Today is my fifth day of one day at a time, being quit. At the moment I'm sitting in my truck waiting for my next softball game to start. I have no urge at all to chew. Last week this time, it would have been automatic that I'd be filling up a coffee cup with poison spit. Truthfully I never really enjoyed my chews at the ball park. I would have such a dry and sore mouth that I would spit chews out within five minutes, only to pack a fresh one in moments later. Not chewIng, although the smart thing to do, wouldn't have been an option.
I knew it since my first year of dipping I am a huge addict. Not only would I get almost no satisfaction out of a dip, I was living pay check to pay check, largely due to the fact that i was spending a fortune on the shit! Being quit, the savings has been enjoyable, but it is secondary to my health. I had no illusions, chew was ripping my face off. After waking up from every sleep my mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert. Sores in my mouth had become so common they would go unnoticed.
I had wanted to quit chew for probably the last 1000 tins. I almost never made it for more than 8 hours. Finding this site has allowed me to be quit. I know damn well I am an addict and that means A part of me is going to really want a chew. But I am positive tht I can put my name on roll call each and every morning and stay tobacco free for that day. One day is very possible and one day is all I care about. Quitting with the rest of you!
