Hey, you guys. I'm not sure how the process works, but I'm on Day 2 without any oral fixation whatsoever, let alone dip.
I've dipped since 2003. So, about 9 years. I'm tired of my mouth feeling dirty, I'm tired of having to conceal dirty bottles at work, I'm tired of having a house filled with empty dip cans and empty bottles. I'm tired of dip flakes on my computer desk and keyboard. I'm tired of all the shit. Fuck tobacco, and fuck that look people gave me when they saw me putting a lip in. I put it down the day before yesterday.
Although IÂ’ve wanted to quit for some time, it wasnÂ’t planned. I had the tobacco between my fingers, ready to put that nasty stuff in my mouth, when something came over me. I didnÂ’t want to do it anymore. I had talked about quitting forever. And now was the time for action. I went into the bathroom at work and dumped every bit of it in the garbage, keeping the tin in my back pocket as a reminder of the addict I once was.
What has made the quitting process so gratifying is knowing that I took action instead of overthinking the whole ordeal. Previously, I was so enamored with developing timelines and strategies for quitting that I lost sight of the end goal. Paralysis by analysis, if you will. Action is what gets the ball rolling.
I did have to drink a couple of beers last night to go to sleep...but I figured that's better than smoking a cigarette or getting a "fix."
I'm glad to be here, and I look forward to quitting with you all.
-Jon