July 24th is the day on my mental calendar that stands out more than any other – with the exception of our anniversary and Thanksgiving 😉 – It’s the day I took my life back. It’s the day I quit chewing tobacco.
19 Years of Freedom From Nicotine
19 years ago this morning, I spit out my last dip – Kodiak for anyone wondering. Since then, nothing. No dip, no chew, no cigarettes, no cigars, no nicotine pouches. Nothing. With the exception of my relationships with family and friends it is probably the thing I’m most proud of in my life.
If this is something you have struggled with I am always open to talk about my experiences. I can promise you you’re not alone in your struggles.
This also serves as my yearly shoutout to my incredible support network at KillTheCan.org. Without that group that provides accountability and brotherhood, I’d still be consumed by my addiction. Saying ‘thank you’ will never be enough, but I can’t think of anything more impactful. Thank you.
Special thanks to my Wife for putting up with me… not just through years of being a nicotine addict but in general. I’m in awe of what she’s able to accomplish as the head of our family, a business owner and the best partner a guy could ever ask for. Love you Mama.
Two Years For Dad
For as significant as July 24th is to me, two years ago it gained additional importance. Today marks the 2 year anniversary of my Father’s death. Cancer took him from us… and in a weird sort of way this was his final gift to me… a reminder why I fight my personal battle against nicotine and tobacco.
Love you Dad… and I miss you terribly. FUCK CANCER.
Day 6,941 / 19 Years – Never Again
