I attended a fundraiser dinner for SCI last night. I was dumbfounded by the number of people that dip at those things. I guess I never noticed before because I was one of them. It was strange to view the addict behavior as a non-user. Everyone walking around with a fat lip, spit cup in one hand, drink in the other hand. It was disgusting and repulsive.
I am very happy to wake up this morning without regret. I have drank only a few times since quitting, but not large quantities and mostly just in the safety of my home. Prior to quitting I drank alot of beer, almost daily, and a shit ton on the weekends. I did not intend to give up drinking when I quit dipping, but I just didnt have the desire to drink. Which in hindsite happened to be just a great side benefit of quitting dip. Funny how that works, (Divine Providence I believe).
Last night however, I tore it up. And I am hungover as hell this morning. Open bar all night and I indulged, over-indulged actually. My inhibitions were way down and I was profoundly vulnerable. Probably not the smartest thing I have ever done, but I did it. On several occassions last night I had someone pack a dip in front of me and then flip me their can.
The addict in me wanted that dip badly. But check this out..................it felt so damn good to throw that can back and say the following, "fuck that, I don't do that shit anymore, 82 days free". This was the 1st time I actually turned down the offer to "have a dip". I know that I turn it down everyday, but this just seemed different. That stops people in their tracks. They give you a disbelieving look. Early in my quit I had a shitty attitude, and I spent alot of time feeling sorry for myself. But right there, at that moment, in that place, I did not feel sorry for self at all. I felt pride. It was the first time I got to publically speak of my accomplishment, and it felt pretty damn good.
It was really the first time in 82 days that I had the real opportunity to just throw one in. It would have been easy to cave. No premeditation, no driving to the store, no thinking it through. I could have blown it just that easy. It pays dividends to be prepared. Out in my truck I had seeds, jerkey and fake, just in case. And guess what I did on the way out to get it....................called a quitter. Thanks Sportsfan. And thank you to all the texters that told me they had my back before I even left for the event, Cmark, dboelker, jbradley, dipweasel,morgan1, diplessinjax, nickald, cdaniels, 2mch2lv4.
Thank God for KTC, thank God for quit friends. It is great to be winning this fight. I quit with all of you again today, now I am going back to bed.