I've been dreaming about the day I quit for nearly two months now, but it was never the right day. There's always tomorrow. I woke up this morning with no intention of quitting. In fact, I was eating breakfast and looking forward to taking my first dip afterward. I was listening to the radio and they were talking about people they knew who died of cancer, one of whom died of esophageal cancer linked to his chewing habit.
Well, I've always been concerned about cancer myself, but I always told myself, I've been chewing for over 20 years now, one more chew or one more day of chewing isn't going to do me in. The problem is, I've been telling myself that for years now.
Despite the warnings, and despite my own knowledge about what could happen, it never made me quit. However, for some reason the conversation on this morning's radio really struck a chord with me. I told myself that is the motivation I need, that is what I've been seeking, if I don't quit today then what's it going to take? So I skipped that dip I was going to take, and I threw out my tin, and I am never going to touch that crap again.
So glad to have this site, and I'm looking forward to working together to help ourselves through this battle.
Thanks
John