Glad to be here

[Athan]

2/25/18
...all we are saying, is give quit a chance

...what if they gave a can and no one chewed.

[Athan]

2/24/18
Excuses.
What are some of the ones that you use?
After this can, just dropped $5 on it and I'm not gonna throw that out (um, that was 500 cans ago)
After this weekend (um, that was 100 weekends ago and counting)
She's driving me crazy (um, that's what they do)
I work with idiots! (um, don't we all? and that can will magically make the world smarter? Really?)
I broke my leg (sorry about the leg, um, and the can has bone healing medicinal properties?)
I have so much extra cash I don't know what else to do with it (um, please call me I can help you out)
Chicks dig it! (no, not really and can we talk about that mullet while we're on the subject?)
What's it to you, I'm only hurting myself (not while we're on a quasi socialized medical system but that's another class)
The tobacco companies are counting on me (just copenhagen alone is over a BILLION dollars a year)
Statistics are in my favor that I won't get cancer/diabetes/stomach ulcers/extremity circulatory damage/etc. (statistics are meaningless to the ones that do, and their families)
I do it in secret, she doesn't know (and lying to your spouse has always been a good foundation for a marriage/relationship?)
The fact is, there are as many excuses as there are cans of tobacco. I'm sure you can add to the list ad nauseum.
Winners have results. Losers have excuses. Your choice. Your life.
Choose life.

[Athan]

2/23/18
IQWYT is commonly included when folks post. It means "I quit with you today"

I have never seen anyone post IQAOMOTAIDNYB (I quit all on my own today and I don't need you basterds!)

[Athan]

2/22/18
Like a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly.

Don't be a fool my brother, choose life, choose to quit!

[Athan]

2/21/18
Ignorance and stupidity are very different things but commonly confused and used interchangeably in todays lexicon.
One who is ignorant is merely lacking knowledge. You were ignorant of KTC; you now have knowledge of it and its availability to help you quit.
Stupid is where a person acquires knowledge but is not capable of applying it.
Well, You're here. You're at least reading this thread. We can reasonable assume you are aware of the hazards of continued nicotine use.
What shall we say then of your present circumstance?
Why don't you message me and we'll talk about it.

[Athan]

2/20/18
What is it about the quit that you find so elusive?
You’ve tried many times before; are you permitting fears and doubts built on past failures to dictate your future? Are you so crippled that you are no longer a man, capable of making conscious choices about your health and your life?

Or is it that you find the can so beguiling? The nausea of that first pinch has long since past and along with it the rush of the second pinch that you took so many years ago. Still you persist in chasing them. Why? To what end?

Do you hide cans? Do you grab a dip in secret? Do you make plans simply to avoid running out? Have you ever spurned an amorous advance from your spouse because you just put a fatty in and wanted to savor it? Do you have a nagging fear of cancer but have rationalized that the odds are in your favor; you’ll quit before that happens? Will you? Do these behaviors disgust you?

I hope I’ve struck a nerve. Because there are a couple of hundred MEN behind these doors who have embraced the suck of withdrawal victoriously and are waiting to stand strong with you should you commit to join their ranks. Husbands, fathers, brothers, and sons who loved their families more than nicotine are waiting to show you the way.

You only live once and time is not on your side.

[Athan]

2/19/18
She lies to you, ya know. Just put another dip in and it'll all be fine. But the truth is, she is insatiable. You can NEVER fill that hole, no matter how much minced weed you pack into your face you'll always crave one more.

Unless you kill it. It has to be starved to death, not appeased. Only in it's death is there victory.

I used cinnamon sticks for the first couple of weeks to overcome the oral fixation. I rolled into work this morning and man, I forgot to replace my stack of sticks. But that's OK. I don't have to have them.
But you, you know where that can is right now. Not only that but you know how much is left in it. Prolly got a spare out in the truck or the drawer of your desk.

Not me. I'm free. 50 days free today.

Funny thing is, it could be you celebrating 50 days. Ain't nothing like freedom!

[Athan]

2/18/18
What day is today?
Is today the day you put it down?
Is today the day you feel obligated, nay compelled, to break the chains of your subservience and stand defiantly against it?
Is today your independence day?

I hope so, so does your family and those that truly love you.

[Athan]

2/17/18
I'm working the concession stand at the high school basketball playoff. Cranking out french fries like a jedi master with a buddy. He happens to be an x-ray tech. I'm tellin' him about KTC and what it did (does) for me.

He starts telling me about a guy that he shot images for who was getting his face carved up because the nic bitch loved him so.

So I says to him I says, "how long ago was this?" "oh about six months ago" he replies. and he's still chew'n (my buddy, not the dude what got his face carved up)

So I'm looking at him incredulously, like, really, are you serious? You haven't quit yet? Walk out back with me and that 2x4?

And then he starts going on about the respiratory therapists who smoke!, you won't believe the shit they deal with, cleaning out trach tubes and whatnot.

So here's live testimony of the incredible power of the nic bitch and the horror and carnage it inflicts and you're still on the fence about whether or not you want to quit? Or maybe you're contemplating the John Wayne I'll do this on my own...

Well, when your testicles drop and you're ready, you just come on in and we'll do it together; together we are so much stronger than the bitch.

I'm waiting....

[Athan]

2/16/18
Say, Didja hear the one about the guy who put his quit off until it was too late?

He died of esophageal cancer. But not before he put his family through hell, depleted his finances on medical bills, and left them destitute.

Yeah, it's a real knee slapper.

[Athan]

2/15/18
(from the wikipedia) "U.S. Smokeless Tobacco Company (formerly United States Tobacco Company) manufactures smokeless tobacco products,...
Copenhagen and Skoal are the company's leading brands, and each represents more than $1 billion per year in retail sales."

Well they've gotten their last dollar from me.

How bout you?

[Athan]

2/14/18
Statistically speaking, the odds are in your favor when playing Russian roulette (statistical analyses assumes a revolver is used)
Statistics don't count for squat if it's you that craps out, gets cancer and screws your whole famdamly.
Yeah, that's right, you're shooting more than just yourself; everyone in your circle of influence is adversely affected.
It's not just cancer either, there are a whole host of other negative health effects from nicotine.

go ahead, pull the trigger.

[Athan]

2/13/18
I've thought it so many times, why oh why did I ever put that second dip in?
Can't change it now. I can change TODAY.
TODAY, I don't chew.

[Athan]

2/9/18
Some say TGIF. But Fridays are the some of the hardest for me. The routine was a case of beer on the way home and two cans (I deluded myself that I only chewed two cans a week - I would buy at least one more before the next Friday)
Then there's Tuesdays, the relief of making it through another Monday calls out for a dip.
Thursdays usually saw me grab a case of beer if I had one of those rare Fridays off as the weekend started early, or maybe I was just out of beer. And hey, while I'm there, I might as well grab a can or two to go; wouldn't want to be inefficient with gas at $2+/gallon
Wednesdays weren't too bad but nothing like a fatty to settle in after dinner at church (course I had to hide it there, gotta gut it cause you can't spit and I'm sure no one noticed the bulge in my lip)
Saturdays and Sundays were always balls out weekend chew like there's no tomorrow and I usually went through both of Friday's cans. My lip was so raw and painful the love hate relationship was renewed in full every Sunday evening as I put that last painful wad in place even though I didn't enjoy it.
So Monday found me hating the weed and usually making it several hours before I succumbed to it's sweet lies, "hey this'll make you feel better".

Of course, all of that's by the wayside now. History, water under the bridge, yesterdays news, flushed away, etc.

Now I'm quit, quit with all of you!

I read this and smile.....smile that you weren't as dumb as me.....you remember 3 tins a week......I remember 2-3 a day.....my life was all about the next tin.......next stop, what stage of recycle were the dozens of tins "hidden" around my house, my car, my fishing gear bag, my office, my garage, my basement........my hope is that while we enjoy our freedom one day at a time.....some other poor bastard is reading these thoughts and says, "I'll let KTC show me the way because I want the freedom these guys got going on"......maybe they'll reach out, hopefully they get involved.....involved to be the next total stranger whose life gets saved and helps save another life.

Cheers to you Athan , thanks for your notes, you help all by posting your thoughts!

HEY! You've reclaimed things that bounce!!  good on ya mate!

[Doofus]

2/9/18
Some say TGIF. But Fridays are the some of the hardest for me. The routine was a case of beer on the way home and two cans (I deluded myself that I only chewed two cans a week - I would buy at least one more before the next Friday)
Then there's Tuesdays, the relief of making it through another Monday calls out for a dip.
Thursdays usually saw me grab a case of beer if I had one of those rare Fridays off as the weekend started early, or maybe I was just out of beer. And hey, while I'm there, I might as well grab a can or two to go; wouldn't want to be inefficient with gas at $2+/gallon
Wednesdays weren't too bad but nothing like a fatty to settle in after dinner at church (course I had to hide it there, gotta gut it cause you can't spit and I'm sure no one noticed the bulge in my lip)
Saturdays and Sundays were always balls out weekend chew like there's no tomorrow and I usually went through both of Friday's cans. My lip was so raw and painful the love hate relationship was renewed in full every Sunday evening as I put that last painful wad in place even though I didn't enjoy it.
So Monday found me hating the weed and usually making it several hours before I succumbed to it's sweet lies, "hey this'll make you feel better".

Of course, all of that's by the wayside now. History, water under the bridge, yesterdays news, flushed away, etc.

Now I'm quit, quit with all of you!

I read this and smile.....smile that you weren't as dumb as me.....you remember 3 tins a week......I remember 2-3 a day.....my life was all about the next tin.......next stop, what stage of recycle were the dozens of tins "hidden" around my house, my car, my fishing gear bag, my office, my garage, my basement........my hope is that while we enjoy our freedom one day at a time.....some other poor bastard is reading these thoughts and says, "I'll let KTC show me the way because I want the freedom these guys got going on"......maybe they'll reach out, hopefully they get involved.....involved to be the next total stranger whose life gets saved and helps save another life.

Cheers to you Athan , thanks for your notes, you help all by posting your thoughts!