15 days in. I know that's not any kind of a milestone or anything, but tomorrow will mark the one-month anniversary of not chewing tobacco. It's actually been more than a month since I bought the last tin of my life.
I know I've only been off nicotine for 15 days, but to me the day I put in that last dip of Griz will always be my quit day. October 9, 2011 will be like a birthday for me from now on.
I know people have strong feelings about using nicotine replacements, but I'd be lying if I said two weeks of using gum to break the chew habit didn't help me tremendously when I finally decided to kick nic altogether. It might not be as badass as just quitting cold turkey, but when the goal is to quit the nic bitch, the ends are more important than the means.
Though the "new quit smell" is starting to wear off, I'm settling-in nicely with my quit. I still feel great, energized and excited that I can go into the world each day knowing that I won't be dependent on that cancerous lip-turd to get me through. I've had some tough tests in recent days, too. My friend remains in a coma after suffering massive stroke, my brother is going through some very trying personal matters, and I nearly drove my truck into a river over the weekend but was saved by the kindess of a stranger. All pretty stressful stuff. Never once did I even THINK about wavering on my quit.
My quit is strong.