I had an interesting weekend. Hit day 200 on Easter Sunday... tell me that doesn't scream coincidence. Spent Sunday and Most of today playing Dr. Angus. GF has an abcessed tooth that got infected. Saturday it was sore, Sunday she was begging me to take her to the hospital. And last night into this morning she swore that she was only a few hours away from dying. While I don't deny the fact that it was bad (she started looking like a chipmunk), I still find it amusing how a few Vicodins and some antibiotics makes people forget just how silly they were acting a few short hours ago.
Anyways, I share this with you because over 200 days ago I would of spent it with a dip of chew in... thinking that it was somehow helping. Now, as I look back, I had myself fooled pretty good. To all those lurking and thinking about quitting, take a long hard look at the situations you tell yourself you "need" a dip of chew. I challenge you to find 1 time it actually did something beneficial for you. In the end you'll begin to realize that this addiction has the wool pulled over your eyes. Chew can only help you die faster than you're intended to... nothing more.
