119 days today. 17 weeks.
It was 17 weeks ago today (12/31/2009) that I took my last dip of copenhagen. My planned quit date was actually 1/1/2010, so I could have been dipping up until 11:59pm that day if I wanted to. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was in the bathroom finishing up getting ready to go out to dinner. My oldest (10 year old) was up there with me. It was 4:05 pm. I told my son I was done with chew and he watched me flush the rest of my can down the toilet. We then went around the house and threw away spitters. And that was that. At this point, the war began. Losing is not an option.
The one thing I was not prepared for when I started my quit was the duration of this battle. I was not prepared for what hit me at roughly the 3 month mark. Thank God I was able to recognize it and get help as opposed to buying a tin and losing the battle. I'm now eyes wide open and realize this battle will last a long time. I'm ready.
At the end of the day, this is the best thing I have ever done for myself/family. I will never use nicotine again. Ever. No cigars, no cigs (never did these anyway), no chew...nothing. I'm done with that shit.
I know there are still bad days coming my way, but I'm feeling pretty good today. Is it he meds? I don't know. Don't really care either. The only thing that matters at this point is I'm health, have a great family, and I'm nicotine free.
Peace.