Day 420, 60 weeks of quit! 60 weeks!
Find myself today at work playing around on the computer, checking email and following up on the week's issues.
I realize at some point that I am playing with my own "fidget spinner."
It is the ring from the top of a 20oz Gatorade bottle. From the last spitter I used. These used to be my favorite spitters: wide mouth, large volume, good sealing lid, sat tightly and securely in the truck's cup holders.
This fucking little piece of plastic has been sitting on my desk for well over 60 weeks, and has even moved when our office moved! (What the actual Fuck?)
I think somewhere in the back of my mind, the nic bitch had me keep this stupid little piece of plastic around as a memory of the "fun" we used to have. Hoping it would help her sneak back in.
I tossed over 4 cans worth of chew when I quit 60 weeks ago, really without a second thought, but somehow this stupid little plastic ring stayed for all 60 weeks, and only today did I make the connection.
Its been said before: cut all ties, burns your boats, don't romanticize your addiction to nicotine, clear out all your cans, all your spitters, etc yet somehow I still clung to this stupid piece of plastic.
Fuck that, its in the garbage now, gone for good, never to be seen again.
NO MORE!