - funny thing was parents thought it was sort of cute back them. Dipped up to college - girl friend hated it and switched to cigarettes. Smoked for 15+ years, then went back to the can, thinking it was safer (what a load of bullshit).
Lately been dipping or smoking, depending on what I can do and when I can do it. The bitch doesn't seem to care as long as I feed her. I am an addict, after all.
Today my family was telling each other what we were thankful for, and as I listened to my kids, I realized that I risk everthing everytime I pack a lip or light up a smoke. I can't do it any more - I won't do it any more. I have too much to live for to put rat poison into my body.
There are only two outcomes here - either I win or the bitch wins. There is no in between. Today I choose to win. Today I choose my life. Today I quit. Fuck the bitch.