I kicked the can

[chucklehead]

Finally Day 13 and feeling better thanks to my friends and this site.  My wife reminded me this weekend of some stupid ass shit I used to do with chew and for chew. 

The last few times I tried to quit, I would quit on my way home from work.  Of course, I would have a big fat one loaded in my lip for the trip home.  I live in the middle of a forest surrounded by huge Evergreen trees and thick brush that you cannot get through.  Before I reached my house, I would pull over and take my can out of my pocket and throw it as far as I could into the forest. (I know, I was littering.)  Mind you that the last few times I did this, I did it at night.

By morning I would be craving so bad, that I would get out of bed and go searching for my can in the forest.  I wouldn't just go to the store and buy a new can, I had to have that can and not waste one bit of dip. It was like I was on a rescue mission to save the can.  The funny thing is that every single time it would take me less than ten minutes to find that can in the middle of the forest. 

Man, I was one sick puppy. That is just one of my messed up stories that addiction to this shit has brought me.

On more than one occasion, on one of my many quit attempts, I would take my can and dump it in the work dumpster. I worked at a hospital. And yes, I would climb in the dumpster, find the can, scrape up as much of that nasty shit as I could and get it back in the can, just so I could pack my face one more time.

Just like you, I wouldn't go to the store and buy a new can. That would be crazy. There's perfectly good dip in THE DUMPSTER!

Yea, buddy, we were nuts.

Tomorrow will be two weeks for you. That's outstanding! Congratulations hamster.

Let's leave the crazy behind us, shall we? I'm going to walk in the rays of sanity tomorrow, join me?

Never again. NEVER!

Oh man, I went dumpster diving on many occasions. Either at my house or at work. Then I went to the next step of dumping the chew into the toilet. But, when the cravings kicked up, I would go dumpster diving for the can to scrap out the last bit.

When I was younger and never with money, my dipping friends and I would always "save" the last chew from a can. By save I mean we would put the last dip in our mouth and when we were done sucking the shit out of it we would put it back in the empty tin for later. Not that big of a deal if it's your own dip but on many occasions I would bum a friends last used dip because I was completely out.

Excuse me while I go throw up in my mouth............

That's fucking disgusting. Sorry, but I would not even share a spitter with my buddy.

[brianl]

Finally Day 13 and feeling better thanks to my friends and this site.  My wife reminded me this weekend of some stupid ass shit I used to do with chew and for chew. 

The last few times I tried to quit, I would quit on my way home from work.  Of course, I would have a big fat one loaded in my lip for the trip home.  I live in the middle of a forest surrounded by huge Evergreen trees and thick brush that you cannot get through.  Before I reached my house, I would pull over and take my can out of my pocket and throw it as far as I could into the forest. (I know, I was littering.)  Mind you that the last few times I did this, I did it at night.

By morning I would be craving so bad, that I would get out of bed and go searching for my can in the forest.  I wouldn't just go to the store and buy a new can, I had to have that can and not waste one bit of dip. It was like I was on a rescue mission to save the can.  The funny thing is that every single time it would take me less than ten minutes to find that can in the middle of the forest. 

Man, I was one sick puppy. That is just one of my messed up stories that addiction to this shit has brought me.

On more than one occasion, on one of my many quit attempts, I would take my can and dump it in the work dumpster. I worked at a hospital. And yes, I would climb in the dumpster, find the can, scrape up as much of that nasty shit as I could and get it back in the can, just so I could pack my face one more time.

Just like you, I wouldn't go to the store and buy a new can. That would be crazy. There's perfectly good dip in THE DUMPSTER!

Yea, buddy, we were nuts.

Tomorrow will be two weeks for you. That's outstanding! Congratulations hamster.

Let's leave the crazy behind us, shall we? I'm going to walk in the rays of sanity tomorrow, join me?

Never again. NEVER!

Oh man, I went dumpster diving on many occasions. Either at my house or at work. Then I went to the next step of dumping the chew into the toilet. But, when the cravings kicked up, I would go dumpster diving for the can to scrap out the last bit.

When I was younger and never with money, my dipping friends and I would always "save" the last chew from a can. By save I mean we would put the last dip in our mouth and when we were done sucking the shit out of it we would put it back in the empty tin for later. Not that big of a deal if it's your own dip but on many occasions I would bum a friends last used dip because I was completely out.

Excuse me while I go throw up in my mouth............

[Dirty Hamster]

Finally Day 13 and feeling better thanks to my friends and this site.  My wife reminded me this weekend of some stupid ass shit I used to do with chew and for chew. 

The last few times I tried to quit, I would quit on my way home from work.  Of course, I would have a big fat one loaded in my lip for the trip home.  I live in the middle of a forest surrounded by huge Evergreen trees and thick brush that you cannot get through.  Before I reached my house, I would pull over and take my can out of my pocket and throw it as far as I could into the forest. (I know, I was littering.)  Mind you that the last few times I did this, I did it at night.

By morning I would be craving so bad, that I would get out of bed and go searching for my can in the forest.  I wouldn't just go to the store and buy a new can, I had to have that can and not waste one bit of dip. It was like I was on a rescue mission to save the can.  The funny thing is that every single time it would take me less than ten minutes to find that can in the middle of the forest. 

Man, I was one sick puppy. That is just one of my messed up stories that addiction to this shit has brought me.

On more than one occasion, on one of my many quit attempts, I would take my can and dump it in the work dumpster. I worked at a hospital. And yes, I would climb in the dumpster, find the can, scrape up as much of that nasty shit as I could and get it back in the can, just so I could pack my face one more time.

Just like you, I wouldn't go to the store and buy a new can. That would be crazy. There's perfectly good dip in THE DUMPSTER!

Yea, buddy, we were nuts.

Tomorrow will be two weeks for you. That's outstanding! Congratulations hamster.

Let's leave the crazy behind us, shall we? I'm going to walk in the rays of sanity tomorrow, join me?

Never again. NEVER!

Oh man, I went dumpster diving on many occasions. Either at my house or at work. Then I went to the next step of dumping the chew into the toilet. But, when the cravings kicked up, I would go dumpster diving for the can to scrap out the last bit.

[Bean]

Hamster, I'd call you nuts, but we have all done stupid shit. I was convinced that I was a "light dipper" whatever the fuck that is. I would pack small, frequent dips that folks could barely see so I could dip almost nonstop at work. I actually convinced myself that I was not really all that addicted...

Then 20 years went by...

[Nolaq]

Finally Day 13 and feeling better thanks to my friends and this site. My wife reminded me this weekend of some stupid ass shit I used to do with chew and for chew.

The last few times I tried to quit, I would quit on my way home from work. Of course, I would have a big fat one loaded in my lip for the trip home. I live in the middle of a forest surrounded by huge Evergreen trees and thick brush that you cannot get through. Before I reached my house, I would pull over and take my can out of my pocket and throw it as far as I could into the forest. (I know, I was littering.) Mind you that the last few times I did this, I did it at night.

By morning I would be craving so bad, that I would get out of bed and go searching for my can in the forest. I wouldn't just go to the store and buy a new can, I had to have that can and not waste one bit of dip. It was like I was on a rescue mission to save the can. The funny thing is that every single time it would take me less than ten minutes to find that can in the middle of the forest.

Man, I was one sick puppy. That is just one of my messed up stories that addiction to this shit has brought me.

On more than one occasion, on one of my many quit attempts, I would take my can and dump it in the work dumpster. I worked at a hospital. And yes, I would climb in the dumpster, find the can, scrape up as much of that nasty shit as I could and get it back in the can, just so I could pack my face one more time.

Just like you, I wouldn't go to the store and buy a new can. That would be crazy. There's perfectly good dip in THE DUMPSTER!

Yea, buddy, we were nuts.

Tomorrow will be two weeks for you. That's outstanding! Congratulations hamster.

Let's leave the crazy behind us, shall we? I'm going to walk in the rays of sanity tomorrow, join me?

Never again. NEVER!

[jcook]

Finally Day 13 and feeling better thanks to my friends and this site. My wife reminded me this weekend of some stupid ass shit I used to do with chew and for chew.

The last few times I tried to quit, I would quit on my way home from work. Of course, I would have a big fat one loaded in my lip for the trip home. I live in the middle of a forest surrounded by huge Evergreen trees and thick brush that you cannot get through. Before I reached my house, I would pull over and take my can out of my pocket and throw it as far as I could into the forest. (I know, I was littering.) Mind you that the last few times I did this, I did it at night.

By morning I would be craving so bad, that I would get out of bed and go searching for my can in the forest. I wouldn't just go to the store and buy a new can, I had to have that can and not waste one bit of dip. It was like I was on a rescue mission to save the can. The funny thing is that every single time it would take me less than ten minutes to find that can in the middle of the forest.

Man, I was one sick puppy. That is just one of my messed up stories that addiction to this shit has brought me.

Haha, I'm glad I'm not the only one with that baggage ..... Day 9 here, proud to quit with ya!

[Dirty Hamster]

Finally Day 13 and feeling better thanks to my friends and this site. My wife reminded me this weekend of some stupid ass shit I used to do with chew and for chew.

The last few times I tried to quit, I would quit on my way home from work. Of course, I would have a big fat one loaded in my lip for the trip home. I live in the middle of a forest surrounded by huge Evergreen trees and thick brush that you cannot get through. Before I reached my house, I would pull over and take my can out of my pocket and throw it as far as I could into the forest. (I know, I was littering.) Mind you that the last few times I did this, I did it at night.

By morning I would be craving so bad, that I would get out of bed and go searching for my can in the forest. I wouldn't just go to the store and buy a new can, I had to have that can and not waste one bit of dip. It was like I was on a rescue mission to save the can. The funny thing is that every single time it would take me less than ten minutes to find that can in the middle of the forest.

Man, I was one sick puppy. That is just one of my messed up stories that addiction to this shit has brought me.

[Bean]

I'm right there with you...started 20 years ago, in baseball, because it was cool. Then Sept 11th (watching shows about people who lost loved ones that morning) I said, what the he'll am I doing? I quit right then and there.

I had quit before, but this time was different...I had the guys on this site to rely on. Post roll every day, keep your word all day, and repeat. There is a real helpful "contract" that some folks have posted before. You might ask for it. I used to think stuff like that was gimmicky...until stuff like that has kept me quit for over 80 days.

I had gone a few days, even a week or two, but never this long. This site is the only difference. I went cold turkey, embraced the suck, read everything I could on this site. Now I post roll and live nic free. You can, too. Stay strong Brotha!

[brianl]

I have been chewing tobacco for over thirty years. It blows my mind that I have been chewing this crap for that long. I started when I was 13 with Beechnut and Redman mixed in with Bubble Yum. All us ball players did that because it was the cool thing to do. I chewed it all from Cope, Kodiak to my last favorite chew Grizzley. I was using up to a can and a half a day.

I have had gum grafts, sores, tongue soreness and I still loaded up. If I had a sore in my lower lip, I would just load up my upper lip. Spilling spitters in my office, car and in the house. Listening to wife bitch about my chew cups all over the house.

Finally last week, I was thinking why do I do this? I want to live and not to constantly worry that my next little sore was cancer. I was tired of always checking my mouth for new sores. Tired of waking up in the morning and putting a fresh dip in my mouth, tired of making sure I had enough dip for the day, worried about who was coming in my office and for how long so that I would have enough time to enjoy my chew.

I got up from the Lazy Boy went to the bathroom, took out my dip, went through the house and found all my cans and emptied them into the toilet.

I'm on day six of no nicotine and it has been hard. The fog in my head is terrible. I stumbled on this site and joined up, because I was wondering if anyone else is going through what I am going through.

You are not alone my Dirty Little Hamster !!!

Take some time to cruise around the site, read as much as you can. You will quickly learn that your story is scarely similar to most of the people here. But guess what, everyone here is QUIT, and so are YOU!!!! We are proof that it can be done. Learn how to post roll, this is the most important part of this site. Making a DAILY, let me repeat that..DAILY, commitment to yourself and to us that you will not use nicotine in any form for the day. Come back the next day and repeat.

You're already 6 days into the Quit which is a major accomplishment, something you should be very proud of.
Is it gonna suck? Ya
Is it gonna be tough? Ya
Is it gonna save your fucking life? YA

You can do it, we will help you.

PM me if I can be of any assistance.

Brian

[chucklehead]

Hey Dirty, everyone on this site has either gone through what you're experiencing or is currently going through it. Its not pretty, it sucks. I'm on day 37 of no nicotine. I know where you are right now.

It gets better though, it really does. You gotta keep on point though. Realize that you're gunna be better off in the long run.

Use this site, it really does work. The things you explained are the same kind of things I used to do too, spitters in the office and all over the house. Every morning I had to make sure I had enough dip to get me through the day. And I thought that I was the only one like that until I came here. You will find similar stories here and guys going through the same things. Read what they have to say and don't give up.

[yankees1]

I have been chewing tobacco for over thirty years.  It blows my mind that I have been chewing this crap for that long.  I started when I was 13 with Beechnut and Redman mixed in with Bubble Yum.  All us ball players did that because it was the cool thing to do.  I chewed it all from Cope, Kodiak to my last favorite chew Grizzley.  I was using up to a can and a half a day.

I have had gum grafts, sores, tongue soreness and I still loaded up.  If I had a sore in my lower lip, I would just load up my upper lip.  Spilling spitters in my office, car and in the house.  Listening to wife bitch about my chew cups all over the house.

Finally last week, I was thinking why do I do this?  I want to live and not to constantly worry that my next little sore was cancer.  I was tired of always checking my mouth for new sores.  Tired of waking up in the morning and putting a fresh dip in my mouth, tired of making sure I had enough dip for the day, worried about who was coming in my office and for how long so that I would have enough time to enjoy my chew. 

I got up from the Lazy Boy went to the bathroom, took out my dip, went through the house and found all my cans and emptied them into the toilet.

I'm on day six of no nicotine and it has been hard.  The fog in my head is terrible.  I stumbled on this site and joined up, because I was wondering if anyone else is going through what I am going through.

I haven't been quit very long (37 days), but I'm proud of it and I can tell you that being nic free is the best feeling. You'll hit some fogs and funks along the way but follow the plan of this site. I'm sure others more informed than me will be contacting you.

But I just wanted to tell you that you can do it . . . one minute, one hour, one day at a time.

Ed

Hey Man-I just wanna say that 394 days ago i was introduced to this site by my wife who was so sick of seeing me chew- i threw out my shit,joined the site and have met some very hardcore friends thru this that have saved my life along the way..Believe me, take all the advice you can from these guys- they are all here for you..if you need anything..feel free to drop me a text,call,etc..347-993-3218..Name is Anthony..(yankees1)..

[Keddy]

I have been chewing tobacco for over thirty years. It blows my mind that I have been chewing this crap for that long. I started when I was 13 with Beechnut and Redman mixed in with Bubble Yum. All us ball players did that because it was the cool thing to do. I chewed it all from Cope, Kodiak to my last favorite chew Grizzley. I was using up to a can and a half a day.

I have had gum grafts, sores, tongue soreness and I still loaded up. If I had a sore in my lower lip, I would just load up my upper lip. Spilling spitters in my office, car and in the house. Listening to wife bitch about my chew cups all over the house.

Finally last week, I was thinking why do I do this? I want to live and not to constantly worry that my next little sore was cancer. I was tired of always checking my mouth for new sores. Tired of waking up in the morning and putting a fresh dip in my mouth, tired of making sure I had enough dip for the day, worried about who was coming in my office and for how long so that I would have enough time to enjoy my chew.

I got up from the Lazy Boy went to the bathroom, took out my dip, went through the house and found all my cans and emptied them into the toilet.

I'm on day six of no nicotine and it has been hard. The fog in my head is terrible. I stumbled on this site and joined up, because I was wondering if anyone else is going through what I am going through.

I haven't been quit very long (37 days), but I'm proud of it and I can tell you that being nic free is the best feeling. You'll hit some fogs and funks along the way but follow the plan of this site. I'm sure others more informed than me will be contacting you.

But I just wanted to tell you that you can do it . . . one minute, one hour, one day at a time.

Ed

[bigduke45123]

I have been chewing tobacco for over thirty years. It blows my mind that I have been chewing this crap for that long. I started when I was 13 with Beechnut and Redman mixed in with Bubble Yum. All us ball players did that because it was the cool thing to do. I chewed it all from Cope, Kodiak to my last favorite chew Grizzley. I was using up to a can and a half a day.

I have had gum grafts, sores, tongue soreness and I still loaded up. If I had a sore in my lower lip, I would just load up my upper lip. Spilling spitters in my office, car and in the house. Listening to wife bitch about my chew cups all over the house.

Finally last week, I was thinking why do I do this? I want to live and not to constantly worry that my next little sore was cancer. I was tired of always checking my mouth for new sores. Tired of waking up in the morning and putting a fresh dip in my mouth, tired of making sure I had enough dip for the day, worried about who was coming in my office and for how long so that I would have enough time to enjoy my chew.

I got up from the Lazy Boy went to the bathroom, took out my dip, went through the house and found all my cans and emptied them into the toilet.

I'm on day six of no nicotine and it has been hard. The fog in my head is terrible. I stumbled on this site and joined up, because I was wondering if anyone else is going through what I am going through.

Everyone has hit the fog at some point in their quit. I hit it when I was around 2 weeks others hit it right away. It will get better but right now it would be great to go back to the home page and read what to expect. You are still going to get some sores in your mouth but they will go away. Also it is great to chew sunflower seeds or bubble gum anything to help you get it off of your mind.
This site works great as long as you post roll everyday. Find some people in your group that you relate to and can buddy up with it makes the days go a lot quicker. If you need anything from anyone dont be afraid to speak up that is what we are here for.

You can pm me I will give out my number if you need it.
Dan

[Dirty Hamster]

I have been chewing tobacco for over thirty years. It blows my mind that I have been chewing this crap for that long. I started when I was 13 with Beechnut and Redman mixed in with Bubble Yum. All us ball players did that because it was the cool thing to do. I chewed it all from Cope, Kodiak to my last favorite chew Grizzley. I was using up to a can and a half a day.

I have had gum grafts, sores, tongue soreness and I still loaded up. If I had a sore in my lower lip, I would just load up my upper lip. Spilling spitters in my office, car and in the house. Listening to wife bitch about my chew cups all over the house.

Finally last week, I was thinking why do I do this? I want to live and not to constantly worry that my next little sore was cancer. I was tired of always checking my mouth for new sores. Tired of waking up in the morning and putting a fresh dip in my mouth, tired of making sure I had enough dip for the day, worried about who was coming in my office and for how long so that I would have enough time to enjoy my chew.

I got up from the Lazy Boy went to the bathroom, took out my dip, went through the house and found all my cans and emptied them into the toilet.

I'm on day six of no nicotine and it has been hard. The fog in my head is terrible. I stumbled on this site and joined up, because I was wondering if anyone else is going through what I am going through.

[Dirty Hamster]

I have been chewing tobacco for over thirty years. It blows my mind that I have been chewing this crap for that long. I started when I was 13 with Beechnut and Redman mixed in with Bubble Yum. All us ball players did that because it was the cool thing to do. I chewed it all from Cope, Kodiak to my last favorite chew Grizzley. I was using up to a can and a half a day.

I have had gum grafts, sores, tongue soreness and I still loaded up. If I had a sore in my lower lip, I would just load up my upper lip. Spilling spitters in my office, car and in the house. Listening to wife bitch about my chew cups all over the house.

Finally last week, I was thinking why do I do this? I want to live and not to constantly worry that my next little sore was cancer. I was tired of always checking my mouth for new sores. Tired of waking up in the morning and putting a fresh dip in my mouth, tired of making sure I had enough dip for the day, worried about who was coming in my office and for how long so that I would have enough time to enjoy my chew.

I got up from the Lazy Boy went to the bathroom, took out my dip, went through the house and found all my cans and emptied them into the toilet.

I'm on day six of no nicotine and it has been hard. The fog in my head is terrible. I stumbled on this site and joined up, because I was wondering if anyone else is going through what I am going through.