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    Smasher
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    This isn't my first time through this part. It's not nice but after 72 hours it's gone for the most part. Same crap basically as any other quit during this stage. I kinda snap at small stuff and way more aggressive than normal (I'm aggressive as is but this puts me in orbit) I just gotta make sure I'm not jumping all over somebody for basically nothing. As far as fog I never get that part, anger is my withdrawal thing so I just gotta watch out for that.

  1. Today is February 27th, 2017.

     

    I quit dipping Copenhagen November 27th, 2016.

     

    I've gone 3 months or 90 days without dip.

     

    Contrary to what I've imagined this moment would be, it is another day. It is another day without dip, however, it is another day of progress. I want to celebrate today, but I'm too busy. I'm too busy living my life and doing the things I want and need to do to get ahead.

     

    And I'll do them all without dip.

     

    I can't tell you all how happy it makes me to know and feel it in my bones that tobacco is not a part of my life anymore. I know that it never will be. I am so much stronger now than on November 27th, 2016. I'm so glad I was strong enough to try to walk away from it that day - it has turned out to be one of the best decisions I've ever made.

     

    Everything has sprung into progressive action once I shook tobacco. I have taken hold of my life and pushed it exactly in the direction I've been wanting it to go all along. I have legitimately gotten into the best shape of my life, I'm happier and healthier than ever, and I'm doing way more with way less. I'm not making excuses for myself anymore, I'm not leaning on tobacco to comfort me, I'm just getting ahead... every chance I can get.

     

    If I had advice for those of you who are scanning these blogs, contemplating your quit, this is the best advice I can give you:

     

    - You must prioritize your quit as your #1 priority for 2 weeks. I'm talking about putting it above your job, your family, your happiness, your friends, your sleep, your exercise, your diet - everything. Your full time job for 2 weeks is to not put tobacco in your lip. Be selfish, be weird, be angry - be whatever you have to be to commit to the quit.

     

    - Significant personal change takes emotional, momentous, and MASSIVE action. Get pissed, quantify what this means to you, do something dramatic and start.

     

    - Take pride in the fact that you are doing something hard, and prepare to use it as a springboard to excel you forward.

     

    - You must hate it. You have to hate dip and what it has done to you. You have to think back to all the planning, the anxiety when you would run out. Your "must-have" trigger times. You have to hate it.

     

    - Most importantly, you must be able to look into your future, objectively, and find where you will fail next and circumnavigate that failure in your head before you get there. You have to already be mentally prepared to say no or get away from the situation, crave, etc. before it shows up. This has been the key to my success and my quit.

     

    Excited about my new life without Copenhagen and the new doors it has opened for me.

     

    Drop me a message or comment - I'd love to share and help others with their quit.

     

     

    -Chip

     

  2. Funny story, I had a mini freak-out the other night. But I stayed strong though the ordeal, and only got a little panicked, but for good reason. I guess I need to mention two things (maybe 3) before telling the story, so I'll just start with those...

     

    1) If you've read my other blog entries, you know I'm the kind of dipper that's one pinch away from a can-a-day habit. During the course of this quit I've realized that. Up until now, the two times I've tried to "quit" have really been me going through and substituting one form of nicotine for another while I pat the hell out of my own back about how tough quitting is. I'm just that kind of dipper. It's a part of me and it will always be. So, if I want this quit to last, there can be no exceptions. No cigars with the guys I was deployed with during reunions. No cigarettes with friends on summer Seattle nights down at the bars. I can drink, but I just can't have any nicotine.

     

    2) My family and I go on one skiing/snowboarding trip each year to my wife's tiny hometown in Northeastern Washington over the long weekend in January. The kids have fun. My wife and I have fun. It happens one time annually, so the equipment doesn't get a big workout but once a year. I board with a small backpack so that I have hand warmers and chapstick and stuff for the kids. It stays in the A-bag I have my other boarding stuff in and it only comes out for air at this time every year.

     

    2.5) My wife travels for work sometimes and she was gone last Thursday night.

     

    So, there I was. Trying to be the good dad and get my own shit together before dogging all the kids to make sure they had hats and gloves and everything the needed for the ski trip next weekend. I keep all my equipment/clothing in one of my big military bags that can hold a surprisingly large amount of stuff. I was going through it making sure that I still had enough of everything and that all was up to date (enough bandaids, motrin, emergency vials of whiskey, etc.) and I found my boarding backpack. Just a small Camelback that my unit got for us all a long time ago that fits pretty well under my coat. It can carry everything I need on the slopes for a day. As I pulled it out of the A-bag, the backpack hit my helmet and made a sound. A solid, but metallic sound. A "clink" and a "thump" at the same time. It could only be one thing. Last season, I had always kept an emergency can of dip in the iPod pocket of this backpack just to make damn sure I wouldn't be stuck without a stash. I found last year's sealed stash last Thursday. My wife was out of town, so the self-discipline to do what needed to be done was entirely up to me. I didn't care that it was expired for 9 months. I mean, how healthy is that shit to begin with??? Does it need an expiration date? Anyway, I unzipped the compartment and a pristine maroon can of Skoal long cut straight slid out into my hand just perfectly. I grabbed the can in the habitual grip, gave it a thump with my finger and a well-practiced flick of the wrist. It sounded...perfect. I can still hear the paper seal tearing as I slid my fingernail around the familiar "open here to kill yourself slowly...painfully...and without any control" groove and popped off the lid. I held it up to my nose thinking that it would smell bad...that I wouldn't like it. I know reformed smokers who say that they now can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke. I think those guys are effing liars. It was glorious. My eyes were slightly watering as was my mouth. And I freaked out a bit.

     

    I hadn't yet crossed the line into "nobody will know or find out" land, but I didn't want to get there. I immediately bolted for the bathroom. There was no fucking way I could ever throw this can away. I'd be digging that bitch out of the trash soon enough. It wouldn't matter if it were buried under used kitty litter, the can is sealed...it's probably fine. More drastic measures had to happen. I flushed the contents. Three times. Then, took the empty can to the sink and washed both the can and the lid out with soap, then put them back together, walked back to my 2nd floor bedroom window, and flung the empty can into the 4-degree night. If I had the damn thing in my room, there's a chance I would have smelled it for two hours before finally breaking down and heading to the store for another can and a refill for my Xyban...(which worked for me, by the way, for those of you thinking about using it). After that, I was satisfied at my exorcism of demons put on this earth to haunt me and was able to go back to what I was doing...getting my shit ready to take my family skiing.

     

    The point of the story is this: cravings make zero sense. We all have to be strong and ever ready to take whatever drastic measures are required to violently stomp down cravings whenever they appear. I am at 66 days quit today. So I had been quit for 64 days when I found that year-old can in my snowboarding bag. I hadn't had as much as a single thought about dip for 72 hours. My last minor craving was when my wife went to the airport on Tuesday for her trip. Other then thinking in good fun, "She'll never catch my slip-up now" I didn't have a single thought about dip from that day until Thursday night at 11PM. But when it hit, it brought a fucking sledge. But, I fought back. I fought back in a crazy "I'm going to show up to your door with a hacksaw and a bag of lime" kind of way, but that's what it takes with this addiction for me. I can't pull any punches. I have to do whatever it takes. I'm not giving up on my quit. I'm proud of my 66 days, even though it may not sound like much to some of the guys on here. One day, it'll be 660 days, then 6600. And that won't change what I'm going though now and it won't cheapen my current fight later. I have a healthy respect for the strength of my addition...and I'm damn sure afraid of it. I'm not going to assume I have a craving beat, and I'm not taking chances. We're all in this together, but it's an individual struggle that we all must fight.

     

    I'm going to keep going overboard, however crazy/funny/absurd the actions I take to keep the quit alive. I'm done dipping, but dip will never be done with me. I know that about myself and I fight that every day. You can do that too.

     

  3. When I resolved to begin this quit, I also resolved to go to an ENT (ear-nose-throat) doctor to get checked out asap. As long as I was dipping, I would never do this, of course, because it would be like going to a whorehouse right before going to church: hypocritical. On around Day 6 of this quit, a node under my chin right where I used to place my dip swelled up and was painful to the touch. I've been here before: any experienced dipper has had changes in their oral cavity that concern them. But the pattern is predictable: you quit and swear off dipping forever, the wound or whatever it was heals, and you go right back out and buy a fresh can to "celebrate" your health.

     

    In this case, I was already resolved to go an ENT, and when a lymph node flared up all it did was get me in there faster. Why do I already have an ENT? Because FOUR YEARS AGO when something similar happened I went to see one. We are talking insanity here: doing the same thing over and over (dipping) and expecting different results.

     

    Cut to: the good news - I got a call from the ENT today informing me that the biopsy of my cheek-gum-flesh that he ripped out came back clear. In one sense I feel like I've been handed a new life. Any dipper who has had a big scare knows the hell of coming to the realization that you've risked EVERYTHING for a worthless "product" that ultimately delivers NOTHING. To have that weight lifted feels like being born again.

     

    So yes, I'm psyched and grateful. But unlike prior quits, there's nowhere in my brain that I'm thinking "all clear, dip away". This time, finally, I've learned the toll that such worry takes on you isn't worth going back. It's just NOT. When my first child (Ingrid, my daughter) was born, I really thought I'd quit. When my second (Eli, my son) was born I really, really thought I'd quit. They are 5 and 2 as of this writing and I am just 12 days quit. What's different this time is, yes, my personal stakes are raised: I'm not a childless 20-something dipping my ass of for the fuck-thrill of it. But what's also different, is that just because the Doc says things look good today, that doesn't mean they will a year from now whether it's dipping related or some other damned thing. I chewed - relentlessly - for just shy of 2 decades! I've got no illusions that I may pay the Piper still...

     

    BUT... TODAY, RIGHT NOW, I AM QUIT. And I have a choice how to move forward: either I say "fuck it, the damage is done, damn the torpedos, roll the dice, and dip my ass off all the way down" (philosophers call this nihilism) OR...STAY QUIT. That actually is a real choice for me - meaning I dipped enough, long enough to where I can see rolling the dice as an option...what makes me angry and is so hard to let go of now is that I went as LONG as I did: angry at the tobacco co's, angry at myself for not reigning it in, angry at LIFE for throwing shit situations at me that made dipping SO appealing...angry at ALL OF IT.

     

    But with this doc telling me "you're good" coupled with how one comes to understand "grace" in this life, I choose 2 things:

     

    1. To forgive myself for all the stupidity up to this point. Let the anger go, let the blame get spread all around until it falls through the cracks into nothingness, and say, "THAT-WAS-THAT." You dipped. You dipped. You DIPPED. Because it made you feel better...because it made you feel worse...because it was fun...because you were bored...because, because, because... The reasons weren't all stupid, but in the end it really, really is stupid SO........."THAT-WAS-THAT".

     

    And with that cleared up, the only obvious way to move forward is...

     

    2. NEVER DIPPING AGAIN. You are forgiven by whatever force be it yourself or what some might call "grace"....meaning if your mistake catches up with you in the future, fine...it won't be a remnant of THIS time, the moment that freed you of any guilt or shame forever. Regardless of the outcome or what may happen.... TODAY, RIGHT NOW - AND EACH DAY FORWARD, AS FAR AS DIPPING IS CONCERNED - you are "all good".

     

    SO STAY QUIT, AND GO LIVE!

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    dave42
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    Had really bad cravings tonight. I've had cravings all day, but there was a particular one tonight that was brutal. It lasted 14 minutes. My mouth felt physically swollen, like it was hurting for a dip.

     

    My mind went through all the usual tricks -

    • "Why would you ever want to put yourself through this?"
    • "You have time - you can quit later."
    • "You're really stressed from work. You need snuff to deal with the pressure."

    But then I had an unusual thought - THIS IS ALL IN MY HEAD. My job is very stressful right now - tons of pressure. Unforeseen repairs to my house and car have impacted my bank account - tons of pressure. But not having snuff? The pressure isn't real. It's all made up, and exists only in my head. And somehow it's worse than the realities of work and finances? That doesn't make sense.

     

    So I waited out the craving until it passed, all 14 brutal minutes of it. And three minutes later, I was hit with wave two. But it was better this time, because IT WASN'T REAL - IT WAS ALL IN MY HEAD.

     

    Looking forward to posting "Day 2" to Roll Call tomorrow, and looking forward to the rest of my life.

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    How am I going to do this thing?----Quitting is for quitters i used to say.

    I 've tried so many times over the past 20 years. I' ve gone from chew to cigars and cigars to chew, from every other concocktion i could think of. My dentist fixed my gums over 10 years ago and told me to quit and i said i would or will. I 've had every excuse in the book, after hunting season, in the spring, during the winter, bla--bla---bla. I am ashamed of myself to be controlled by a can of crap.

    i don't know how to live with out it. I need it to drive, think, wake up,work,read, study, get the mail, mow the lawn, snowblow the driveway, and right now typing this to you on this p.c. But instead i have a peppermint candy and will continue to vent my rage and misfortune to all who will listen to me on this site that i thankfully stummbled upon the other night when i decided it was time to kick this nasty, dirty, disgusting, expensive habit. please forgive me----i am not good with computers and spelling and have a highschool diploma. But i believe we have something in common, we are dippers and are desperetly trying and making an effort to quit the can. the hound-----new member as of 1-1-2015------------thank you everyone-----------for just being you!

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    BamaBo
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    So I had my first nic fit tonight. I was tired and working and I realized I was jonesing for a dip. I shook my head and didn't do it. This is going to suck, but I am determined to succeed. The nic fit didn't last very long. I'll try and remember to time them going forward. I don't think they last very long.

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    I am 57 years old and have been dipping snuff for about 35 years. The dipping part is bad enough but the worst part about it was the lies that I told my wife. I would contantly tell her that I was quit but she always found the evidence. I always promised her I would quit but I never did. I hope this last time hasn't pushed her to the point of completely giving up on me, but I couldnt blame her if she did. Im turning to this group for help. I cant do this on my on. I have tried before but the conviction just wasnt there. Right now I have been tobacco free for 5 days. I will do whatever it takes, going to local meetings, seeking out counceling

    whatever. I would be very happy to accept any advice you guys can give me

     

    Thanks

    Jim

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    Hello all, hello self. Tomorrow is my quit date. I've chewed consistent since I was in High School. I'm now 34 and still at it. I easily chew a can a day, sometimes more. I have stopped chewing a few times before for few months, now is the time to quit. No more stopping, I want to say days, months, years down the road I quit tobacco September 6 2014.

     

    Since that first dip I've gotten married, fathered 4 beautiful children. I'm choosing to quit tobacco so I can enjoy every second alive with my beautiful wife, children and family. I'm peeing cash down the drain that could be used to better our lives. I'm basically paying to kill myself.

     

    I know this is going to be a rough ride. I am an extremely nervous and anxious person and always throwing that dip in during times of nerves and anxiety.

     

    This blog is as much to keep me focused and to talk myself through daily frustrations with quitting than sharing a story. Until tomorrow. Goodnight.

     

    B

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    Flavius Victor
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    March 7, 2014

     

    I had just gotten off the phone with a co-worker of mine. He and I had been trying to have lunch together for about a month but it seemed the stars just weren't lining up right; today was different. After agreeing on the spot, we hug up and I finished up on a few things before heading outside to get on the bike. The restaurant was about a 20 minute ride and Justin was working remote from his house about 30 minutes away so, I took my time as I got ready. Armored jacket, gloves, helmet. Admittedly, I don't always wear all my gear but in hindsight, I'm glad I did this time.

     

    It happened within a mile of the office. As I rode through the first intersection, I remember thinking how lite traffic was; this was going to be a nice leisurely ride. As i was leaving the first turn, I could see the car making its way through the parking lot. It slowed as it approached the street, as if it were stopping, but it didn't. I remember hitting my breaks and thinking that I needed to lay my motorcycle down and get away from it, then everything went black.

     

    When I came to, I was on my back, on the street next to the car. I wasn't feeling a lot of pain but I could tell something was wrong. I remember asking someone to call an ambulance and I remember telling someone to get my phone out of my back pocket and call my wife, I must have been going in and out of consciousness because I only remember bits and pieces. Paramedic asking me where I hurt. "Obvious left humerus fracture" one of them said as another was cutting my jacket off. Now we are in the ambulance; I can hear muffled voices but its dark and I cant see what's going on but, I feel hand down my left side and then the pain as he presses on my rib cage and asks me if it hurts. I remember telling him yes and then telling him i was having a hard time breathing. Suddenly, we're in the ER at the hospital. After a CT scan, they wheel me back to the ER where my wife is waiting. We were able to talk briefly before they said I needed to go into surgery and then it all went black again. Seven days later, they woke me up from my long, drug induced sleep.

     

    Damage Assessment:

    Ruptured Spleen - lost six pints of blood

    Collapsed Lung

    Five Broken Ribs

    Broken Left Humerus

    Broken Left Thumb

     

     

    Oh, and the motorcycle. My 2012 Harley-Davidson FLSTFBL (Fat Boy-Lo) is still at the repair shop. Not a total loss but repairable; like me I guess.

  5. 302-days 3rd floor, Im a slacker for not posting something in the last 100 days, not that anyones success , except maybe mine, hinges on the words I put here. No excuse but I make them up in my head so I can lay mine down at night. 300 days. The last 3-weeks have been murder, capped by many triggers

     

    1. Road Trips

    2. Long Work Days

    3. Social Obligations (A wedding this morning after working two 14+ hour days)

    4. Professional challenges reduction in staff coupled with increasing workload

    5. Personal life Im a different person now, and its impacting my wife

     

    All that being said, the list above would have made the old me fold like a cheap lawn chair and reach for the can. No more. Ive struggled too long now, Ive earned the badge of an honorable quitter. Ive suffered at the hands of crave after crave, Ive endured the loneliness that comes with ending my toxic love affair with dip, and Ive chosen the path of personal freedom from that life-stealing nic-bitch. I am a new person, and each single day, no more than that for me still, I gain a little back of what I lost. Money, time, health, esteem, insight, courage, and determination are just a few of pieces of lifes game that I bring back to where they belong. I will treat the next day the same as I treat today. I will wake up and commit to quit. If I am challenged along the way, I will stand firm, I will maintain my accountability, I resolve to not let nicotine, in any form, control my life nor will I let it win the Game of My Life.

     

    Man do I love playing golf!

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    So this is my Quit Blog. I'm on day 8 so I guess I should fill in the blanks here a bit. Like the title sais ive been tobacco free since (TFS) 2-13-14. My story isn't that important and after the way it was thrown in my face yesterday I don't care to type it out again. Abbreviated version: My wife found my can in my backpack while looking for my keys and that started day 1. I was pretty sucessful in keeping my craving at bay last time i tried to quit so I felt well prepared this time.

     

    Day 1-6 all I had was 4mg Nicotine losenges which worked very well, they taste like crap but they kept me from freaking out on people. FYI walmart has them, I like the losenges more than gum, never tried a patch because im an instant gratification kind of guy so popping a losenge in my cheek was alright.

     

    Day 7(yesterday) I got my Jakes Mint Chew order in and I like it a lot. If anyone if interested I could do a review just let me know. Ive only tried Smokey Mountain Chew and Bacc off (pouches) in the past. Quick overview, Bacc off Pouches were terrible just nasty. SMC is super convienient since it is sold at walmart, but i never knew if they would have my flavor in stock and the texture wasnt the best but it did help me out alot. JMC is the winner now though.

     

    Joined this site yesterday, in an effort to "do it right" this time. Had a bad experience getting trolled by a member and it really made me want to use but thankfully this site has enough redeeming qualities (I hope the ignore function works properly) to keep me around and my wife is very supportive and is trying to be more invloved in my quit this time around.

     

    Day 8 (Today) Waking up this morning I still felt drawn to come back here regardless of the inexcusable conduct demonstrated by one member in particular. I understand that if he is really trying to help and thats his "method" ok i respect him for helping in his way but that doesnt work for everyone and its very disrespectful. I said some things I regret in response to him but I don't feel I own him an appology. Ok im done ranting about "that guy" for real now.

     

    Today I decided to start this blog/journal to just get my thoughts out there and help keep me focused on my quit. So I will do my best to make a daily post and just talk about what I'm struggling with and how im coping (pun not intended) day to day. My goal is to open myself up and own this addiction not hide it. I registered on this site with FB so I plan to be an open book when it comes to quitting and use this daily blog as a way to track progress, vent, and reflect.

     

    I am really regretting getting baited by that troll yesterday, I had just came from class and really needed to be studying for my clinicals today and the upcoming exam we have next week. That said, I've got my blog set up now and I plan to make today a good day.

     

    If anyone does end up reading this let me know what you think. I will make a new post daily and be active in other places on the site as well.

  6. I am going to hit my 200 day mark this week. Wow 200 days tobacco free. It has taken my best everything I am from deep in my soul I truly have found out who I am and what I am able to do with help from friends and my wife by my side. I know without the help from every one and the goals of my coin and the tool from this site I would still be using tobacco.

    Last 4th of July I was with my wife's family on a lake and I was unable to truly have fun not being able to have a dip they did not know that I chewed. We did not tell them that I was addicated to tobacco. The whole day was fun but truly hard for me to truly enjoy the day when I was going through tobacco withdrawls and finding a reason to sneak away to have a dip. How sad is it that I was unable to have fun and it was a great day. I quit 3 weeks later. This year I am looking forward to going. I am happy to spend time at the lake. I Have nothing to hide and everything to look forward to- the fun and my one year mark. I know I will make the one year mark because at the end of the day my best is good enough and I want to enjoy things without going through tobacco withdrawls. It is who I am now.

     

     

     

    Last week my best friend came to me and told me he was ready to quit using chewing tabacco. This is the guy that was my bestman at my wedding. I was there when his last kid was born. We go back 20 years- all the way back to high school. We are more like brothers than friends. When I quit back in July he was not yet ready to quit. I was and I took the leap alone. The bad thing is I am the one who gave him his first dip. I am the one who let him take dips off my can until he started buying his own can. His addiction to chewing is on my soul and one I will have to answer to God for.

    He has yet to quit. I, of course, told him about all the tools of this site. I was glad that he was ready to quit and was more than happy to help and at the end of the day he was not ready to quit. How far to push? I know if it was him that quit first and trying to get me to quit i would have been mad and not be open to quitting,. At the end of the day, I have to wait until he is ready to take on the fight. After all, it is his fight. I cannot fight for him but I can let him know I am here if he wants my help.. However, until the day he quits my best is not good enough.

     

    I have never been so happy. My life now belongs to me and not some little can. No more tobacco addiction. Just me and being me is more fun. Thanks for reading and good luck to all you quitters

     

  7. One of the quitters Caved today. Why could have been any reason. Buddy at a football game, Major stress in life, and the lure of having just one dip. It is sad and hard for all of us that quit when one of the great quitters here cave. But the hardest part of any Cave is have to tell others that you caved. I am going to post this 16 step cave prevention check list in hopes that it will help someone else prevent a cave. I have it posted several places and a copy of it in my wallet with my contract. It hurts all of us and I think makes each of us look at our quit. Just remember that if you caved when you are ready to be dip free again, I will be the first inline to help you. PM me for my number.

     

    Here is my Cave prevention checklist. I post it hoping that it will help someone prevent a cave.

     

    Tm thanks for always posting this in all of the new groups. I have added to it and have made a cave prevention check list for myself I have never been able to make it past step 3. It has been a Quit saver for me. Thanks Steve, Sailor, Liz!! If you need a number for this PM me. I will be there 24/7.

     

    The 16 Step Cave prevention check list

     

    1. Deciding to get dip

    2. Get phone numbers from three quitter on this site.

    3. Get approval to cave from one of the quitter you have the phone numbers of.

    4. Get approval to cave from another quitter you have the phone number of.

    5. Get approval to cave from another quitter you have the phone number of (Must have approval from all three quitters).

    6. Print and sign the http://www.quitsmoke...es/contract.php

    7. Getting into the car

    8. Driving to the store

    9. Parking at the store

    10. Getting out of car

    11. Walking into the store

    12. Purchasing dip

    13. Exit store

    14. Open can

    15. Grab a pinch

    16. Putting pinch into mouth.

     

    So, "caving" is no simple act. It actually is a complicated series of actions strung together like beads on a string. Before or during any one of these acts, we have the power to say NOT THIS TIME...."

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    Objective:qualify and quantify the quitting process

     

    Background: started in March 1991, less than one year after arriving at the Naval Academy, fully addicted by the end of May 1990.

     

    Quit #1: January 1994. This last until the end of May/June 1994. While driving west from Maryland, somewhere around Kansas or Iowa, a late night / early morning stop at a gas station coupled with the driving fatigue triggered the urge to pick up a can of Kodiak Wintergreen and Copenhagen Snuff. So concluded Quit #1, it died a quiet death in the midwest in the beginning of the summer of 1994. At this point I was going through one can per week.

     

    Quit #2: December 1996. A new ship = new start. This change of jobs was a chance to reboot. Lose some much needed weight that had piled on over the last two years (about 60 lbs if you must know) and to quit dipping again. That plan worked pretty well in the nicotine addiction department, not so much in the weight department. I packed on more weight...maintained at best, but already what I would consider overweight, particularly for the Navy. Dip-Free lasted only as long as it took for the training cycle to start....about six or seven months, or June or July 1997. Port and Starboard watches (six hours on, six hours off) brought my 1.2 oz friend out of hiding. I was up to one to one and a half cans per week.

     

    Quit #3: 04 November 2013. I'm nearing retirement and the plan is to leave the nicotine habit where I found it- in the Navy. I have other incentives too. The wife doesn't know about it. If she ever discovered the 'nasty and disgusting habit' I'd not only have the problem of being one of 'those people' but also be subjected to philosophical discussions about communication and honesty. And I don't want to think about where those might lead. For the last year I've been tossing around the idea of quitting, knowing that I want to give myself at least six months of tobacoo free before becoming unemployed and having to look for a new job- all great stressors that a person trying to quit needs, right? So, Monday morning, on my way to work, I finger-licked my last can of Cope, not even finding enough to be worth keeping it in. So, I grabbed one of my many spitters lying in the car (luckily grabbing the most recent and not one of the two that were sitting around for the last month- we know how foul that smells. I spit out what I had and decided on the spot that this was my moment of truth.

     

    04 November marked the end of the following destructive habits and behaviors:

    1. Hiding that week's log of Copenhagen behind the books in my book shelf so my wife wouldn't find it

    2. Drinking coffee or tea at all hours of the day to mask the the spit i was returning to the cup

    3. The extra time spent at the gym while vacationing so that I could get a 20 minute dip in....until I discovered the ease of swallowing on those long road trips with pouches

    4. The $1895+ per year I spent on logs of Copenhagen....this doesn't include the miscellaneous crap I'd get with it- the $2 juice bottle with an opaque cover or big label to hide the spit or the numerous packs of gum and mints to mask the breath when I returned home

    5. I've had the same car since joining the Navy. I'll let you picture the long black streak of dried Copenhagen that accumulated under the floor matfrom years of wiping off the thumb and forefinger after plugging the fatty.

    6. Staying up long after my wife went to sleep just so I could put a normal size fatty in and keep it in the lower lip rather than a smaller size that I'd keep in the upper lip or tucked way back in my the molars.

    7. ..........

     

    I was going to keep listing things but the more I thought about them the more absurd I found my behavior had become...and now I find it pathetic. I've become the functional equivalent of Robert Mitchum's character in 'El Dorado,' willing to reach into the spitoon for the coin that would feed my next dip. What wouldn't I do to prolong the habit and keep it hidden from my wife?

     

    I've decided I'm not willing to roll those dice. That's all well and good morally, but I know it takes more than a moral thought to kick the habit. Fortunately, I've done some research on the effects of tobacoo on the humnan body. Long story short- I used this research to mandate when Sailors could take smoke breaks by implementing a comphrehensive smoking policy. I digress...

     

    What I didn't expect in my cold turkey approach is the surge in appetite. I'm already up three pounds in the last two days...and that's already burning 900-1000 calories in 60-70 minute workouts. Last night I ate one and a half packs of mushrooms, two portobello mushrooms, three small heads of broccoli, and half a head of cauliflower. I'm sure the excessive use of salad dressing didn't help mnimize those calories. Ok, full disclosure- my thoughtless co-worker has been brining in Halloween candy and I ate four mini-crunch bars, and three single peanut butter cups- rat bastard. That jacked with a strict diet I've had going on for the last year (I lost about 75 pounds, gained back 20, and have been struggling to get rid of that 20)...mother effin halloween candy doesn't help.

     

    Any other week would have been more ideal (ok, maybe not Thanksgiving or Christmas/Hannukah/etc) but those tiny little pieces of candy are crying out to be eaten and I don't have my 1.2 ounce super friend to help me fight that craving. I'm on my own now...sort of. I have this site and the scores of fellow quitters and my newly minted quitter's blog.

     

    I'll track my progress and attempt to keep it as tight as it was at the beginning before falling into stream of consciousness, but with one more exception to that mantra:

     

    observations of quitting. day 2: my temples hurt. Only so much gum once can chew before it starts having a negative effect; my coffee intake is naturally reduced (two 12 ouncers at work) and one or two cups late afternoon/early evening); I did wake up a couple of times last night and in the morning I was nearly drenched in sweat. WTF is that all about? Am I detoxing on a serious level here or what? Maybe it was just a warm night. I don't know- too odd to be a coincidence.

     

    Let's see. For breakfast and lunch today, I devoured an apple after arranging for it to have a play date with a can of greek yogurt. I had a 6.4oz pouch of tuna drowned in mustard and 10 saltine crakcers...and only 16 oz of water (the bulk of my water intake happens in the afternoon during and after my workout). No Halloweeen candy out today (I think my childish tirade took care of people leaving that crap out).

     

    Oh yeah, before I close: a couple of things that will help me break some triggers:

    1. Any time I got in my car, I'd be jonesing for a dip. I'm getting a new one (first time in 20 years) and don't want my new car to have all the little flakes of Cope sticking to the dash or windows where I'd blow them, or having the spitters roll around in the rear passenger floor. New car, new environment.

    2. More working out hasn't suppressed the appetite, bur drinking more water helps. Dink until I have to go every hour- at least I know I'm hydrated. Doesn't help so much with having to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. A trade-off I'm willing to handle for the moment.

    3. More working out, less dip equals more sleepy. Eliminate the coffee/tea, elimate the trigger (now I don't want to use it as a spitter after I gulp the first cuo). More sleep equals higher metabolism and better fat burn in the long run.

    4. Write blog about dipping while at work. Sitting in my office has always been the biggest trigger. It's where I spend the bulk of my day and also where I want to nod off the most and which Copenhagen has always prevented. This long writing session has helped put into perspective some of my issues, challenges, and has offered some behavoral modifications.

     

    Like I said, I'll tighten it up in future postings, there has just been so much I needed to get out my head.

     

    Comments and feedback welcome. Thank you all for wonderful and helpful forum posts and most importantly, for the creation of this site! At the very least, I'm going to have a blast in my 'third time's the charm' quitting.

     

    c wezl

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    I am 28 years old. I have chewed/dipped snuff since 2004. when i started i only use about one can every few days.. that is because i was hiding it from my parents. When i graduated high school, my mom asked me how long i had beed dipping? Guess moms have ways of finding that stuff out.

     

    Started college in fall of 2004 then i started going threw a can every other day. Before i got married in 2008 i started going threw a can a day. Then as stress with dead end job built up. the snuff was the only thing that kept me sane. Changed jobs.. got a job that required house driving around the oil patch.. That is when 1 to-1 1/2 cans came in to play.

     

    Guess the fact was i enjoyed to dip.. Now i don't enjoy it. It is impossible for me to quit "cold turkey". i have tried this several times. i turn in to the grinch, oscar the grouch.

     

    Now it is 2 cans + a day! there seems to be a pattern here that i don't care for. i have got to stop this habit!!

     

    LET THE RIDE BEGIN!!!!!!!!!

     

     

     

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    Well I've made it to day 7. The weekend was the most challenging, My monday - friday is pretty much all routine. Wake, Walk Dog, Return, Shower, Work, YMCA, Work, Home, Run, Dinner, Repeat. I figured out fairly quickly how to do that routine without chewing. Now Sat & Sun is when it got the most challenging. Working on stuff in the garage, watching football, yard work all those were challenging. made it thru it though and here we are on a Monday again. Back to routine of work week & ready to add more & more days to my quit.

     

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    I have been chewing a can a day for 13 years and have "quit" multiple times. Just found this site and have set a quit date for 09-04-13. Need all the help I can get. Thanks!

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    Hello.

     

    I found this place today, hoping i can find my peace with quitting.

     

    I first had skoal in grade 10..Didn't feel sick or dizzy, i loved it. i did it once in a blue moon all through high school and than i joined the army where everyone Dips....dips a lot.

     

    It is everywhere i look, i was doing a tin a day, no problem, and it canada its 20 bucks a tin, so you can do the math and see how incredible stupid it was to continue to do this, but i couldn't help it. I got myself into this incredible routine. Wake up, do PT and rush home to have a shower, eat, coffee than.... Put a good Dip in. got to work. wait an hour or so...Dip in. dip in. dip in. all day long. My favourite time, was Driving, i could crush a tin on a five hour drive, and never feel better. i was a dip monster, and in the army, it is everywhere , all my friends and peers were doing it, we would talk Dip, share Dip, switch Dip. it was our life. One by one my brothers with quitting successfully... and than there was me. I hoped on the quitting train, Untill day three, than i would cave, buy i tin, feel like shit, go another three days. This has been going on for months now. My friends words of wisdom is, Quit you pussy. I need help. i need a mentor. i am new to this site, i dont know how it works, and Forgive my grammar and sentence and paragraph structure, i blow stuff up for a living, not write novels. so if anyone can help me with this devil, greatly appreciated .

     

     

    cheers!

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    Today is day one. As I am writing this blog I have a chew in. Not sure how this is going to work. I feel like crying, not sure where to go from here... I want to quite for my daughter for myself...

     

    Recently I have started to have a constant sore throat. Not really sore, just feels like there is something always clogging my throat, makes me worry that it may be too late...

     

    I know one thing, if I have cancer. There is NO WAY in HELL that I am going through KEMO or any of that BS.. I have about 4 chews left in my can....

     

    I know this pot smoker that quit cold turkey. She still has her pipe with the pot inside still. She keeps it as a reminder... Nit sure if I can do that but its just a thought...

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    I have been chronicling this journey on a private system that only I have access to see, but thought that by sharing I might be helpful to someone else. Not much to post at this point. I'm just trying to use every tool available to lick this addiction once and for all.

     

    Addiction is the key word. Understanding that my body has changed to accommodate the intake of nicotine. I will alway be addicted to nicotine! The only way to control my addiction is to not take a chew. The first chew starts a whole chain reaction that has had 28 years of practice keeping the nicotine supply turned on. Don't take the first chew and it will just be a passing thought occasionally (at some point).

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    I can feel the inside of my throat. My body aches. And I feel anxiety, almost as if the source of the anxiety is in my blood. My entire body sort of tingles in an annoying, uncomfortable way. I'm either dying of some random disease, or this is my body throwing a temper tantrum because I'm not chewing anymore. I think it's the latter...or former...whichever one means the chewing one. I can never figure those terms out.

     

    I'm on day 6 of being quit. I'm still consistently pulled toward buying a can of chew. All the logical, sane reasons for me to say no to chewing are all just mental thoughts. And as an addict, I've never really listened to rational thought when it comes to having a dip. I could say to myself a thousand times that I'm not going to have a chew, but the second my mind tells me that I will, in fact, have a chew...it's as though it instantly becomes set in stone. The thousand previous no's become void. I WILL have a chew. And so it goes.

     

    Things are different now only because I'm in a quit group. I'm a weak willed person. I cannot quit on my own. But for some reason, I can go on the internet and I can make a promise to a bunch of people I don't know, and I will stick with it.

     

    I can't be accountable to myself.

    I can't be accountable to my wife.

    I can't be accountable to my kids, my parents, my brothers, my friends, my coworkers...even God.

    But I CAN be accountable to a group of complete strangers.

     

    This is odd, but it makes total sense.

     

    I believe this is the case because these strangers are all going through the exact same dramatic hell as I am. There is no excuse like "Well they don't understand how hard it is." They most certainly do. I cannot claim to have it worse than anyone. I cannot claim to be unique in this situation and therefore excuse myself from being quit. If there is a person on Day 7, while I'm on Day 6...then that means that THEY were able to stay quit. They were able to conquer day 6, going through the same frustrating, scary, anxiety ridden hell that I am going through today; my day 6. So I should be able to stay quit as well. And as I post roll, and see the numbers that are higher than mine, I see hope. I see that it can, will, and has been done.

     

    And I will do it, too.

     

     

  8. Well people, I am back. I stil have te problems I left with, but I have to do something. I have gotten up to 2-3 cans a day, and quitting can actually help with some of my problems. So I vow to post roll daily, and try my best to see this through. I am headstrong and stubborn with everything else, why can't I see this through? I will do this, I will fight this, I will make it this time.

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    Its day 2 and here i am wanting to help myself get through this quitting stuff ......again.... and trying this website, but it seems the more i here about chew the more i want one.

    Im 53 years young now and had my first dip at 15 on a dove hunt and been hooked ever since (thats about 37 years).Im in great shape,like to have fun and party hard , I dont take any drugs on a regular basis (not including chew) I have never had any health problems directly attributed to dipping,I dont know anyone who dips that has ever gotten sick from it, but here i am being miserable from withdrawals AGAIN! all for the will come,you know the BIG C, am i really going to get sick from this stuff? i love it and if i knew i would not get sick i would not be tryng to quit AGAIN! So that being said i need to make some sick friends on this website...that sounds wierd but maybe if i chat with some unfortunate dippers and hear their story i can be a believer and be saved (please,skip the god stuff)so here is the beginning of my first blog, maybe i will stay quit this time? or should i just wait untill i get SICK!

     

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    This is my first blog. I have no idea if this even works or how it works. I'm not what some people might call "Tech-y." I am the opposite of Techy. I like my books on paper and I sure as heck have never had a blog.

     

    Do I need a title?

     

    Tag? What the heck is a tag?

     

    Let's see what happens when I click a button. If this works. Maybe I'll "blog" some more later.

     

    NDT,

     

    Mark

     

    Yes. I need a title with more than two characters...