“Dip is not as bad for you as cigarettes..” “Cancer from dipping is a hereditary thing. My great-grandfather, grandfather, and uncle all dipped and never got cancer. I’ll be fine.” “I’ve got very healthy gums. It’ll take years of dipping for it to effect them..” These are just a few … Continue reading
I ran across this post on the forums this morning from ATL-NinjaDip and had to share. It amazes me how strong the grip of tobacco addiction was over me. I wasn’t a ninja dipper the way he was, but I had several internal conversation just like this during my dipping days. … Continue reading
“Dumping these huge amounts of nicotine into my blood is going to make my heart explode” –a moment of clarity. “I am fine- the doctor does not know what he is talking about”. “Wait… whose voice is that?” My blood pressure is through the roof. The doctor doesn’t know why … Continue reading
I was 15 years old when I had my first dip. Skoal straight long-cut. I was playing in a garage-band with highschool friends and we liked the fact that we could get buzzed and spit on the floor with no parent’s really noticing. We aptly named our band “Chawsplatter”! Although … Continue reading
Never did I think I could go more than a few hours without dip. I had tried many times before, but it always ended with the same result: me at the store picking up 2 cans of cope or grizzly. I would sit in my truck for an hour and … Continue reading
I have debated extensively as to how I should open this HOF speech. I have also wrestled with the audience of this speech. Am I writing this for some new guy on day three, am I writing this speech for my quit brothers in March, or am I just writing … Continue reading
I’m not alone, You know you’ve done it before, If you were a lyin’ dipper, you’ve hidden the canned whore. Today was spring cleaning, my son’s by my side, Empty cans found all over, there was nowhere to hide. Just on my bookcase, what did I see, Not just one … Continue reading
Since I was 15 I’ve been addicted to Copenhagen. Like most of us here I tried quitting numerous times. Some of those quits lasted days and some weeks. The gums, patches and lozenges are no different than the chew I loved stuffing into my lip, just in a different vehicle. … Continue reading
One of the most difficult days in my quit was when I realized that I was an addict. And while that was a very difficult realization to come to, it was probably one of the most important as well. I am an addict. And because of that fact I was … Continue reading
Tomorrow will be nine weeks that I’ve been quit. Nine weeks. I still can’t believe it really. One day at a time adds up. I’ve been a little introspective and reflective lately as the days of quit go by. I’ve taken a look at how I feel, the events (drama) … Continue reading
