Almost three weeks ago, I decided that the half empty can of chew I had in my back pocket was going to be my last. I did not stop and pick up a can (or as usual, two) on the way home from work, knowing that I would run out about bed time that night.
I came home, sat down and told my wife that I was going to quit when the can in my hand was empty. I got up the next day and headed for work determined to get through the first day. I did. Then the next, and today was day 19.
Today has been one of the toughest days yet. I almost caved, but forced myself to drive straight home after work and just get through it.
I told my wife that I was having a tough day, and that I wasn't so sure that it was worth putting myself through the torture any more. I have been depressed, I just want to sleep all the time, and I have not been very productive at my job the last couple of days.
Robin (my wife) did a little online research and told me about this site she found, and that I might want to check it out. So I did, and here I am. I made it through another day and I am determined to beat this thing!