Day 49... Some more perspective.
Quitting still fucking sucks. I am at that dangerous set of crossroads in my quit. 49 days... I feel good most of the time. I don't think about dip hardly ever, but there is a tradeoff in that... when it DOES cross my mind, it comes on like a 50 ton mack truck barreling down a hill with no brakes. Today was no exception. My superintendent handed me a tin this morning and said "try this" (citrus skoal, some "buddy" of his turned him on to it this past weekend). Any other day it would have just been a "nah I'm good". I have this quit thing down pat, after all I have been doing it for 49 days... I am in complete control... WRONG!!!
It felt like an eternity that the tin was in my hand. I could even see in my head the exact steps that were between that very second, and my cave: The sweet noise of the finger thudding against the can, the first aroma hitting my nose as the can gets opened, feeling the long cut between the fingers as I pinched a little bit out to place in my lip, and finally the familiar burn long forgotten.
The disturbing part is that I can write that paragraph and still romanticize the very thing that was leading me to an early grave. I am beyond fed-up with work. I love my job, but LOATHE my current project and the commute associated with it. It would have been so easy. It would have made me FEEL so much better. But that is a lie. One problem + Nicotine = Two problems. I know this. I was strong. I handed the tin back and said no thanks. It was perhaps the single most blindsiding un-adulterated assault on my quit yet. But I stayed quit. The desire for the dip was strong, but my WILL TO QUIT was stronger.
There is no reason to choose to poison yourself... I have made the correct choice hundreds of times over the past 49 days. Today was one more time making the correct choice. I am QUIT!