I had meant to use this intro as a means to document my successes and struggles through this journey, but got complacent and didn't keep up with it. I have one to add to it today, however. Sorry for the length, and as a former engineer, my ability to write well ...
I am now a few weeks into my Fall semester and have gotten to know over 100 new students. For the first time in my brief (8 year) teaching career, I have decided to share with my students my addiction to nicotine. The amount of support I have received from not only current students, but also former students who somehow "heard" about my addiction has been overwhelming. I don't think a day goes by that a former student doesn't stop by my classroom and ask if I am still holding strong and ask my day count. For whatever reason, chewing tobacco in school is frowned upon (never stopped me from having one in all day long), which is why I didn't come out of the closet until I quit. I share this only for those that are new to the quit or need an additional push. I have heard this being said many times before, but the more you share your addiction with people, the more accountable you will be.
Despite all of the additional support and accountability, there still have been additional struggles. Yesterday, some of my students put on a lunch fundraiser where they had a grill out and a band and entertainment over the lunch hour. Well, as I was buying lunch, one of my students planted that seed in my mind and mentioned after lunch he would be more than happy to share a nice big dip with me. I told him to knock it off, but he continued. Well, by the time lunch finished I have one thing, and one thing only, on my mind. My mouth was watering for a nice big dip. (Yes ... even 140 days in, I still do NOT hate nicotine) I hate the fact that I CHOSE to use nicotine for all those years and didn't have the balls to quit, but in the end it was my choice. I am an addict and I still miss it.
However, I have now developed resources that can negate those urges. First, I had posted my promise on roll not to use nicotine for the day. Second, .... well second doesn't matter. See, I had made that promise to myself and to others in my quit group that I would not do it. Going back on my word is not an option for me.
This happened yesterday, but I posted this today as there was a happy ending. I ended lunch and went back, found the culprit, pulled him aside and dished out many, many four letter words at him. (He is going to school to be an Agricultural (Diesel) Mechanic, so I can do that). Then, I ran home to get some Smokey Mountain for the rest of the day (great living 1 mile from work). Anyways, I walk into class this morning and have two big bags of sunflower seeds on my desk and get a nice apology. Hate to say this ... but I love my job!!