i actually kept a tin in my medicine cabinet for the first 2 weeks of my quit.
an empty, washed out tin of blue grizz.
i wanted that tangible reminder of my old slave-driver. i needed to say "fuck you" to something real. it was an important part of my early quit... it helped channel my rage.
when i threw it out, it was less important to me than the toenail clippings i threw on top of it.
welcome to the quit, big haas. stay close to this site. it's saved many a man from the darkness of temptation. i know it has saved me. read everything you find here. personally, i read one HOF speech (minimum, sometimes i can't help but read 2-3) a day during lunch.
make sure you're posting roll every day. EVERY DAY. don't take a day off, don't forget, don't skip it cuz it's inconvenient. you would have run through walls if you ran out of dip, so you need to run through walls to post roll. no matter what. posting roll is your promise not to use nic in any form for that day. as such, you need to make that promise as early as you fucking can. it's not a status report that you post after you successfully made it... is your WORD that you'll sack up and show the nic bitch who's boss for the day.
get phone numbers from fellow october quitters and from vets. if you can't get online, text your roll to someone else to post for you. if you're getting a bad crave, call someone. this place is an awesome quit tool, but you've got to have the balls to use it. give your number away too. it makes you accountable, so if you miss roll, people will be able to find you.
post on the site. it's not 100%, but generally the more posts you see someone have, the stronger the quit. the more you post, the more you put yourself out there, the more accountable you are. you will not want to let people down. as stupid as that sounds (to others, not to me), my august quitheads have kept me honest and true without knowing it. the thought of letting them down kills me. i know because i almost cried a week ago when i had my first dip/cave dream. even when i figured it out, i felt like shit for the rest of the day.... a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that i'd fucked up.
so there you go. it's on you now. grab those peas you call balls, post roll every day, and what those gonads grow into bad ass motherfucking two ton testes.
i'm here if you need me. your phone number gets mine. how accountable do you want to make yourself?