Well, Bye Dip.

[marjwilliams]

I don't know. Maybe it doesn't sound like it in my introduction, but I certainly FEEL like I'm quitting for myself. I guess the trigger was that we're having a baby, but that was just more of a pre-planned start date for the quit I knew I had to do.

I'm honestly sick of this shit and am not fucking eating any of it today. Promise.

[tarpon17]

may i also add that you need to quit for yourself. Quitting for mrs marj or baby marj won't cut it. You'll fail. I did many times. I quit for my girls arrival, her first bday, her christening, her second bday, etc. Always went back to the can.

Man up marj, quit for yourself. You have the tools in this website to keep you quit. Use them and you'll stay quit.

[Parputt]

I will not sugar coat this:

1. You are in for the fight of your life. If you are not in 100% get out now.
2. We will not coddle you. Give your word every day and keep it.
3. You are in for the fight of your life. If you are not in 100% get out now.

[marjwilliams]

Hello fellow addicts. My name is Marcus and I've been dipping like a banchie since my freshman year of college when I discovered the shit helped me stay up to study. That, all of a sudden, was almost 13 years ago.

I've never slowed down or even attempted to quit or even wanted to until now. I mean, I've wished I didn't dip, but have never actually tried to stop. Been doing a can a day of Timberwolf Straight Longcut for a long time now. Costs about $70 per month, and about once a week results in layers of skin sloughing off the inside of each of my cheeks.

My breath stinks at all times. My teeth have a disappointing yellow tint to them. My wife can never just come up and kiss me because I literally ALWAYS have a dip in so long as I am awake and not eating at the time. I pre-plan every event to allow for dipping. Funeral or wedding? No problem I'll just keep an empty airplane sized liquor bottle in my suit coat for a spittoon. Business meeting? Dip in the way back of my mouth, full cup of coffee, swallow the spit. Wife wants to snuggle on the couch? Yeah right. I'm dipping. Wife wants to go to bed? nah, I think I'll have another dip and stay up for a while.

I know everyone here relates to all this crap. All this frackin energy spent thinking about dip. Planning for dip. Adjusting our lives to accommodate dip. Thank goodness I'm done with it.

My "reason" is one that my wife and I agreed upon many moons ago. I was a dipper when we started dating and she chose to marry me anyway. For that reason I wouldn't quit for her and she wasn't allowed to try to make me. However the one event that we agreed would be the perfect time to quit is when she got pregnant. I tried to make the deal when we had a baby, but she wisely recommended I get the quit out of my system before we had an alien living with us keeping us up at night. Good call.

Well, we got news last week that we're 6 weeks pregnant with our first kid after 9 years of marriage. So Monday, May 9th became my quit date. I did it. It was weird. Here I am for day 2 and am elated to have this nasty shit out of my life.