9-11 marks 5 Years of Freedom for me

[Erussell]

!!!!!FUCKING OUSTANDING!!!!!!!! Thank you for a paved road.

[jake frawley]

Thank you for giving me hope on a day that had so much negativity! Great job

[05wrxing]

Absolutly thrilled to be quit with you today!!!

[LionHeartedGirl]

I'm glad I chose to quit so that I could read these words. You are awesome!

[kkljinc]

Plus one you quit stud! I'm with you today.

[Bean]

Today is Day 1,000. I popped off in my quit group...does this comma make my quit look big? (Wish I had come up with that...but I copied it from some other badass quitter that came before me). But everyone reading this deserves something better than a plagiarized wise-ass comment. So here goes...

I was a lying miserable shit of a husband, a father and person. I was a professional excuse-maker. I was going to end up disfigured (at best) or dead. i knew it. i was going to subject those who love me the most to years of torture and pain (see the Tom and Jenny Kern Story). but i was powerless. I had stopped many times before, but i couldn't stay quit. I always caved. Then, I found this site...and the folks on here...YOU, READING THIS NOW...have made all the difference.

You badasses have made "the comma" possible. Whether i was posting roll, encouraging newbies or getting straightened out by vets, YOU have made it possible for me to make myself a better person. What did it cost me? Nothing but my word. They just asked that I post roll and read all I could (exactly what I request of any newbie...nothing more or less).

I know that i couldn't have done this alone. I am able to control my stupid fucking addiction because of you and the One Day at a Time mentality. So, thanks...from the bottom of my heart. I truly love each and every goddam one of YOU for what you've enabled me to accomplish. Your quit brother, The Bean.

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to make my way to two commas. (Never been good at math).

[30isEnuff]

Awfully Good stuff Mr. Bean....Thank you for being there for ME with your words of encouragement. You have a powerful QUIT and a POWERFUL way with words.
Cheers! I quit with YOU today sir. 'bang head'

[bis-cut]

2 years ago, I came in from mowing the lawn. My son (then 3) sat in my lap. We watched some "9-11 Survivors" news show. I watched a little boy who lost his father when Tower 1 came down. He was 3 at the time. I listened as he told how difficult life had been (baseball, school, girls) without a father. Other dads tried to fill in for that little guy, but nobody could replace his dad. He went on and on. His mother spoke of "good days and bad," difficult times and trying to find the positives in all of this misery.

That man did nothing wrong. He just went to work...and never came home. It devastated his family. And here I was, sitting there on my fucking couch with a fucking dip in my lip. Like a total selfish fuck-head, I was going to sentence my own family and kids to a life of misery. Why? Because it was just soooo hard to quit. Ooh, I might get a headache. Or, I really enjoyed dipping when I drove...FUCK THAT!!! I wanted to live. I wanted to be the one who hugged my wife and taught my son to throw a baseball. I wanted to cook-out with them. I wanted to hunt  fish with my son. And so, that was it...I quit, cold turkey, right then and there.

I spit out my dip, dumped my can, and cursed it. 20+ years of dipping ended right then and there. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I knew that I sure as shit wasn't going to kill myself and torture my family.

Then 9 sleepless, constipated, headache-filled, grouchy days later, I found this site early one morning. I read and read. These people got it. They knew more about my addiction than I did. These mother-fuckers knew what quitting was all about. Tom Kern was me. "What to Expect" was exactly right. Link after link, this shit was for real and hit the mark. These fuckers knew what quitting was all about...and they were doing it. Whether Day 1 or Day 1000, they were on here living nic free.

So, I posted roll, read all I could, I came back and did it all again. Somebody (Chewie or Greg5280) taught me the "one day at a time" mentality. That finally allowed me not to lose focus or become overwhelmed at the thought of "quitting forever." Because I learned I didn't have to...I was just quitting with these folks one day at a time. I knew I could give my word. I knew that I could keep my word if it was just for one day. And I knew I could wake up and do it all again. Holy shit...I was learning to live nic free.

But the key wasn't what I did. The key was YOU...a bunch of total strangers took a few minutes to encourage me, help and hold me accountable. And that alone has made all the difference in the world to me and my family. I want to say THANK YOU to each one of you who is beating nicotine one day at a time with me. I'm dead serious and humbled when I say that I couldn't have done this without each and every last one of you bad-ass, mother fucking, quitters!!!

Great post thanks for sharing and keeping it real

[eric71]

2 years ago, I came in from mowing the lawn.  My son (then 3) sat in my lap.  We watched some "9-11 Survivors" news show.  I watched a little boy who lost his father when Tower 1 came down.  He was 3 at the time.  I listened as he told how difficult life had been (baseball, school, girls) without a father.  Other dads tried to fill in for that little guy, but nobody could replace his dad.  He went on and on.  His mother spoke of "good days and bad," difficult times and trying to find the positives in all of this misery. 

That man did nothing wrong.  He just went to work...and never came home.  It devastated his family.  And here I was, sitting there on my fucking couch with a fucking dip in my lip.  Like a total selfish fuck-head, I was going to sentence my own family and kids to a life of misery.  Why? Because it was just soooo hard to quit.  Ooh, I might get a headache.  Or, I really enjoyed dipping when I drove...FUCK THAT!!!  I wanted to live.  I wanted to be the one who hugged my wife and taught my son to throw a baseball.  I wanted to cook-out with them.  I wanted to hunt  fish with my son.  And so, that was it...I quit, cold turkey, right then and there.         

I spit out my dip, dumped my can, and cursed it.  20+ years of dipping ended right then and there.  I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I knew that I sure as shit wasn't going to kill myself and torture my family. 

Then 9 sleepless, constipated, headache-filled, grouchy days later, I found this site early one morning.  I read and read.  These people got it.  They knew more about my addiction than I did.  These mother-fuckers knew what quitting was all about.  Tom Kern was me.  "What to Expect" was exactly right.  Link after link, this shit was for real and hit the mark.  These fuckers knew what quitting was all about...and they were doing it.  Whether Day 1 or Day 1000, they were on here living nic free. 

So, I posted roll, read all I could, I came back and did it all again.  Somebody (Chewie or Greg5280) taught me the "one day at a time" mentality.  That finally allowed me not to lose focus or become overwhelmed at the thought of "quitting forever."  Because I learned I didn't have to...I was just quitting with these folks one day at a time.  I knew I could give my word.  I knew that I could keep my word if it was just for one day.  And I knew I could wake up and do it all again.  Holy shit...I was learning to live nic free.       

But the key wasn't what I did.  The key was YOU...a bunch of total strangers took a few minutes to encourage me, help and hold me accountable.  And that alone has made all the difference in the world to me and my family.  I want to say THANK YOU to each one of you who is beating nicotine one day at a time with me.  I'm dead serious and humbled when I say that I couldn't have done this without each and every last one of you bad-ass, mother fucking, quitters!!!

And thank you Bean you paid forward that same help and support you received to those of us that came after you. That is one of the things that makes this work the Brotherhood!

ditto, just pay it forward like we do.

[Wt57]

2 years ago, I came in from mowing the lawn. My son (then 3) sat in my lap. We watched some "9-11 Survivors" news show. I watched a little boy who lost his father when Tower 1 came down. He was 3 at the time. I listened as he told how difficult life had been (baseball, school, girls) without a father. Other dads tried to fill in for that little guy, but nobody could replace his dad. He went on and on. His mother spoke of "good days and bad," difficult times and trying to find the positives in all of this misery.

That man did nothing wrong. He just went to work...and never came home. It devastated his family. And here I was, sitting there on my fucking couch with a fucking dip in my lip. Like a total selfish fuck-head, I was going to sentence my own family and kids to a life of misery. Why? Because it was just soooo hard to quit. Ooh, I might get a headache. Or, I really enjoyed dipping when I drove...FUCK THAT!!! I wanted to live. I wanted to be the one who hugged my wife and taught my son to throw a baseball. I wanted to cook-out with them. I wanted to hunt  fish with my son. And so, that was it...I quit, cold turkey, right then and there.

I spit out my dip, dumped my can, and cursed it. 20+ years of dipping ended right then and there. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I knew that I sure as shit wasn't going to kill myself and torture my family.

Then 9 sleepless, constipated, headache-filled, grouchy days later, I found this site early one morning. I read and read. These people got it. They knew more about my addiction than I did. These mother-fuckers knew what quitting was all about. Tom Kern was me. "What to Expect" was exactly right. Link after link, this shit was for real and hit the mark. These fuckers knew what quitting was all about...and they were doing it. Whether Day 1 or Day 1000, they were on here living nic free.

So, I posted roll, read all I could, I came back and did it all again. Somebody (Chewie or Greg5280) taught me the "one day at a time" mentality. That finally allowed me not to lose focus or become overwhelmed at the thought of "quitting forever." Because I learned I didn't have to...I was just quitting with these folks one day at a time. I knew I could give my word. I knew that I could keep my word if it was just for one day. And I knew I could wake up and do it all again. Holy shit...I was learning to live nic free.

But the key wasn't what I did. The key was YOU...a bunch of total strangers took a few minutes to encourage me, help and hold me accountable. And that alone has made all the difference in the world to me and my family. I want to say THANK YOU to each one of you who is beating nicotine one day at a time with me. I'm dead serious and humbled when I say that I couldn't have done this without each and every last one of you bad-ass, mother fucking, quitters!!!

And thank you Bean you paid forward that same help and support you received to those of us that came after you. That is one of the things that makes this work the Brotherhood!

[Bean]

2 years ago, I came in from mowing the lawn. My son (then 3) sat in my lap. We watched some "9-11 Survivors" news show. I watched a little boy who lost his father when Tower 1 came down. He was 3 at the time. I listened as he told how difficult life had been (baseball, school, girls) without a father. Other dads tried to fill in for that little guy, but nobody could replace his dad. He went on and on. His mother spoke of "good days and bad," difficult times and trying to find the positives in all of this misery.

That man did nothing wrong. He just went to work...and never came home. It devastated his family. And here I was, sitting there on my fucking couch with a fucking dip in my lip. Like a total selfish fuck-head, I was going to sentence my own family and kids to a life of misery. Why? Because it was just soooo hard to quit. Ooh, I might get a headache. Or, I really enjoyed dipping when I drove...FUCK THAT!!! I wanted to live. I wanted to be the one who hugged my wife and taught my son to throw a baseball. I wanted to cook-out with them. I wanted to hunt  fish with my son. And so, that was it...I quit, cold turkey, right then and there.

I spit out my dip, dumped my can, and cursed it. 20+ years of dipping ended right then and there. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I knew that I sure as shit wasn't going to kill myself and torture my family.

Then 9 sleepless, constipated, headache-filled, grouchy days later, I found this site early one morning. I read and read. These people got it. They knew more about my addiction than I did. These mother-fuckers knew what quitting was all about. Tom Kern was me. "What to Expect" was exactly right. Link after link, this shit was for real and hit the mark. These fuckers knew what quitting was all about...and they were doing it. Whether Day 1 or Day 1000, they were on here living nic free.

So, I posted roll, read all I could, I came back and did it all again. Somebody (Chewie or Greg5280) taught me the "one day at a time" mentality. That finally allowed me not to lose focus or become overwhelmed at the thought of "quitting forever." Because I learned I didn't have to...I was just quitting with these folks one day at a time. I knew I could give my word. I knew that I could keep my word if it was just for one day. And I knew I could wake up and do it all again. Holy shit...I was learning to live nic free.

But the key wasn't what I did. The key was YOU...a bunch of total strangers took a few minutes to encourage me, help and hold me accountable. And that alone has made all the difference in the world to me and my family. I want to say THANK YOU to each one of you who is beating nicotine one day at a time with me. I'm dead serious and humbled when I say that I couldn't have done this without each and every last one of you bad-ass, mother fucking, quitters!!!

[Diesel2112]

Day 718 and I woke with a vague feeling of total defeat.  Then I realized it was all a bad dream.  WTF?!!!  Almost 2 years later and that nasty bitch is still lurking around.

I suspect it was triggered by Dove season...getting my stuff ready for September 1.  Or maybe it was college football?  Those were two of my toughest times.  Whatever it was, it underscored one thing...NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN.  That bitch is still lurking out there.

That's crazy...i know I'm only on day 31, but after almost every meal, especially big ones, just for a split second I think about that big ass dip I'm about to get. Then back to reality, I've probably dreamt about it 5-6 times. Yeah that whore tries to spread her legs for me all the time..but I'm rock solid son (no pun intended especially since I'm making a sexual reference to dipping). Strong like an oak (ooops) like a rock (uh), cock strong (nevermind).

Bean..you get what I was saying.

yeah ive been doing a lot of bow shoots getting ready for deer season and its truly hard no to dip when im out in the woods shooting my bow and setting up everything else that goes along with hunting and im only of day 8

Be even harder to do with cancer and no fucking jaw

Now, THAT'S a great point Eric!

[eric71]

Day 718 and I woke with a vague feeling of total defeat.  Then I realized it was all a bad dream.  WTF?!!!  Almost 2 years later and that nasty bitch is still lurking around.

I suspect it was triggered by Dove season...getting my stuff ready for September 1.  Or maybe it was college football?  Those were two of my toughest times.  Whatever it was, it underscored one thing...NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN.  That bitch is still lurking out there.

That's crazy...i know I'm only on day 31, but after almost every meal, especially big ones, just for a split second I think about that big ass dip I'm about to get. Then back to reality, I've probably dreamt about it 5-6 times. Yeah that whore tries to spread her legs for me all the time..but I'm rock solid son (no pun intended especially since I'm making a sexual reference to dipping). Strong like an oak (ooops) like a rock (uh), cock strong (nevermind).

Bean..you get what I was saying.

yeah ive been doing a lot of bow shoots getting ready for deer season and its truly hard no to dip when im out in the woods shooting my bow and setting up everything else that goes along with hunting and im only of day 8

Be even harder to do with cancer and no fucking jaw

[Topper Harley]

Day 718 and I woke with a vague feeling of total defeat.  Then I realized it was all a bad dream.  WTF?!!!  Almost 2 years later and that nasty bitch is still lurking around.

I suspect it was triggered by Dove season...getting my stuff ready for September 1.  Or maybe it was college football?  Those were two of my toughest times.  Whatever it was, it underscored one thing...NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN.  That bitch is still lurking out there.

That's crazy...i know I'm only on day 31, but after almost every meal, especially big ones, just for a split second I think about that big ass dip I'm about to get. Then back to reality, I've probably dreamt about it 5-6 times. Yeah that whore tries to spread her legs for me all the time..but I'm rock solid son (no pun intended especially since I'm making a sexual reference to dipping). Strong like an oak (ooops) like a rock (uh), cock strong (nevermind).

Bean..you get what I was saying.

yeah ive been doing a lot of bow shoots getting ready for deer season and its truly hard no to dip when im out in the woods shooting my bow and setting up everything else that goes along with hunting and im only of day 8

[Bigdave]

Day 718 and I woke with a vague feeling of total defeat. Then I realized it was all a bad dream. WTF?!!! Almost 2 years later and that nasty bitch is still lurking around.

I suspect it was triggered by Dove season...getting my stuff ready for September 1. Or maybe it was college football? Those were two of my toughest times. Whatever it was, it underscored one thing...NEVER LET YOUR GUARD DOWN. That bitch is still lurking out there.

That's crazy...i know I'm only on day 31, but after almost every meal, especially big ones, just for a split second I think about that big ass dip I'm about to get. Then back to reality, I've probably dreamt about it 5-6 times. Yeah that whore tries to spread her legs for me all the time..but I'm rock solid son (no pun intended especially since I'm making a sexual reference to dipping). Strong like an oak (ooops) like a rock (uh), cock strong (nevermind).

Bean..you get what I was saying.