As promised, keeping myself accountable. Made it to Columbus, OH and back, and absolutely did NOT fucking cave. Decent crave, I'll admit, but luckily I was prepared and had my jerky chew with me.
Couple thoughts I had:
- Passed the 1-800-QUIT-NOW sign twice during the drive. I remember when I would pass it and say to myself - "after this can, I'm going to call. I'll figure this out." But of course, after that can, what did we do dippers? ANOTHER CAN! Felt good to pass by thinking it would be a good resource to use to stay quit, instead of getting quit.
- Passed by the Speedway where I broke down last time I stopped dipping. Gave them a big "FUCK YOU" out the window. I know it's not their fault, I take responsibility for my decisions, but damn it felt good to drive right by.
- Crazy the smallest things that used to justify grabbing some dirt. I'm driving a new car, and it came with the 30-day XM/Sirius satellite radio subscription. Well, it ran out a week ago but it kept playing for some reason. When I turned it on to come back home, it finally stopped and would only play the intro channel. What was my first thought? "I need a dip". BECAUSE OF THAT!? Sorry, Brian, you don't do that SHIT anymore. QLF/QFL.
Thanks for putting up with the rant. Happy to still be quit with all of you.