After years of everyone telling me I needed to quit and promising my wife that when we had kids I would....I finally threw the last can in the trash 19 days ago. I'm 42 and been dipping since about as long as I can remember. Probably daily for the last 25 years. I really felt guilty about it after seeing my daughter who is now 5, doing what Daddy does by spitting in the trash can and then getting her own spit bottle. As many of you have probably done, I kept promising myself and others that I would do it, but that day never came until a few weeks ago. I looked in my mouth and saw the receding gums and the big white stretch marks and said to myself how bad that looks and this shit needs to stop.
It hasnt been nearly as bad as some people have it. The cravings at night are the worst, but I just plow through. Hard candy, beef jerky, and coffee have been the saviors so far. I find the cravings and/or thoughts of needing a dip decrease more each day. I often find myself reaching in my pocket without even thinking about it to get a dip and just have to laugh at myself.
The only thing that is really bothering me so far is that the tip of my tongue has a feeling like it is numb or like I burned it on hot food and sometimes it feels like I cant talk right. Nothing visible is wrong, so I hope it is just my tongue healing itself from being bathed in skoal juice every day for umpteen years.
I am glad I found this site as it has given me alot of knowledge and drive to keep up the fight.