It's been a long road to get to this point. Seems like for most of my adult life it was either smoking (18 - 26) or chewing (30 - 36) or some combination of the two. I thought I would quit 4 years ago when my first kid was born. Then I thought I would quit 2 years ago when my second kid was born. I've always hidden the fact, and haven't actually been discovered, but I'm so sick of it. Long "upstairs" breaks from the fam, the nonsensical errand on the weekend so I can swing by a gas station and take 20 minutes longer than I was supposed to, the closed office door at work with a coffee cup and lid so others don't know. This isn't the person I want to be. I'm over it. This is going to be hard, and since nobody in my real life knows, I can't talk about to family or friends. So I need a support group. I'm hoping this is it. Today I commit to quit, and tomorrow I'll do the same, but for now I'm focusing on today.