Here goes nothing!

[teamgreen]

Day 2-
Thanks for all the support guys. It really means a lot having people out there who have been through it all before. Brutal cravings last night but I held strong. My temper today has flared up at the littlest things but still holding strong. Oh and Teamgreen, Go Blazers!

A blazer fan? Nice! Over for this year, but on to the next.

Nice work, bro. The first few days are brutal, but they get better with time. Craves, temper, anything. Just keep your head down an plow through it. Stay close to the site and read, post, rant, whatever if things get tough. I'm quit with you.

[GrizzHunter11]

Day 2-
Thanks for all the support guys. It really means a lot having people out there who have been through it all before. Brutal cravings last night but I held strong. My temper today has flared up at the littlest things but still holding strong. Oh and Teamgreen, Go Blazers!

[PieRat]

Congrats on your decision! I wish I had made this decision to quit only 3-4 years after I picked up the habit. instead of 26 years down the road.

[teamgreen]

Very awesome decision, bro. I echo the sentiments below. I regret few things in life, but not quiting earlier is a major regret. I ended up dipping for 23 years and in the end I was getting zero enjoyment out of the 1-2 cans a day I was dipping. It was nothing but addiction. Don't go there.

It will be difficult, but no matter how hard it seems, quitting will never get easier, so get quit now and stay that way. Just make sure you post your promise not to dip, and stand by your word. The guys quitting with you are going through the same things you are, and they are keeping their word. Welcome aboard, and stay quit.

[markr]

It's day 1 for me and I figured that if I'm truly as serious about quitting this time as I feel I am, I'd better get some support from people who have been there before. This might sort of ramble on but I just feel the need to write everything down.

I had my first dip ever on July 7th, 2007. I had never really been a country music fan but scored some sweet tickets to see Kenny Chesney in Qwest field with some friends. As a joke a few of us dressed up like "country boys" complete with beef jerky chew in our back pockets. After an extremely successful pre-funking session in the parking lot with the group, we stumbled into the stadium and took our seats. While in this altered state of mind, one of my buddies asked if I wanted a real chew and in order to not look like a pussy (or so I thought) I took my first one along with another first timer. Long story short we ended up puking and passed out for the first 2 performers. While this chew didn't get me hooked, it will live on forever as my first experience with the shit.

I didn't touch the stuff the rest of the summer and went off to college that August. Turns out my first roommate happened to be a guy who had been chewing since about 7th grade. I was still a pretty innocent kid who hadn't really drank much and felt I could never get addicted to anything. I continuously gave my roomie shit for chewing all semester and actually finally convinced him to try quitting. He successfully cut back a ton and to my knowledge has actually quit entirely now. I finished out the year going pretty wild and noticed I was drinking a lot more often and passed it off as being more fun, but I can't remember chewing much if at all the rest of that year.

The next year (August 2008), I got with a different group of people and started chewing sparingly because that's what everyone else did. My best friend since 2nd grade transferred to my college and we were living it up. One of my biggest regrets (unknowingly at the time) was convincing him to take his first chew during a football game which ended with him worshipping the porcelain throne for the first 3 quarters. Nowadays he chews at least once a day and even though I'm sure he would have started eventually anyway, I can't help but feel like a huge douche for getting him started.

I didn't chew a ton the rest of that school year but I did do it occasionally while drunk or "bro-ing" out with the guys. Starting August 2009 everything began to change. I noticed my occasional chews turned into maybe 1 a day. Then 2. Then a whole can. I never really wanted to believe I had a problem with it but I started noticing (and denying) the signs of addiction. I would crave a chew so bad after meals or after a few hours without one and would look to bum one if I couldn't make it to the store. I knew I wanted to quit someday but hey, I'm young and in college and could quit anytime. Since EVERYONE else I know does it what's the problem right? Well eventually I started noticing that I was chewing more than the people I used to look at and think "damn, they are addicted tough to that stuff." That was sort of the first wake up call. I would then start to feel awful after every chew but even at my lowest I couldn't quit.

An all-time low happened when I discovered a hidden spitter at my girlfriends house and upon telling her she got extremely sad. Turned out her dad used to chew and everyone had thought he'd quit but apparently he was back and sneaking it past them. Since she didn't know I chewed it kind of crushed me seeing how torn up she was about it and even admitted to her that I did but swore it was only occasionally (yeah right). A month or 2 later I was with her after taking a chew and was so disgusted that I sort of broke down to her and promised I would stop right then and there. That lasted maybe a few days before I was back to doing it. I felt even worse every time and began to lie about it all the time. I even started to lie about plans in order to make time so I could get in my fix throughout the day. When I realized and accepted this recently I was pretty disappointed with myself and had started to have a reality check. I hate the stuff to death and wanted to be done with it but struggled every time. As the school year finished, I took what I promised myself to be my final dip before my last test and went home feeling pretty good. First day back I got drunk with a few friends and immediately bought a new can.

Last night I was with a really great friend (who also chews) and we both decided that enough is enough. We are determined to hold eachother in check and screw the nic bitch together. While I am doing it for me and the rest of my life, I also have a promise to my gf to keep that is long overdue. Day 1 is going well but its only about an hour old. But that's one hour without it and I'm taking it 1 second at a time. Thank god for this group and all its support and hopefully all will go well!

Great decision buddy and Welcome to the site!! Now your title Here goes nothing that attitude must change!! You must have the attitude of failure is not an option. I see you posted roll that is great do it again tomorrow. Around here we quit one day at a time nothing more. You can do this it will be hard but you must push forward.
I had dip with me for 38 years I quit April 1st 2009.

Hang tough the first week is really hard just don't give in and it will get better.

[jbeee]

Way to go man...hang in there.

[skeeter]

GH11,

You just made the best decision of your life - I mean it. Better you do it now, than 20+ years down the road like me. Your story is almost the same as mine, college is when it started. Then I thought I'd quit when I got married, when I had kid (each one of 3), then for some other reason. It never happened, and was rampant for years.

Since we started about the same time, we should be experiencing about the same things at the same time as we quit. Feel free to message me, let me know how its going, but what ever you do, pledge as me, that you will not go back, and will be nic free. Make it until tomorrow, then pledge again. We can do it!!!

[GrizzHunter11]

It's day 1 for me and I figured that if I'm truly as serious about quitting this time as I feel I am, I'd better get some support from people who have been there before. This might sort of ramble on but I just feel the need to write everything down.

I had my first dip ever on July 7th, 2007. I had never really been a country music fan but scored some sweet tickets to see Kenny Chesney in Qwest field with some friends. As a joke a few of us dressed up like "country boys" complete with beef jerky chew in our back pockets. After an extremely successful pre-funking session in the parking lot with the group, we stumbled into the stadium and took our seats. While in this altered state of mind, one of my buddies asked if I wanted a real chew and in order to not look like a pussy (or so I thought) I took my first one along with another first timer. Long story short we ended up puking and passed out for the first 2 performers. While this chew didn't get me hooked, it will live on forever as my first experience with the shit.

I didn't touch the stuff the rest of the summer and went off to college that August. Turns out my first roommate happened to be a guy who had been chewing since about 7th grade. I was still a pretty innocent kid who hadn't really drank much and felt I could never get addicted to anything. I continuously gave my roomie shit for chewing all semester and actually finally convinced him to try quitting. He successfully cut back a ton and to my knowledge has actually quit entirely now. I finished out the year going pretty wild and noticed I was drinking a lot more often and passed it off as being more fun, but I can't remember chewing much if at all the rest of that year.

The next year (August 2008), I got with a different group of people and started chewing sparingly because that's what everyone else did. My best friend since 2nd grade transferred to my college and we were living it up. One of my biggest regrets (unknowingly at the time) was convincing him to take his first chew during a football game which ended with him worshipping the porcelain throne for the first 3 quarters. Nowadays he chews at least once a day and even though I'm sure he would have started eventually anyway, I can't help but feel like a huge douche for getting him started.

I didn't chew a ton the rest of that school year but I did do it occasionally while drunk or "bro-ing" out with the guys. Starting August 2009 everything began to change. I noticed my occasional chews turned into maybe 1 a day. Then 2. Then a whole can. I never really wanted to believe I had a problem with it but I started noticing (and denying) the signs of addiction. I would crave a chew so bad after meals or after a few hours without one and would look to bum one if I couldn't make it to the store. I knew I wanted to quit someday but hey, I'm young and in college and could quit anytime. Since EVERYONE else I know does it what's the problem right? Well eventually I started noticing that I was chewing more than the people I used to look at and think "damn, they are addicted tough to that stuff." That was sort of the first wake up call. I would then start to feel awful after every chew but even at my lowest I couldn't quit.

An all-time low happened when I discovered a hidden spitter at my girlfriends house and upon telling her she got extremely sad. Turned out her dad used to chew and everyone had thought he'd quit but apparently he was back and sneaking it past them. Since she didn't know I chewed it kind of crushed me seeing how torn up she was about it and even admitted to her that I did but swore it was only occasionally (yeah right). A month or 2 later I was with her after taking a chew and was so disgusted that I sort of broke down to her and promised I would stop right then and there. That lasted maybe a few days before I was back to doing it. I felt even worse every time and began to lie about it all the time. I even started to lie about plans in order to make time so I could get in my fix throughout the day. When I realized and accepted this recently I was pretty disappointed with myself and had started to have a reality check. I hate the stuff to death and wanted to be done with it but struggled every time. As the school year finished, I took what I promised myself to be my final dip before my last test and went home feeling pretty good. First day back I got drunk with a few friends and immediately bought a new can.

Last night I was with a really great friend (who also chews) and we both decided that enough is enough. We are determined to hold eachother in check and screw the nic bitch together. While I am doing it for me and the rest of my life, I also have a promise to my gf to keep that is long overdue. Day 1 is going well but its only about an hour old. But that's one hour without it and I'm taking it 1 second at a time. Thank god for this group and all its support and hopefully all will go well!