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Posted by aaron2012 (Members) at Jan 18 2017, 05:14 PM. 0 comments

So this is what 100 days feels like.

100 days ago I was sitting in my car on my lunch break like any other day. As usual, I took the first half hour getting and eating lunch. The second half I would sit in my car, pack a fat lip, and read a book until it was time to go back. I packed that little can of cat shit, opened it up, and it was like a light bulb clicked on. I remember thinking to myself "Why the fuck am I doing this shit?"

I got out of the car, tossed the can in the trash, and went back to my desk. Like so many others before me, I started Googling "how to quit dip" and found this place.

The first few days were hell. As many of you remember, I couldn't get "regular" for like two weeks. Talk about shitty.

I struggled. I struggled hard, especially that first month. I almost caved once, only to be saved by a dead car battery. Holy shit did I ever learn my most important lesson that day. Nolaq & Brown tore me a new ass.

I felt stupid, ashamed, weak. It was at that moment I knew that in order to make this work, I had to rely on my fellow quitters. I went back to my group, tail between my legs, and asked for help. That's something I've never been good at, but I think it was one of the most important parts of my quit so far.

I'm getting better each day. We all are, together.

If any fresh quit happens to read this, stay the course. This place can save your life, if you let it. Drink the Kool-Aid, listen to the advice of those before you, get on here and post your roll everyday. Come check out live chat, I pretty much live there.

You have all helped me in some way, to get here. But to Harvestgirl, Prohunter, Fluck, Brown, & Pat: thanks for being there when I'm at my lowest, angriest, whiniest self.

To all you bad ass quitters in January: I'm honored to post up with you every damn day. I look forward to our next 100 days together.

To everyone in live chat: Thank you for being there, for shooting the shit with me, for all the advice, all the laughs, and all the fights.

* HERE'S what dipping did for me

Posted by xxzpatriotzxx (Members) at Jan 17 2017, 11:19 PM. 0 comments

Well its been a hundred and eleven days now, wanted to take some time to reflect upon this adventure so far before attempting to leave some advice for future quitters. As many of you may know, I am a caver who came back and drank the kool aide a few months later. I remember validating my cave in May 16' by saying "I needed dip to focus me in" and that "Dip allowed me to do my job as an EMT." I thought dip was the answer to all of life's problems. Angry? pack a lip. Sad? pack a lip. Celebrating? pack a lip. Taking a shower at 5AM after a day on the boo boo bus? pack a lip. 5 hours into an all-night Call of Duty ass kicking session with my friends and already chewed 3/4th of a tin since starting? pack a lip. Hanging out with buddies? pack a lip. Didn't matter what I was doing, pack a lip was always a priority, always something to do. I thought it did something for me. I thought it made me focused or gave me an edge. I thought it was making me stronger. And then I realized dipping wasn't doing any of that. Dipping was keeping me me. I had to rely on a tuna can full of cat shit just to make me feel up to the day. That without a dip every couple hours, I was slowly fading out, turning into someone I wasn't. And then I met her. She motivated me to be the best I can be, still does, and always had my back when I wanted to give in. I knew I could of bought a tin anytime I wanted after I quit and she'd never know about it (considering I ninja-dipped), yet for some reason I felt like the guilt would cripple me. A hundred and eleven days ago I dumped a fresh tin down the toilet and embraced the suck every day ever since. It's been hard, probably the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. But oh my god is it worth it. Being able to walk past a seven eleven and not have to whisper my dip order to the cashier so the shame wouldn't drown me. Being able to go into that seven eleven, grab a drink and a snack or whatever, and not even think about asking for a tin. Being able to look at my girl and not have to worry about letting her down if she ever found out, or feeling like a sack of shit for hiding shit from her, or ruining her life someday in the future because I loved dip more then her.

If you're reading this and you're trying to decide if you should stop loving dip more then yourself, your friends, and your family, let me tell you what dipping did for me in only 4 years of chewing.

Ironically enough, after ninja dipping and dreading the dentist every time I went, the first dentist appointment I have after my quit, the lady tells me I've got some pretty decent gum recession and thinks she should measure it to make sure it's not getting any worse. In my lower gums, where I used to hold my dip, I've got less than a millimeter of gum tissue left between my tooth and my jaw. They prescribed me some special toothpaste thats got fluoride in it that I have to use once a day before bed, and that either way, theres a good chance I may lose some teeth because theres not a whole lot of tissue left there.
Thats what dip did for me.

When I was younger my parents put me in braces. I spent 4 years hating my life coz of them. They used to cut me up and hurt like hell, and my best friend growing up had just started dipping so I wanted to dip too naturally. I couldn't wait to get out of the braces so I could be cool and dip like them. $7.5 thousand dollars my parents spent on my teeth, and here I am 5 years later after having them taken off being told I'm at risk to lose them straight teeth they paid all that money for.
Thats what dip did for me.

My aunt is pretty well off, gave me and all my 8 cousins $5,000 dollars each for graduating high school, to go towards college. Shoulda lasted me all 4 years, but my ass needed dip, and the shit wasn't cheap in the city. I spent 5 thousand dollars on Copenhagen, until I was like oh shit i'm low on money, and started buying Grizzly. I blew 5 grand in one year, probably 80% of that at least, if not more, went straight into my lip.
Thats what dip did for me.

The buzz, the false senses of security, and strength. Something to "help" me to feel "normal" every day just to secretly kill me. The cool factor, the 'brotherhood' i felt with my fellow dippers, yet hiding away in fear of someone i cared about learning of my addiction. Making me hate myself for what I did.
Thats what dip did for me.

KTC is full of people coming from all different walks of life, jobs, zip codes, and experiences, yet if you ask any one of these guys, we all got one thing in common. We all tried it without KTC, it failed, and quitting's the hardest thing we've ever done. KTC can get you through it, as long as you drink the kool aide, and be willing to invest yourself in not only your quit, but your brothers and sisters quits as well. We can't do this alone.


And finally, as typical of speeches, shout outs to all the following (if I missed you PM me and tell me why)
All of my fellow January League of Extraordinary Quitters!!

Honorable mentions to the groups / folks that I raged on instead of my family:
February 17 Cult of Quit aka the fucker-uppers of roll
- Matt
- CollegeStudent
March 17 Madhouse of Mayhem
- All of you (no offense, my family appreciates it)

* Harvest the HOFer

Posted by harvestgirl (Members) at Jan 11 2017, 06:28 AM. 0 comments

I barely remember signing up on KTC.
I barely remember the first two weeks hanging out in the chat room.
I do remember being 200+ miles away from my home on high moisture corn harvest and going to the emergency dentist because of a few cracked molars. I ran out of chew on the way to the dentist.

“You can't have any tobacco for 72 hours,” he said, before injecting the Novocaine.
He proceeded to rip two giant molars out of my skull and I remember thinking while he was bracing my head with one hand, and rocking my jaw with some medieval looking tool, “You know what? Fuck it.”

So, I quit. Cold turkey. Right then and there.

I got back to our hotel room, curled up on the bed and Googled “quitting chew”.

I was led here. I don't remember registering. I don't remember being on chat. I don't know who I first spoke to.

The fog hit. Followed by the rage. Then the fatigue. Then the crippling anxiety and depression. The feeling of a cold hand wrapped around your spine that makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

I've gone through withdrawals before. I have a past, just like we all do. Thing is, I usually went through those withdrawals with either a cig dangling out of the side of my mouth, or a dip nestled in my cheek. So sure, I had the shakes. The cotton mouth. Sort of had the mind games. The physical withdrawal. The “habit” of...something.

That was child's play.

Quitting nic is just the first step. It's the most simple and hardest thing you can do. Just don't buy it and just don't put it in your mouth. It's the mind games that get played after. One pinch won't hurt. No one will know. But you will. You will know.

Nic gives you the nasty idea that you can hide behind it. Stressed? Dip. Cranky? Dip. Having a bad day? It'll make it better. Studying for a test? Better stock up just in case. It's just a gross habit, right?

And all of that is bullshit. I wasn't born a dipper or a smoker. I voluntarily came one. I made a conscious decision to pick up a can or a pack of smokes one day, and after that it was game over.

So only I can quit this. Only I can one day at a time wake up and say “I quit. I quit for today, for myself, for my health, for my future.”

Only I can choose to fight every damn day, because this "habit"? It's an addiction, and it's the most powerful one that I've fought. This addiction whispers in your ear, haunts your dreams, flashes out of the corner of your eye. It's the worst ex you've ever had and it's not ever going to go away.

Quitting brought a cocktail of messed up brain chemistry to my brain that was already sketchy. Medications I took for bipolar, PTSD, and anxiety were rendered useless without nicotine feeding it. I had bruised hands from punching the steering wheel in my tractors and combines. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. It would have been so easy to cave. To make that pain stop. Quitting nic broadsided me. Knocked me sideways onto the ground and left me gasping for breath. Stomped on my thought processes, my physical health, and every thing I though I knew about myself.

When I first quit I kept hearing phrases like “Embrace the suck.” “Rage on.” “Just quit one day at a time.” “It's a matter of life and death.”

I didn't want to embrace the suck. I didn't want to be angry. I didn't want to quit for one day, I wanted this crap to be over for the rest of my life.

Then, I realized. I did have to embrace the suck. I never wanted to have to go through that again. I had to be angry. Angry at myself. Angry at how much money I blew over the years. Angry at the game of Russian Roulette I was playing. I wanted and needed to fight this because I want to have “the rest of my life”.

I wanted to be quit. You need to want to be quit. But I did this to myself, so I was going to damn well take every side effect and fight it.

When people cave, we make them answer The Three Questions. I think the three questions need to be asked right away from any quitter.

What happened? I made a decision that affected my life in a negative way. I chanced my health, I wasted money, I was inconsiderate of my family and friends.
Why did it happen? I was not thinking of the consequences. I did not think of cancer, disease, defects, debt, etc. I was young, stupid, but I have no one to blame but myself. I own this mistake.
How are you going to keep it from happening again? I made a public promise and dedication to KTC, my friends, my family, that I was quitting all forms of nicotine; I was going to lead a healthier lifestyle, I was going to pay it forward. If I can help one other person quit, then my experience and pain of my quit not only saved me, it helped another.

Am I proud of my HOF? You bet. I've fought tooth and nail. I'm proud of my day 1, my day 10, my day 100. But this fight isn't over yet. This fight will never be over. I ask you to go read my introduction. I don't hold back.

KTC sits on the pillars of Brotherhood and Accountability which in turn leads to Success. It wasn't until much later on in my quit, when I was clearer headed that I began to realize what this stood for. Yes, my quit was mine, but without people reaching out and holding me accountable, and in return expecting me to hold them accountable, none of us would be successful. I know that for myself, if it wasn't for the people that reached out to me, I would not be writing this Hall of Fame Speech. Brotherhood is not a term used lightly. Some of these fellow quitters probably know me better than myself, if not at this point, most definitely during my quit then.

If you're browsing through these speeches, debating if you want to quit or not, and come across this entry, I want you to know that you can quit. You can get through this. You're not alone.

When you're ready, let us know.

We'll be here.

* My Journey

Posted by Tonifer (Members) at Jan 11 2017, 12:33 AM. 0 comments

In order to tell you about my quit I must first tell you about my addiction and previous attempts to quit. I had my first dip at 14 and by the time I was 15 I was hooked. My father died of lung cancer when I was 16. He was a lifelong smoker, and I said I would never smoke because I didn't want to go out like that. I told myself that dipping was safe, it didn't have the risks of cigarettes. Smokeless tobacco didn't have the warning labels then that they do now, this was 1982.

Over the years I made several attempts to quit, some lasted a few days, some lasted months, but all ended in failure. In 1999 I decided to attempt to quit once again. I fought through the fog, the cravings, and the rage. I used sunflower seeds, candy, food, anything I could think of to get through it. After a while it got easier, and eventually I didn't even think about dipping, it was the farthest thing from my mind. I had beaten this "habit", and I won.

Then in 2003, a coworker offered me a dip. I thought to myself that one dip wouldn't hurt. I was no longer an addict, and I could take one dip and walk away from it, after all I hadn't had a dip in 4 years. I had that one dip and no more. A few weeks later a friend and coworker was killed on a motorcycle on the way home from work. I had to take over his job, and that was hard to do emotional. I ended up taking another dip at work to help deal with it. On the way home I bought a can. From there I was back to full time dipping. The point is, I thought I broke the "habit." I didn’t realize it was more than a habit, it was an addiction.

For the next 13 years, I thought about quitting several time. I kept saying I would quit when I felt I was ready, but I never felt like I was ready. Then in September of last year I ordered several cans of fake dip and decided that I would quit when t came in. On September 25, 2016 I took my last dip of Copenhagen and began my quit. I had not found KTC at that time so I was doing it on my own for almost 3 weeks. I was searching the web for different fake dips and came across KTC. I read for hours that night and said these guys are on to something. I signed up the next day and posted my Day 21. I jacked up roll 3 days before I got it right.

I got off to a slow start at KTC. I was lost and didn't know what to do. I read a lot, and some vets gave me some great guidance and advice. The January group started coming together and I made some great connections. KTC has been a place for accountability, a place for support, a place to vent and rage, and a place to share victories and challenges. We became known as the League of Extraordinary Quitters, and that is what we are. We have lost some along the way, but the ones that have remained are some serious, strong, dedicated quitters.

I have tried to quit several times on my own, all with the same eventual results. I have learned that I can stay quit as long as I work at. That means posting roll EDD, supporting others, and allowing myself to be held accountable. If I allow myself to stop intentionally trying to quit, I risk repeating the cycle of failure. I am, and always will be, an addict and I can never forget that.


Posted by DBrown (Members) at Jan 8 2017, 01:44 AM. 0 comments

I wish to start of by saying... "It ain't over til it's over" - Rocky

I am an addict. This war will never be over until I am over. I am thankful for 100, but I must continue.

It's hard at times to remember the beginning of the QUIT. However, 100 days ago, I didn't remember the beginning of my addiction. Some days I forget what life was like when controlled by tobacco. It's on those days that I'm most thankful for KTC. I'm glad I have to come here and face reality. I am humbled every day to post roll and realize how easy it would be to slowly fade back into the man the can made me. It controlled every aspect of my life. I will never forget.

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." - John F. Kennedy

I thank each and everyone that has ever graced KTC. I thank those who fail for keeping me humble and understanding I will never have this 100% beat. I thank the vets who continue to take shit. You've all been there and seen much, yet continue to lead. Keep shining against whatever may come. You are the only beacon someone will find in the fog. I thank the League. Without you January, my journey would have ended most likely. We have come this far and must continue to stand together or be torn apart. Words are merely words unless met with action. Thus, I wish to continue to honor my words. I will post every day for as long as I have breath in me.

I may never amount to much in this life, but I promise whatever little I am will not be decided by a can!

If you are reading this, anything is possible. You can make it. The only thing you must decide is... AM I WORTH IT??? Damn right you are... NEVER give in... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7oMBq1vkCM

* Prohunter HOF speech

Posted by Prohunter (Members) at Dec 22 2016, 12:41 PM. 0 comments

It is hard to wrap my mind around 100 days nic free, after 25 years of dipping it had really become part of my identity, but enough is enough and as we get older, hopefully we get wiser and that’s the case with my quit. At 100 days today it feels like I am 2 personalities, one that is the addict and it seems like an eternity since my last dip, and then there’s the new me, the one that feels like just yesterday I quit and can so vividly remember the terrible fog, headaches and moodiness that I experienced. 100 days free is not easy, for those who achieved it already, and for those that are on their way to it, Congratulations because it really is an amazing thing.

I have attempted to quit in the past, mostly feeble attempts to prove to myself that I could, 3-4 days and back to the can, patting myself on the back because I proved I could quit. Over the 4th of July this year, the wife and I were vacationing at the Big Horn mountains of Wyoming and I ran out of dip, for the life of me I don’t know how I didn’t have a backup, but I didn’t. Panicked, I came up with a story that we would “take a drive” down the mountain sightseeing and this would get me close to town, from there I could make up an excuse to go into town and get a can. This trip ended up taking the better part of the day to complete and I was disgusted with myself, this started the wheels in motion to quit. Fast forward to September and I was doing some research on fake chew and found Smokey Mountain on Amazon and ordered it, September 14th UPS brought me the first can, I opened it, spit out the Cope and put in a SM pinch and enjoyed it, I flushed the open can of cope and started my quit. On September 15th I officially joined KTC, I had been reading on the site prior but decided to make it official, which was quite honestly a lifesaving decision because I am sure I would have washed out if not for this site and the people on it.

So this HOF speech I really want to make about the people that pushed, pulled and supported me to be quit and there are plenty of people to thank:
First off, thank you Chewie for the site, it is an inspiration and a beacon of hope for any nic user.
There are 2 guys that reached out on the first days and gave me support and never stopped with the support to this day, all I can say is you guys are truly awe inspiring men that I probably owe my life too. So, thank you FishFlorida and RDB1972 for everything you have done and continue to do. I would be remiss if I forgot to mention and thank Chickdip as well, she picked me up a little later, but has still been instrumental and inspirational in my quit.
On that note they say you should not only get support, but give it as well. At first, the thought of trying to give support to new quitters was hard to imagine, after all I was new to the quit as well, but advice was taken to heart and I started to give support to new quitters. To anyone who questions this advice, please reconsider because I truly believe that giving support really supercharges your quit to a new level, aside from posting roll, the support roll was and is the most powerful motivator to my quit. I hate disappointing people and that made me fight harder for my quit because I didn’t want to let these people down. So I want to thank these people who allowed me to support them:
Aaron2012(the first new quit I picked up, and a special boy..lol), Adarmstrong, Harvestgirl, Dieselchick, Jpquit, Stewy, ViceDawg, Wildbirds, Killingcans, Deskbum, Ross.lib, Rogue1, Dredpir8roberts and bokie to mention a few. All of you have helped my quit tremendously and I owe you all a tremendous debt of gratitude.
So thank you KTC and all the members here for the help and leading the way out of the darkness which is nicotine use.

Proud to be quit with you all EDD!

* Second Time Around

Posted by BingBong (Members) at Dec 20 2016, 01:40 PM. 0 comments

My HOF Speech is a Cautionary Tale that some of my December Quit brothers have heard me tell before. My hope is that others will not make the same mistake I did.

I started dipping in high school when my older brother brought home some skoal bandits and asked me if I wanted to try them. Sound Familiar? I quickly graduated to Kodiak, then Cope, and never looked back. I dipped for roughly 17 years all through college, through military flight training, and all of my active duty military career.

Anyone reading this knows the details of my 17 year love affair with the NIC bitch. My story is not unique and has played out thousands of times. She was always there for me during the good and the bad. She was there during the long field deployments, the sleepless nights, and the studying and academic grinds. I needed a dip to study, to relax, to celebrate, to reduce stress, to watch TV, to drive, to feel whole. Pretty much had a dip in 24-7. What was the cost? I estimate the cost to be around $18,000. That is most likely a conservative estimate that doesn’t include the car gas, full soda/water bottles spilled out for a spitter, and ruined clothes and furniture from spilled dip. It also doesn’t count the medical/dental bills that are most likely waiting for me down the road. Most importantly, it doesn’t count the lost time with friends and family during my Ninja Dip Sessions. Now for the real purpose of my HOF post.

In 2005, I found this quit website that was the predecessor of KTC. I created an account, read all the articles, and even aligned myself with a group. However, what I didn’t do was post roll; not a single time. I didn’t post because I wasn’t weak, I didn’t need to make a promise to strangers, I could stay quit on my own. I stayed quit for approximately 7 years (2,555 days). Yeah, I was free of the NIC bitch…or so I thought! I stopped visiting the KTC website. I was Good TO GO (GTG)!

In 2012, I was driving a long distance really early in the morning. I was really tired and falling asleep so I decided to pull into a gas station. Before I knew it; I was sitting in the car with can of Cope in my hand. Must have sat there for a good 5 minutes contemplating the dip. I opened the can and put in a big lipper! That’s all it took. I was hooked again. After 7 years; it was like I had never quit. I told myself I would just finish the tin and quit Monday. Monday became over 4 years later. You know the deal. This time it was different. I was married now. Thus began my secret life of Ninja dipping and mood swings between NIC crashes.

What’s my point? Glad you asked. By not staying involved in KTC; I forgot that I was addict. I forgot how hard it was to quit by not reading new quitters stories. I forgot what it was like to be a dipper. Not the high; the bad stuff. Chasing the high and taking Motrin so I could dip longer because my jaw, lips, and teeth hurt so bad. If you think you can walk away after 100 days, after 200 days, after 2,555 days; you are wrong. I encourage you to stay involved with the new groups or at a minimum create a list of reasons to quit and read it every day. Most of all; remember one thing: YOU CAN NEVER HAVE JUST ONE DIP! That is not you. You can never dip again.
I quit with you today!

* Hall of Fame JWidmer

Posted by jwidmer (Members) at Dec 14 2016, 11:34 AM. 0 comments

September 4th, 2016 I finished up a round of golf and requested to my brother to ride the golf cart around a couple more holes so I'd have time to take one more dip before I got back to the clubhouse where my fiance was waiting for me. Earlier that day I had caved from what was a quarter ass effort to quit on KTC before I even knew roll was important. We rode around for another 15 minutes and I started to feel the shame of how pathetic that was, that was the moment I decided to quit. I knew that if I wanted it to be for real, I had to come clean to my fiance, so the next day I told her all about my addiction. This was my first step in the right direction. I came back to KTC, took what I needed to hear and was determined that I wouldn't let my quit brothers down again and that I would be quit.

Every day for the last 100 days I have woke up and made the decision to be quit that day. Some days have been hell, some days I feel great and I know that there are many more ups and downs in store for me and it feels good to have a support system along the way. I can honestly say that making the decision to start my quit was one of the best decisions of my life. My health and relationships are much better now knowing I have nothing to hide, it feels so damn good.

Thank you to all of the bad ass quitters of Dec 16 for keeping me in check and all of KTC for providing such a great support system. Anyone reading this who is thinking about making the decision to start their quit, it will be the best decision you have ever made. Its very difficult, but it can be done with KTC and everything gets better with time!


* Enough Already

Posted by Pbpd183 (Members) at Dec 13 2016, 01:27 PM. 0 comments

30 years ago, in 1986, I joined the United States Air Force and began the awful habit of dipping. For 30 years I have crammed that crap in my mouth to the tune of a can a day. In 2010, I lost my younger brother, age 39, to esophageal cancer. The man never dipped, smoke, or drank his entire life. I was devastated at the loss, but continued to use nicotine like an idiot. Earlier this year, my best friend and "brother in blue" was diagnosed with stage 4 throat cancer and is currently suffering through the treatment. Again, never dipped, smoke, or drank his entire life.

Enough already!!

Those events had such an impact on me that I quit for good. Finished my last can on September 4th and committed to quit. And, I am better for it. I continue to be nicotine free. The first 3 days were hell and I never want to go through that again. That's why I will never put that crap back in my system EVER. If I can do it, so can you. You can do this, but YOU MUST WANT IT FOR YOURSELF.


* Spyder's December 2016 HOF Speech

Posted by Spyder (Members) at Dec 12 2016, 01:49 PM. 0 comments

The glorious hall of fame. 100 days of no nicotine in my body. It went by pretty quick. I feel like it was yesterday that I was ninja dipping on the toilet to put another cat sh*t in my lip and by doing that avoiding my family. Nicotine is very powerful. It will literally control your life. As I hit 100 days I must reflect on how this all began, how did I get here? Why was I such a stupid 16 year old. My friends and I decided one day to try this stuff call Kodiak Wintergreen. Almost 20 years later and numerous quit attempts I was almost a can a day dipper of the cheap Grizzy. If I wasn't chewing in those 20 years I was smoking something. I did quit for a while, but the nic b!tch creeps back in years later. All it takes folks is one cigar, one drunk it's just one smoke, just one and you will be hooked back in no time. So what did I do differently this time? Well I knew in my soul and heart that first of all I wanted to quit. Not for anyone else but for my own health. The threat of cancer and sores in my mouth finally led me to choose to quit. I started chatting at KTC and I said to someone, sorry I don't remember who exactly, that I was setting a future quit date. The guy I was chatting with said why don't you dump that can in the trash and start right now, post day 1 RIGHT NOW. As I sat on the toilet at work with sh!t in my lip chatting about quitting I thought, son of a b!tch what the hell I am doing on a chat with dip in my lip sitting on the toilet avoiding everyone. I was ashamed of what my addiction became and so I mustered up the courage to dump that remaining pinch or two in the toilet and I flushed two sh!ts at the same time.
Was the 100 days easy? No. I must say for me the first 3 days sucked big time. Day 2 and 3 I could have ripped someone's head off and disowned my family I was such a bastard. But the method here works, all you do is wake up, take a piss, get on the forum and promise to your quit brothers and sisters, but also a promise to yourself, to not do any form of nicotine for that calendar day. So then a few days goes by and it gets better. And better and better. 100 days hits you and I think wow, I don't even care about dipping anymore. How did I let a chemical control me? Mind over matter people. When you decide to quit for yourself and put your mind to it nothing will stop you. Your family will benefit. No more spit bottles, ninja dipping, avoiding time with loved ones to be selfish, non of that. So if you are a new quitter or thinking about it I hope my speech helps you. Take control of your life one day at a time!

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