Well, it'll be 2 weeks tomorrow that God made me quit chewing Copenhagen. While I admit that I would've preferred to do it on my time and my terms, it's done. I really think it is. I walked into the store today where I bought my chew, picked up a paper and some gum and walked out, only realizing after I got back on the road that I didn't even THINK about a chew. Then I realized that I didn't crave one with my morning coffee. Then I realized that even thinking about it didn't cause a craving. And I didn't go through an entire 20 pack of gum today, as a matter of fact I only had a couple of pieces.
But then again, I tried to kick the Main Evil Cat over the back fence for no reason when I got home. Maybe I should give it another day or two before I declare victory.