I was playing poker the other night with my regular group. My standard poker outfit includes a Star Wars shirt and a KillTheCan.org hat. I happened to be sitting next to a buddy of mine who has not yet made the decision to quit. As we were playing at my house, he asked if he’d mind if he had a dip. My reply, “Not at all. I’ve been quit 1,013 days and I’m not going to back now.” In fact, I asked him to slide me his can (which I definitely don’t suggest for someone early in their quit) but I opened his can (Skoal Mint) and took a smell. Nothing. Nada. No crave, no longing, nothing.
I’m done. That crap is behind me.
Regardless of the outcome of the poker game, I had my personal victory over the nic bitch on that day. Tomorrow is another battle but I’m confident that in the long run I’ll win this war.