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Quote from: senseiDay 2268Each day builds on the one before.Difficult becomes easy until easy becomes normal...Keep your promise^^^ This is some serious truth.Pay attention!
Day 2268Each day builds on the one before.Difficult becomes easy until easy becomes normal...Keep your promise
Quote from: sensei2000 Never again, everCongrats on 2K days of walking through life as a badass!
2000 Never again, ever
Quote from: gmannQuote from: Scowick65Quote from: sensei 1800 Make a promise, post roll, keep my word........ repeat daily1,800 units of quit. It seems to be working. Follow the lead.Congrats, sir. Well Done!!!
Quote from: Scowick65Quote from: sensei 1800 Make a promise, post roll, keep my word........ repeat daily1,800 units of quit. It seems to be working. Follow the lead.Congrats, sir.
Quote from: sensei 1800 Make a promise, post roll, keep my word........ repeat daily1,800 units of quit. It seems to be working. Follow the lead.
1800 Make a promise, post roll, keep my word........ repeat daily
Quote from: grizzlyhasclawsQuote from: senseiDay 1766I was stopped at a traffic light yesterday and the guy in front of me opened his driver door, leaned out and spit a mouthful of brown slimy dip juice onto the street, then reached in his vestibule and swiped out the poisonous plant leaf and proceeded to throw it on the ground before slamming his door shut. As I watched this happen I realized that was me a few short years ago. Addicted to the same poison, doing the same mantra at each traffic light, disappointed in myself for ever starting this shit and not having the strength to stop using it. I mean, that was the worst part of dipping, the feeling of slavery to it. I couldn't go anywhere with out a can or I would freak out, like the world was going to explode if I didn't get my fix. When I saw this guy leaning out his car door yesterday, I had this flood of emotion return and I remembered vividly what the helplessness of tobacco addiction felt like. I also remembered how fucking hard it was to quit in the beginning, easily the hardest thing I have EVER done. However, with posting daily roll and participating in a strong support structure, I am still here every day. Life is better without dip, I guarantee it.Beautiful stuff. That is so remarkably beautiful, deep and profound yet so damned disgusting.
Quote from: senseiDay 1766I was stopped at a traffic light yesterday and the guy in front of me opened his driver door, leaned out and spit a mouthful of brown slimy dip juice onto the street, then reached in his vestibule and swiped out the poisonous plant leaf and proceeded to throw it on the ground before slamming his door shut. As I watched this happen I realized that was me a few short years ago. Addicted to the same poison, doing the same mantra at each traffic light, disappointed in myself for ever starting this shit and not having the strength to stop using it. I mean, that was the worst part of dipping, the feeling of slavery to it. I couldn't go anywhere with out a can or I would freak out, like the world was going to explode if I didn't get my fix. When I saw this guy leaning out his car door yesterday, I had this flood of emotion return and I remembered vividly what the helplessness of tobacco addiction felt like. I also remembered how fucking hard it was to quit in the beginning, easily the hardest thing I have EVER done. However, with posting daily roll and participating in a strong support structure, I am still here every day. Life is better without dip, I guarantee it.Beautiful stuff.
Day 1766I was stopped at a traffic light yesterday and the guy in front of me opened his driver door, leaned out and spit a mouthful of brown slimy dip juice onto the street, then reached in his vestibule and swiped out the poisonous plant leaf and proceeded to throw it on the ground before slamming his door shut. As I watched this happen I realized that was me a few short years ago. Addicted to the same poison, doing the same mantra at each traffic light, disappointed in myself for ever starting this shit and not having the strength to stop using it. I mean, that was the worst part of dipping, the feeling of slavery to it. I couldn't go anywhere with out a can or I would freak out, like the world was going to explode if I didn't get my fix. When I saw this guy leaning out his car door yesterday, I had this flood of emotion return and I remembered vividly what the helplessness of tobacco addiction felt like. I also remembered how fucking hard it was to quit in the beginning, easily the hardest thing I have EVER done. However, with posting daily roll and participating in a strong support structure, I am still here every day. Life is better without dip, I guarantee it.