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BigRedDude44- day 34 - smokey and the bandit trans am
Day 34This is my last post from my failed quit with the May 2013 quit group. I've been looking forward to as well as dreading this day since I came back, took my licks, answered the 3 questions, and started over.
I've been looking forward to it because this day represents a huge milestone in my journey with snuff because 34 days is the all time record of days that I've ever gone without a dip. I've been looking forward to not having to admit that one time it the past i made it to more days than I currently have. And I've really been looking forward to Kicking this day in the butt and blowing through it to day 35.
On the other hand, I have been dreading this day because I knew that I would, and should, spend today reflecting on what an idiot I was that day. I honestly don't think I was planning to cave when I posted roll that day but I know it was in the back of my mind that I would be in a dangerous situation that night that I needed to prepare for, which of course I didn't.
I was flying to Baton Rouge, LA a day early for a gig and would have ample time on my hands with nothing to do. I should have called somebody, bought some fake, done something, but I didn't do a Daddgumm thing and around 10:30 pm I left my hotel room and bought a can. I was convinced that that first dip would be the best dip of my life because my lip was all healed up, the nicotine was completely out of my system and I just knew I'd get a buzz. So without thinking for one second about crapping all over my quit brothers here I opened the can crammed that crap in my mouth and to my dismay it wasn't really that good. No buzz, no burst of flavor, nothing. The only good thing about it was that it didn't hurt like hell but that only lasted for the first half of a can. I remember telling myself, "Don't worry. Just keep dipping. It'll get better." So I did and 400 plus cans and a year and half later it did nothing but get worse every single time. Talk about drinking the nicotine kool-aid! I can't believe I was that stupid! "Just keep dipping, it'll get better." Really?
So here I am, again, on day 34. The difference this time is that this is the last time I will ever be on day 34. There are many reasons why this is the last day 34 for me, most of which I covered in my "That day 12 - This day 12 post" but the biggest difference this time is the bonds and relationships I've built with my quit brothers (and sister). These are not just simply my accountability partners, they are becoming my friends. And I couldn't live with myself if I let them down and I refuse to do anything to hurt them or weaken their quit.
With their help, today I have tied my most days ever without a dip. Tomorrow I will surpass it.
Again, last time i was playing quit. This time I am quit!