KTC ROCKS, and it is the people, the friendships, and the tough love that makes it rock.
I woke up early this morning and thought about dipping on purpose. Just checking my lunatic brain to see how it was doing. I don't want a dip. I know I will still have moments of cravings, but I rarely even think about putting a dip in. The triggers are all gone, the temptations are not there and I just don't want that crap in my life. I guess none of us ever did that's why we are here. It is that powerful addiction that makes us think we need it when we don't want it.
I talk about "winning" a lot in my posts to other quitters. Winning to me is beating the addict brain one moment at a time. It starts in the first few hours of no dip. There are some easy wins and then there are some that you wake up the next day and you are amazed you are still alive, hell, you might even wish you were dead. This is why it is so very important that you quit for YOU. not your newborn kid, not because your wife caught you with it, you have to quit because it is killing you. You are fighting for your life. The kid, the wife, WILL piss you off or let you down one day and if you try to quit for them, your quit will die at that moment. Any potential quitters reading this, just win for you one moment at a time and celebrate that win, be proud and build your momentum. The more "wins" you get behind you the easier it gets.
Celebrations: it has been 100 days since I had to swallow chew because I was too embarrassed to spit, spilled a can of juice in my truck, paid extreme amounts of cash for poison, been to a 7/11 or any c-store, tried to spit between my legs while taking a shit just to spit on my dick ( c'mon you know you have done it), packed my lip while my gums were sore as hell, worried about cancer, and most important it has been 100 days since I have had to tell myself I need to quit, I am quit.
All my thanks and blessings to KTC, my supporters, my quit group, the texting gang, and my family. This has been a very rewarding experience, THANK YOU!
Chris