Good evening,
This morning I settled into my desk at work, put in my first ritual dip, grabbed my coffee, and settled into my chair to spend my first hard earned hour... browsing the internet. Then something struck me funny... "why the hell am I doing this?". I hate it, I hate the taste, I hate the cost, I hate the constant worry and fear everytime I get a sore in my mouth, and most of all, I hate the fact that my lovely wife of three years doesn't know I do it. Talk about being a liar.
So I said that's it. Took my six dollar can out to the dumpster (where I couldn't go and dig it out in an hour) and told myself this quit is "The Quit".
Now, like many here (from what I can tell, anyways, I just found this site about five minutes after I got back from the dumpster) I have attempted to quit before. Always fear. Fear of the C. Fear of the gum disease, fear of getting caught.
Fear never worked.
But it clicked this morning, and I pray it sticks. It's not fear. It's love. I love my life. I love my wife. I want to love the children we hope to have for as long as possible.
Day 1 of the rest of my life.