Here we go again

[THansen2413]

For 40 days and 40 nights it rained, whoops wrong story. 40 days ago I made the best decision possibly of my life. Here I am, still nic free. I've faced many triggers and situations where a dip would have been natural. I've faced those triggers and dealt with them head on, with sheer brute willpower to conquer them. It may not be the best to set goals in your quit, as I and others have to approach this addiction ODAAT. However, I knew around day 30 I wanted to get off the fake stuff. Well that didn't happen on day 30, or even day 35, but rather on day 38. I'm proud to say I haven't had anything "packed" in my lip for 2 days. I've now been utilizing gum. Smokey was great for me early on, it was my security blanket. It let me feel like I was dipping while still being nic free. Truth is, I don't like having something in my lip. Strangers, women, and friends still see that wad in your lip and immediately know it's tobacco, even if it is just Smokey. I reached that point in my quit where Smokey wasn't doing anything for me. It was a take it or leave it sort of deal, and I wanted to leave it. I've said this before, and I'll say it again; I more than likely will have to use Smokey in the future, because I know how the bitch works and I will face many more triggers and urges as the days go by. Smokey will trump Grizzly, EDD! For now though, I'm comfortable and secure using nothing but gum. Life is good for me at the moment. If you're struggling reach out to me, I have a clear mind and want to help anyone I can. Proud to quit w/ all you today!

[THansen2413]

Day 36 of being quit ladies and gentlemen! It's been a busy, but great week for me.

I blew the head gasket on my 96 Monte Carlo early in the week. The cost to repair was worth more than the car, totaled. Normally I would have filled my lip with 1/4 can of chew and bitched about how bad my luck was. Nah, didn't do that this time. I analyzed things. I thought, "It's an 18 year old car, Tyler. You knew this day was coming sooner than later. You have a full time job, it's time to step up and get a newer reliable car". Rewind to yesterday, I purchased a 2008 Chevy Malibu. Super clean, 56000 miles, feeling on top of the world about it. A fresh new professional looking car, for a fresh new professional meat supervisor. There will not be empty tins on the floor of this car. There will not be empty tins in the glove box. There will not be half filled, 3 month old spitters rolling around the floor boards. This new car symbolizes a new, more mature, me.

Vets, June Bugs, Newbies, keep quitting like fuck! Quit today, no excuses, a dip isn't going to solve a late bill, a problem at work, a fight with a significant other. I'm just in a fiery, motivational mood today. My Smokey Mountain intake is WAY DOWN. I've had the same tin now for 3 days and it's still half full. I just don't "need" it right now. I do know this can change, and if or when it does I'll gladly buy a can of Smokey before I EVER think of buying cancer weed! Make this Sunday, the Sunday you make the nic bitch, your bitch! QLF!!!

Good job Tyler. You are drinking the koolaid one gulp at a time.

Quit w/ you!

Well done sir! You took a potentially stressful situation and killed it. That a boy.

Congrats on 36 days quit and the new rig! Enjoy it.

Quit on.

Thank you both for the well wishes. ODAAT, that's all any of us can do. This Kool Aid is refreshing! B)

[Derk40]

Day 36 of being quit ladies and gentlemen! It's been a busy, but great week for me.

I blew the head gasket on my 96 Monte Carlo early in the week. The cost to repair was worth more than the car, totaled. Normally I would have filled my lip with 1/4 can of chew and bitched about how bad my luck was. Nah, didn't do that this time. I analyzed things. I thought, "It's an 18 year old car, Tyler. You knew this day was coming sooner than later. You have a full time job, it's time to step up and get a newer reliable car". Rewind to yesterday, I purchased a 2008 Chevy Malibu. Super clean, 56000 miles, feeling on top of the world about it. A fresh new professional looking car, for a fresh new professional meat supervisor. There will not be empty tins on the floor of this car. There will not be empty tins in the glove box. There will not be half filled, 3 month old spitters rolling around the floor boards. This new car symbolizes a new, more mature, me.

Vets, June Bugs, Newbies, keep quitting like fuck! Quit today, no excuses, a dip isn't going to solve a late bill, a problem at work, a fight with a significant other. I'm just in a fiery, motivational mood today. My Smokey Mountain intake is WAY DOWN. I've had the same tin now for 3 days and it's still half full. I just don't "need" it right now. I do know this can change, and if or when it does I'll gladly buy a can of Smokey before I EVER think of buying cancer weed! Make this Sunday, the Sunday you make the nic bitch, your bitch! QLF!!!

Good job Tyler. You are drinking the koolaid one gulp at a time.

Quit w/ you!

Well done sir! You took a potentially stressful situation and killed it. That a boy.

Congrats on 36 days quit and the new rig! Enjoy it.

Quit on.

[Etxaggie]

Day 36 of being quit ladies and gentlemen! It's been a busy, but great week for me.

I blew the head gasket on my 96 Monte Carlo early in the week. The cost to repair was worth more than the car, totaled. Normally I would have filled my lip with 1/4 can of chew and bitched about how bad my luck was. Nah, didn't do that this time. I analyzed things. I thought, "It's an 18 year old car, Tyler. You knew this day was coming sooner than later. You have a full time job, it's time to step up and get a newer reliable car". Rewind to yesterday, I purchased a 2008 Chevy Malibu. Super clean, 56000 miles, feeling on top of the world about it. A fresh new professional looking car, for a fresh new professional meat supervisor. There will not be empty tins on the floor of this car. There will not be empty tins in the glove box. There will not be half filled, 3 month old spitters rolling around the floor boards. This new car symbolizes a new, more mature, me.

Vets, June Bugs, Newbies, keep quitting like fuck! Quit today, no excuses, a dip isn't going to solve a late bill, a problem at work, a fight with a significant other. I'm just in a fiery, motivational mood today. My Smokey Mountain intake is WAY DOWN. I've had the same tin now for 3 days and it's still half full. I just don't "need" it right now. I do know this can change, and if or when it does I'll gladly buy a can of Smokey before I EVER think of buying cancer weed! Make this Sunday, the Sunday you make the nic bitch, your bitch! QLF!!!

Good job Tyler. You are drinking the koolaid one gulp at a time.

Quit w/ you!

[THansen2413]

Day 36 of being quit ladies and gentlemen! It's been a busy, but great week for me.

I blew the head gasket on my 96 Monte Carlo early in the week. The cost to repair was worth more than the car, totaled. Normally I would have filled my lip with 1/4 can of chew and bitched about how bad my luck was. Nah, didn't do that this time. I analyzed things. I thought, "It's an 18 year old car, Tyler. You knew this day was coming sooner than later. You have a full time job, it's time to step up and get a newer reliable car". Rewind to yesterday, I purchased a 2008 Chevy Malibu. Super clean, 56000 miles, feeling on top of the world about it. A fresh new professional looking car, for a fresh new professional meat supervisor. There will not be empty tins on the floor of this car. There will not be empty tins in the glove box. There will not be half filled, 3 month old spitters rolling around the floor boards. This new car symbolizes a new, more mature, me.

Vets, June Bugs, Newbies, keep quitting like fuck! Quit today, no excuses, a dip isn't going to solve a late bill, a problem at work, a fight with a significant other. I'm just in a fiery, motivational mood today. My Smokey Mountain intake is WAY DOWN. I've had the same tin now for 3 days and it's still half full. I just don't "need" it right now. I do know this can change, and if or when it does I'll gladly buy a can of Smokey before I EVER think of buying cancer weed! Make this Sunday, the Sunday you make the nic bitch, your bitch! QLF!!!

[THansen2413]

Well it's been 31 days since I became quit (officially a month). As my story goes, and I hope I'm not beating a dead horse, but I want the newbie quitters to know this; if you want to succeed you can't just post roll and leave. You can't just browse this site and expect to succeed without participating. I certainly don't post as much as some, or have the wisest posts, but I'm 100% more accountable for myself than in my previous two "go at it alone quit attempts".

It was very early on in my quit that my fellow June bro LK16 sent me a message and wondered if I was ok, because I hadn't posted roll yet (10am). Everything was fine, just slept in on a Sunday, but it became clear to me that people are watching. I wasn't only watching for guys to post, but I was being watched. How can I fail when I get messages wondering if everything is cool? How can I fail when vet's give me their number and check on me? How can I fail when I make a promise EDD before getting out of bed? My answer is... I can't! I can't not only fail because I'd let down my June quit bro's, but I can't fail for my health. You can earn more money, but you can't guarantee you will get your health back if it's compromised.

To bring this full circle, this is not an attempt for me anymore. This is my lifestyle, this is my daily struggle. There is no room for "half assed attempts" when it comes to health. I quit daily for myself and all my fellow quitters who put their integrity and reputation on the line EDD by posting roll.

To the newbies:
-It gets better
-The fog lifts
-You will feel normal again
-"Don't give up, Don't ever give up" Jim Valvano

[THansen2413]

Had a great reminder today about how real nic addiction is, and what addicts we truly are.

I live with my parents at the moment (in between leases), same house I grew up in. I started chewing when I was a sophomore in high school. Parents are very strict, they only drink maybe twice a year, and that's about one glass of wine per session. Neither use nic, my mom has un curable cancer, she has for the last 12 years. Very treatable, just not curable. I kept my addiction a secret from them, especially since I was underage.  So I was really a f'n asshole to be using under their roof.

I came home from work today and went upstairs to change clothes. Sitting in the hallway was a sight that made my heart drop. Two brown grocery bags, filled to the brim with empty chew cans and spitters. My Dad was doing some electrical work in my old bedroom (converted computer room) and moved an old tv stand of mine. A door opened on the stand and out came pouring the contents, I've been told. I had forgot I even had done that, 10 years after I started chewing, my parents are still discovering old stash spots of mine. Stash spots filled with incriminating evidence for an underage dipper. dozens of half full spitters, 50 or so empty cans of chew. Here I am, 24 years old now and I see what a fucking idiot I was.

So now my parents are questioning if I'm still using or not. I showed them my can of Smokey Mountain in my pocket. I shared with them I use a quit site and gain lots of strength and encouragement from using that site. They believe me, but damn what a slap in the face for them. They shouldn't have to discover old shit of mine, hidden in secret spots around their house. I feel really fucking discouraged right now. Embarrassed is also an emotion I'm feeling. 26 days quit and I feel like I'm right back to where I started. Defending myself to my parents that I don't use. I know I've honored my daily promise since being quit. I guess that's all that really matters. Time heals everything, and with time my parents will see that I'm serious about this and don't use that shit anymore. NAFAR.

Dang.

For what it's worth, this is a bit serendipitous. In an instant you gained layers of accountability and you've been slapped in the face with the endless lies you told. Embrace it. Tell them what day you're on... in fact, tell anyone who will listen what day you're on. Welcome the accountability with open arms - it shreds The Addict's plans of self preservation.

My wife always knew that I chewed but we had a sort of don't ask/don't tell policy (don't ask/don't fight). I lied to her all the time, but they were "white lies", or at least that's what I told myself. "You're still chewing?" she'd ask. "Yeah, every once in a while," I'd say, letting myself off the hook on the technicality even though "every once in a while" meant "once" in an hour (while). She's proud of my quit, 252 days today, but she continues to be baffled by the lying. "Where'd you hide it?" "So when I was on a work trip you'd chew in the house?" Um, yeah, the only thing that stopped me when I could "chew in peace" was a blister on my tongue. Anyway...

You're quit now. Post roll every day and don't forget how stupid and selfish you were in the past.

It's good that they know. Just explain everything to them.

You are doing Great T! My wife knew I dipped, but not how much. I told her 1-2 cans a week. (It was really 2 cans per day) I used to throw the empties onto a high shelf in our garage behind all the camping gear I only ever took down. Till one day last summer she loaned the tent to a friend and HUNDREDS of empty chew cans came spilling down on her and her best friend. I remember the call at work I got from her. Pretty hilarious now. Not so funny then. Good Times! 'bang head' You and I were total idiot addicts. But not anymore! We are all quit together. Keep Going!

'crackup'

Blew off some steam at the gym this evening and had a talk with my parents. They knew I chewed but I don't think they knew to what extent. Got things on the table and everything is cool. They are being supportive of my quit and laid things on the line. Glad to know I wasn't the only one with a secret stash of empty cans and shit haha.

[Minny]

Had a great reminder today about how real nic addiction is, and what addicts we truly are.

I live with my parents at the moment (in between leases), same house I grew up in. I started chewing when I was a sophomore in high school. Parents are very strict, they only drink maybe twice a year, and that's about one glass of wine per session. Neither use nic, my mom has un curable cancer, she has for the last 12 years. Very treatable, just not curable. I kept my addiction a secret from them, especially since I was underage.  So I was really a f'n asshole to be using under their roof.

I came home from work today and went upstairs to change clothes. Sitting in the hallway was a sight that made my heart drop. Two brown grocery bags, filled to the brim with empty chew cans and spitters. My Dad was doing some electrical work in my old bedroom (converted computer room) and moved an old tv stand of mine. A door opened on the stand and out came pouring the contents, I've been told. I had forgot I even had done that, 10 years after I started chewing, my parents are still discovering old stash spots of mine. Stash spots filled with incriminating evidence for an underage dipper. dozens of half full spitters, 50 or so empty cans of chew. Here I am, 24 years old now and I see what a fucking idiot I was.

So now my parents are questioning if I'm still using or not. I showed them my can of Smokey Mountain in my pocket. I shared with them I use a quit site and gain lots of strength and encouragement from using that site. They believe me, but damn what a slap in the face for them. They shouldn't have to discover old shit of mine, hidden in secret spots around their house. I feel really fucking discouraged right now. Embarrassed is also an emotion I'm feeling. 26 days quit and I feel like I'm right back to where I started. Defending myself to my parents that I don't use. I know I've honored my daily promise since being quit. I guess that's all that really matters. Time heals everything, and with time my parents will see that I'm serious about this and don't use that shit anymore. NAFAR.

Dang.

For what it's worth, this is a bit serendipitous. In an instant you gained layers of accountability and you've been slapped in the face with the endless lies you told. Embrace it. Tell them what day you're on... in fact, tell anyone who will listen what day you're on. Welcome the accountability with open arms - it shreds The Addict's plans of self preservation.

My wife always knew that I chewed but we had a sort of don't ask/don't tell policy (don't ask/don't fight). I lied to her all the time, but they were "white lies", or at least that's what I told myself. "You're still chewing?" she'd ask. "Yeah, every once in a while," I'd say, letting myself off the hook on the technicality even though "every once in a while" meant "once" in an hour (while). She's proud of my quit, 252 days today, but she continues to be baffled by the lying. "Where'd you hide it?" "So when I was on a work trip you'd chew in the house?" Um, yeah, the only thing that stopped me when I could "chew in peace" was a blister on my tongue. Anyway...

You're quit now. Post roll every day and don't forget how stupid and selfish you were in the past.

It's good that they know. Just explain everything to them.

You are doing Great T! My wife knew I dipped, but not how much. I told her 1-2 cans a week. (It was really 2 cans per day) I used to throw the empties onto a high shelf in our garage behind all the camping gear I only ever took down. Till one day last summer she loaned the tent to a friend and HUNDREDS of empty chew cans came spilling down on her and her best friend. I remember the call at work I got from her. Pretty hilarious now. Not so funny then. Good Times! 'bang head' You and I were total idiot addicts. But not anymore! We are all quit together. Keep Going!

'crackup'

[rdad]

Had a great reminder today about how real nic addiction is, and what addicts we truly are.

I live with my parents at the moment (in between leases), same house I grew up in. I started chewing when I was a sophomore in high school. Parents are very strict, they only drink maybe twice a year, and that's about one glass of wine per session. Neither use nic, my mom has un curable cancer, she has for the last 12 years. Very treatable, just not curable. I kept my addiction a secret from them, especially since I was underage.  So I was really a f'n asshole to be using under their roof.

I came home from work today and went upstairs to change clothes. Sitting in the hallway was a sight that made my heart drop. Two brown grocery bags, filled to the brim with empty chew cans and spitters. My Dad was doing some electrical work in my old bedroom (converted computer room) and moved an old tv stand of mine. A door opened on the stand and out came pouring the contents, I've been told. I had forgot I even had done that, 10 years after I started chewing, my parents are still discovering old stash spots of mine. Stash spots filled with incriminating evidence for an underage dipper. dozens of half full spitters, 50 or so empty cans of chew. Here I am, 24 years old now and I see what a fucking idiot I was.

So now my parents are questioning if I'm still using or not. I showed them my can of Smokey Mountain in my pocket. I shared with them I use a quit site and gain lots of strength and encouragement from using that site. They believe me, but damn what a slap in the face for them. They shouldn't have to discover old shit of mine, hidden in secret spots around their house. I feel really fucking discouraged right now. Embarrassed is also an emotion I'm feeling. 26 days quit and I feel like I'm right back to where I started. Defending myself to my parents that I don't use. I know I've honored my daily promise since being quit. I guess that's all that really matters. Time heals everything, and with time my parents will see that I'm serious about this and don't use that shit anymore. NAFAR.

Dang.

For what it's worth, this is a bit serendipitous. In an instant you gained layers of accountability and you've been slapped in the face with the endless lies you told. Embrace it. Tell them what day you're on... in fact, tell anyone who will listen what day you're on. Welcome the accountability with open arms - it shreds The Addict's plans of self preservation.

My wife always knew that I chewed but we had a sort of don't ask/don't tell policy (don't ask/don't fight). I lied to her all the time, but they were "white lies", or at least that's what I told myself. "You're still chewing?" she'd ask. "Yeah, every once in a while," I'd say, letting myself off the hook on the technicality even though "every once in a while" meant "once" in an hour (while). She's proud of my quit, 252 days today, but she continues to be baffled by the lying. "Where'd you hide it?" "So when I was on a work trip you'd chew in the house?" Um, yeah, the only thing that stopped me when I could "chew in peace" was a blister on my tongue. Anyway...

You're quit now. Post roll every day and don't forget how stupid and selfish you were in the past.

It's good that they know. Just explain everything to them.

You are doing Great T! My wife knew I dipped, but not how much. I told her 1-2 cans a week. (It was really 2 cans per day) I used to throw the empties onto a high shelf in our garage behind all the camping gear I only ever took down. Till one day last summer she loaned the tent to a friend and HUNDREDS of empty chew cans came spilling down on her and her best friend. I remember the call at work I got from her. Pretty hilarious now. Not so funny then. Good Times! 'bang head' You and I were total idiot addicts. But not anymore! We are all quit together. Keep Going!

[Grizzlyhasclaws]

Had a great reminder today about how real nic addiction is, and what addicts we truly are.

I live with my parents at the moment (in between leases), same house I grew up in. I started chewing when I was a sophomore in high school. Parents are very strict, they only drink maybe twice a year, and that's about one glass of wine per session. Neither use nic, my mom has un curable cancer, she has for the last 12 years. Very treatable, just not curable. I kept my addiction a secret from them, especially since I was underage.  So I was really a f'n asshole to be using under their roof.

I came home from work today and went upstairs to change clothes. Sitting in the hallway was a sight that made my heart drop. Two brown grocery bags, filled to the brim with empty chew cans and spitters. My Dad was doing some electrical work in my old bedroom (converted computer room) and moved an old tv stand of mine. A door opened on the stand and out came pouring the contents, I've been told. I had forgot I even had done that, 10 years after I started chewing, my parents are still discovering old stash spots of mine. Stash spots filled with incriminating evidence for an underage dipper. dozens of half full spitters, 50 or so empty cans of chew. Here I am, 24 years old now and I see what a fucking idiot I was.

So now my parents are questioning if I'm still using or not. I showed them my can of Smokey Mountain in my pocket. I shared with them I use a quit site and gain lots of strength and encouragement from using that site. They believe me, but damn what a slap in the face for them. They shouldn't have to discover old shit of mine, hidden in secret spots around their house. I feel really fucking discouraged right now. Embarrassed is also an emotion I'm feeling. 26 days quit and I feel like I'm right back to where I started. Defending myself to my parents that I don't use. I know I've honored my daily promise since being quit. I guess that's all that really matters. Time heals everything, and with time my parents will see that I'm serious about this and don't use that shit anymore. NAFAR.

Dang.

For what it's worth, this is a bit serendipitous. In an instant you gained layers of accountability and you've been slapped in the face with the endless lies you told. Embrace it. Tell them what day you're on... in fact, tell anyone who will listen what day you're on. Welcome the accountability with open arms - it shreds The Addict's plans of self preservation.

My wife always knew that I chewed but we had a sort of don't ask/don't tell policy (don't ask/don't fight). I lied to her all the time, but they were "white lies", or at least that's what I told myself. "You're still chewing?" she'd ask. "Yeah, every once in a while," I'd say, letting myself off the hook on the technicality even though "every once in a while" meant "once" in an hour (while). She's proud of my quit, 252 days today, but she continues to be baffled by the lying. "Where'd you hide it?" "So when I was on a work trip you'd chew in the house?" Um, yeah, the only thing that stopped me when I could "chew in peace" was a blister on my tongue. Anyway...

You're quit now. Post roll every day and don't forget how stupid and selfish you were in the past.

It's good that they know. Just explain everything to them.

[Minny]

Had a great reminder today about how real nic addiction is, and what addicts we truly are.

I live with my parents at the moment (in between leases), same house I grew up in. I started chewing when I was a sophomore in high school. Parents are very strict, they only drink maybe twice a year, and that's about one glass of wine per session. Neither use nic, my mom has un curable cancer, she has for the last 12 years. Very treatable, just not curable. I kept my addiction a secret from them, especially since I was underage.  So I was really a f'n asshole to be using under their roof.

I came home from work today and went upstairs to change clothes. Sitting in the hallway was a sight that made my heart drop. Two brown grocery bags, filled to the brim with empty chew cans and spitters. My Dad was doing some electrical work in my old bedroom (converted computer room) and moved an old tv stand of mine. A door opened on the stand and out came pouring the contents, I've been told. I had forgot I even had done that, 10 years after I started chewing, my parents are still discovering old stash spots of mine. Stash spots filled with incriminating evidence for an underage dipper. dozens of half full spitters, 50 or so empty cans of chew. Here I am, 24 years old now and I see what a fucking idiot I was.

So now my parents are questioning if I'm still using or not. I showed them my can of Smokey Mountain in my pocket. I shared with them I use a quit site and gain lots of strength and encouragement from using that site. They believe me, but damn what a slap in the face for them. They shouldn't have to discover old shit of mine, hidden in secret spots around their house. I feel really fucking discouraged right now. Embarrassed is also an emotion I'm feeling. 26 days quit and I feel like I'm right back to where I started. Defending myself to my parents that I don't use. I know I've honored my daily promise since being quit. I guess that's all that really matters. Time heals everything, and with time my parents will see that I'm serious about this and don't use that shit anymore. NAFAR.

Dang.

For what it's worth, this is a bit serendipitous. In an instant you gained layers of accountability and you've been slapped in the face with the endless lies you told. Embrace it. Tell them what day you're on... in fact, tell anyone who will listen what day you're on. Welcome the accountability with open arms - it shreds The Addict's plans of self preservation.

My wife always knew that I chewed but we had a sort of don't ask/don't tell policy (don't ask/don't fight). I lied to her all the time, but they were "white lies", or at least that's what I told myself. "You're still chewing?" she'd ask. "Yeah, every once in a while," I'd say, letting myself off the hook on the technicality even though "every once in a while" meant "once" in an hour (while). She's proud of my quit, 252 days today, but she continues to be baffled by the lying. "Where'd you hide it?" "So when I was on a work trip you'd chew in the house?" Um, yeah, the only thing that stopped me when I could "chew in peace" was a blister on my tongue. Anyway...

You're quit now. Post roll every day and don't forget how stupid and selfish you were in the past.

[THansen2413]

Had a great reminder today about how real nic addiction is, and what addicts we truly are.

I live with my parents at the moment (in between leases), same house I grew up in. I started chewing when I was a sophomore in high school. Parents are very strict, they only drink maybe twice a year, and that's about one glass of wine per session. Neither use nic, my mom has un curable cancer, she has for the last 12 years. Very treatable, just not curable. I kept my addiction a secret from them, especially since I was underage. So I was really a f'n asshole to be using under their roof.

I came home from work today and went upstairs to change clothes. Sitting in the hallway was a sight that made my heart drop. Two brown grocery bags, filled to the brim with empty chew cans and spitters. My Dad was doing some electrical work in my old bedroom (converted computer room) and moved an old tv stand of mine. A door opened on the stand and out came pouring the contents, I've been told. I had forgot I even had done that, 10 years after I started chewing, my parents are still discovering old stash spots of mine. Stash spots filled with incriminating evidence for an underage dipper. dozens of half full spitters, 50 or so empty cans of chew. Here I am, 24 years old now and I see what a fucking idiot I was.

So now my parents are questioning if I'm still using or not. I showed them my can of Smokey Mountain in my pocket. I shared with them I use a quit site and gain lots of strength and encouragement from using that site. They believe me, but damn what a slap in the face for them. They shouldn't have to discover old shit of mine, hidden in secret spots around their house. I feel really fucking discouraged right now. Embarrassed is also an emotion I'm feeling. 26 days quit and I feel like I'm right back to where I started. Defending myself to my parents that I don't use. I know I've honored my daily promise since being quit. I guess that's all that really matters. Time heals everything, and with time my parents will see that I'm serious about this and don't use that shit anymore. NAFAR.

[Grizzlyhasclaws]

Since I didn't update my introduction on my 20th day quit, I owe it to myself to update my records on my 25th day quit.

It's been 3.5 weeks since I made the promise to myself, and to all of you to give up the nic bitch, once and for all. I've honored my word for every one of those 25 days. Approaching addiction ODAAT is an absolute must. I never understood that before I came here. I can promise to not use for just 1 day. 24 hours, that's all they ask of you here. Don't use for 24 hours, come back tomorrow, and we'll do it all over again. I can't say where my life or mood will be 3 months from now. For now though, I know I made a promise before even getting out of bed this morning, and I honor that promise all of today. I know people cave, for a variety of reasons, but if you honestly use this place like it's intended, you CAN'T cave. It's not an option.

Here's where I am at, 25 days quit
-feeling damn good. Rarely think of using nic. Still use Smokey Mountain on a daily basis.
-this journey has only begun, but I'm learning to be less of a "yes man" and stand up for myself, mostly at work. I guess I just went along with flow and did whatever was asked of me no matter how shitty it was, when I was using. Since being quit, I have discovered I have a voice and a firm personality that I can use more often
-I've learned that I'm not alone in this. Looking in front of me, I see people who've notched 100's of days of being quit, even 1000's of days. I look behind me and see new quitters, on day 1 or day 5. I can relate to what they're feeling and offer support or a lifeline.
-I've learned I pissed away a lot of money, that I worked hard for, on a product that I never needed but selfishly chose to use. I knew it was bad for me, I knew it was expensive, and I knew I needed it to function. I was right on the first 2 statements, but so dead wrong on the last. Now I can say with a clear mind and heart full of motivation, "I never knew I didn't need chew to get through the day."

Proud as f*ck to quit with June and all of you savages on here!

Pure badassery! I like it!

[THansen2413]

Since I didn't update my introduction on my 20th day quit, I owe it to myself to update my records on my 25th day quit.

It's been 3.5 weeks since I made the promise to myself, and to all of you to give up the nic bitch, once and for all. I've honored my word for every one of those 25 days. Approaching addiction ODAAT is an absolute must. I never understood that before I came here. I can promise to not use for just 1 day. 24 hours, that's all they ask of you here. Don't use for 24 hours, come back tomorrow, and we'll do it all over again. I can't say where my life or mood will be 3 months from now. For now though, I know I made a promise before even getting out of bed this morning, and I honor that promise all of today. I know people cave, for a variety of reasons, but if you honestly use this place like it's intended, you CAN'T cave. It's not an option.

Here's where I am at, 25 days quit
-feeling damn good. Rarely think of using nic. Still use Smokey Mountain on a daily basis.
-this journey has only begun, but I'm learning to be less of a "yes man" and stand up for myself, mostly at work. I guess I just went along with flow and did whatever was asked of me no matter how shitty it was, when I was using. Since being quit, I have discovered I have a voice and a firm personality that I can use more often
-I've learned that I'm not alone in this. Looking in front of me, I see people who've notched 100's of days of being quit, even 1000's of days. I look behind me and see new quitters, on day 1 or day 5. I can relate to what they're feeling and offer support or a lifeline.
-I've learned I pissed away a lot of money, that I worked hard for, on a product that I never needed but selfishly chose to use. I knew it was bad for me, I knew it was expensive, and I knew I needed it to function. I was right on the first 2 statements, but so dead wrong on the last. Now I can say with a clear mind and heart full of motivation, "I never knew I didn't need chew to get through the day."

Proud as f*ck to quit with June and all of you savages on here!

[Grizzlyhasclaws]

Jeez last time I posted in my introduction was 10 days ago. My how the time flies when you QLF! 22 days of quit now under my belt. It wasn't easy getting to double deuces, but oh how sweet it feels. Contrary to my first 2 weeks on here, I've now been speaking up a bit more. As fate would have it, I was one of the first quitters to join June Quit Saloon (it will always be June Bugs to me) :rolleyes: . At 22 days quit, I feel it's my obligation to help, correct, motivate, listen to young quitters in June group. I remember how shitty the suck was and having vet's guide and encourage me through it. Like other's say daily, the recipe isn't complicating. Thousands of others have tested this recipe and every time it comes out as a savory, delicious bowl of success. But, you have to follow the recipe for it to work. Correct me if I'm wrong, please.

My understanding of the recipe
-Post Roll EDD, first thing
-Immerse yourself in this site, free chat, different threads
-Exchange numbers and emails with fellow quits, build your network up
-ODAAT, anybody can do anything for just one measly day
-Under no circumstance is putting a dip in your lip a justifiable answer

Things do get better. I still have tough days, I still think of that shit every once and a while. But I'm silencing the nic bitch every day just a little more. With my understanding of the recipe, failure is not an option for myself and it shouldn't be for you either!

Nice post. As far as I can tell you are a bad ass quitter! Keep up the good work brother.