Read this, this morning and it really hit …. “We didn’t quit dipping because of a sore throat, we didn’t quit dipping because our doctor said to, and we didn’t quit dipping because our wife said we had to. We quit because we wanted to be free of addiction. Because we couldn't bear to live under the yoke of slavery to nicotine. Because we wanted to be in control of our lives. Because we wanted to live.”
I realized last night that I’ve given so much of my life and energy to something that doesn’t give a fuck about me. And I will use any fuckn excuse I can find to pop a dip in, that’s some fuckn addict shit. truth is I am going through a lot of major bull shit on top of quitting, but that’s no excuse to dip. The funny thing is no one is going to give a shit whether I put cancer in my mouth and decide to slowly fuckn kill myself. Everyone in my life has been cool with it. I realized I’m really on my own. I’m the only one that’s going to pull me out of this shit.
so enough of the excuses and pitty party it’s time to fuckn commit and get to work