Ya'll help me out with something. I'm one of those people that analyzes the hell out of thoughts, ideas, basically stuff that I have not considered before. That's my disclosure in this question, because it might seem like nothing, but this has been bugging the shit out of me. It started early last week when it was obviously going to be a shitty week between work, grad school, and realizing each night that there are simply not enough hours in the day. So here goes the thought that has been basically raping my mind:
"I am making a huge sacrifice by quitting."
That's it. That's the thought. Every day it's that or an inbred cousin of that thought. It might be something like, "Is this sacrifice worth it," but I am stuck with the word "sacrifice." I'm better than a month in and I'm 100% in committing to my quit, but that thought feels really, really wrong and selfish. And yet I can't shake it.Â
But I'm smart enough to know where to come for advice. Somebody please tell me how wrong that thought process is so sacrifice can stop gang-raping my noggin. Thanks!!
Sacrafice? What exactly are you giving up? You're still in love with the nic bitch ain't ya? You only consider quitting something you find pleasurable a true sacrafice.
Fact of the matter is you have absolutely nothing to lose when you quit nic, but everything to gain. Once you stop glamorousing the crap you wont look at it as a sacrafice.
I too looked fondly on my chewing days when i first quit. It felt like i lost an old friend. But like a hack golfer who shoots 120 I really was only remembering the 2 or 3 good shots I had and forgetting the other 118 shitty ones.
Truth is as I look back on it now, most of the time I'd put a chew in for no reason other than my addict brain told me to and a lot of times it tasted like shit. My gums were always sore, my tongue was jacked up and lacked feeling. I was always picking specks out of my teeth. I never wore white. I would often over eat at 100mph just so I could get that after meal dip in. I wasn't getting any buzz from it anymore either. Hell I remember on more than one occasion chasing that buzz by stuffing my lip so full of that crap that I literally got sick to my stomach with nic overload and threw up. Why? I have no idea now looking back on it. I was aaddicted to it, I THOUGHT I needed it, but I didn't and never did. Not like I was living some stress free life while I was dipping. More like I was a lazy fucking liar who THOUGHT dip made life easier. It didn't.
I can honestly say that after 261 days I do not miss it. The few good shots in my round of 120 might be when I play poker or video games, but even now when I really think about it I don't need that crap to enjoy those 2 things and never did. Two things by the way, that are as minor as FUCK in my life. I have a wife and a 7 and 9 year old. Poker and video games really doesn't register too high on my give a shit meter when I really think about it.
I can also honestly say that after a month quit...I did not feel this way. I still did miss it...or so I thought. Racking up the +1's and help from this site will correct that.
I believe you would be making a huge sacrafice by continuing to chew.
A sacrafice to your health, your relationships, your money, your freedom, and ultimately your life. Lets not forget this shit will kill you. I think too many times we lose sight of that fact. You're a young man with you're entire future ahead of you. Are you willing to sacrafice all that for a lip full of chew????
So to answer your question...FUCK NO YOU'RE NOT