So here it is, me dropping my hands and giving up. I will not touch nor partake in another pinch, bandit, pouch or otherwise ingested nicotine. It feels like the weight of the world is lifted off of my shoulder, and at the same time, it feels like I am saying goodbye to a long time friend.
To be fair, Cope has been with me longer then any friend, or family. It was there in Iraq and Afghanistan. It was there when my son was born, and my daughter.
To be clear there isn't anything or anywhere that I have done and been that Cope wasn't there with me.
To be clear, I am currently about to finish my 4th day. First couple days were not difficult, like every other time that I had quit. But this one is scaring me. Other then my mouth killing me and the every so often anger. I have done pretty well with keeping my idle hands busy, and keeping gum and lifesavers close.
I worry.
when I walk into the gas station,
when I sit with a friend that is chewing
when I drive
when I eat
I worry.
Here is looking at a couple more days, before a couple more days.
Today is the evil that I will beat, Today. Tomorrow; I will get to that evil tomorrow.