Three weeks without a chew. Three days without the gum. Feeling good.
So far I really haven't had a serious craving. I've had caving dreams, but each time I wake up from one of those I just all that more motivated to stay quit. Seeds, Smokey Mountain for the times I KNOW I'll have a serious crave, and gum are doing the trick. So far no freak-out moments.
I did find myself struggling to pay attention to my girlfriend last night. She was talking about work and I just didn't want to listen to her at all. I was SUPER annoyed as she talked about drama involving co-workers. I just wanted to say, "I don't want to hear any more..." But that would have be a super dickhead thing to do to her, so I chalked it up to the quit and did my best to indulge her. Then I went to bed as fast as I could after that. I think that little period of impatience and anxiousness was the worst of the symptoms so far. Other than that, I've been sailing right along without any problems. Not to say I don't have withdrawal symptoms, but they're definitely manageable.
Turns out the bartender at my happy-hour joint was inspired by my quit. He killed the can about 12 days ago and ripped off his patch as of yesterday. I told him I was with him. I also gave him the link to this website and told him he should join in on the fun. We'll see if he shows up. I told him what huge assholes all you guys were, so maybe, just maybe we'll see him around here soon.