Day 102 – Reflecting
I woke up this morning and I realized that I had a dip dream last night. It felt like a dream of a dream. I could remember that I was dipping in the dream, but I couldnÂ’t remember the dream itself. When trying to recall the dream it felt like a vague distant memory.
Saturday morning I hit the hall of fame, 100 days quit. I have not been nicotine free since I was 11 or 12 years old when I decided it would be cool to smoke cigarettes. By the time I got to high school, smoking wasnÂ’t cool and if I wanted to get laid then I was going to have to pick a different habit. Enter dip, the master nicotine delivery system. I could pack a small bit of dip in the back of my vestibule and nobody would know. Now I could dip while in class all day and the chicks would never know. It worked, I got laid all the time in high school and except for my close friends nobody knew I dipped. This pattern continued through college, grad school, and the first 8 years of my career.
I consider myself very lucky, I still have all of my teeth, my health, a fantastic career, a beautiful wife, and a brand new baby girl who is quite possibly the cutest baby ever created in the history of the human race.
When I reflect back on the amount of tobacco that I used, the money wasted, and the amount of lies to my family, I realize how lucky I really am. Not only am I lucky to have my teeth, career, wife and baby. I am lucky to be alive. Quitting in and of itself, has nothing to do with luck, it takes and solid DECISION and continued daily DEDICATION to that decision.
What does all this have to do with a dip dream? Well this weekend I had the strongest craving for dip since the first few days of my quit. I was thinking about it constantly all weekend, I was constantly agitated by the desire for it and actually had the thought of driving to the store for a can. I just laughed it off, but it reminded me of how TENACIOUS this addiction is. This addiction is sneaky, powerful, and should NEVER be taken lightly. The reason I can laugh at the thought of driving to the store for a can is because I NEVER let my guard down. I am prepared 24/7 with a quit plan and my personal army of quitters here at KTC.
So it was no surprise that I had a dip dream last night, in fact, I expected it. On day 46 I described this addiction as a relationship, and last night was an example of The Mistress whispering in my ear, she was crying, begging me to return to her, to give her another chance. I just laughed; my decision has already been made and she has no chance because IÂ’ve moved on.