It's that scary time for me ... a month in. Over the years I made it a month before and then I let that stupid thought enter my head that tells me see you made it a month so you have control of this. OH YEAH ... then I go out and buy a can and start that stupid cycle all over again.Â
This time however I have my brothers out there watching out for me and keeping quit with me. Holding me accountable! I like that.
I have over the last few days had to sit down and argue with myself. I have had to tell myself that hey you are so over tobacco and there is nothing the body or mind can say about it. There is no nicotine in your system and look ... you lived to tell about it so no matter what there is no call to going backward.Â
I still find myself zoning out now and then but I am starting to think that it's just me and no longer the nicotine cravings.Â
I am looking forward to 100 day HOF. I am so quit. Thanks brothers ... oh and sisters too.Â
BearHawk.
This is a little hokey, but I think in analogies so bear with me.
I'm pretty sure that it was my boy Trauma that introduced me to this analogy, but when I first heard it I didn't know wtf he was talking about. It makes a ton of sense now and I hope it does for you. For the rest of our lives there will be two choices for us: addiction and freedom. I think of them as two islands that are connected by a wooden bridge about 50 yards long.
All you had do to get to Freedom Island was make a decision to leave Addiction Island and walk across the bridge. It was kinda scary, but you made it. You're been on Freedom long enough to know that it's a great place, but that bridge is still there and you can see your toothless buddies hanging out across the way. You can still hear the Siren's Song, too... For whatever reason, you feel compelled to go back. Day by day, the old bridge is becoming rotten and overgrown, but it's still there.
You need to load up a van with 55gal drums of gas, get it rolling toward the bridge, and light the fuse. Burn that SOB and walk away. To hell with Addiction Island; that f'n place is filled with false dreams and it reeks of death and decay. You were just there so long that you didn't notice it.
There's no going back. F that. BURN IT.
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Do I remember my life as a chewer? I do.
Do I still crave? I do.
Will I ever dip again? I can't say.
Will I dip today? I will not.
-Chewie