When I started this blog, roughly a year ago, I was working Far From Home. Truth be told a shit hole and thus should be wiped from the face of the Earth...but I digress. I weighed 268 pounds, yes I said that out loud! A big number, but not one worthy of entering the Biggest Loser Ranch house. It could have been said that rock bottom was within sight. Not much to do there but watch T.V., play guitar, jerk off and smoke dope then blog about it.
In an early post, I wrote, with tongue place firmly in cheek as I do much of time, about a new fad diet I had just invented. The "Weed Diet", get real high and then.............don't eat! The point of the post was that I have for years felt that the minute I ate something when I get high, I immediately start coming down. That was it! Of course I was playing on the stereotypical SCREAMING MUNCHIES attack. We all do it. The Stoned and the Not Stoned. Harder than it seems, when the proof is viewed in the pudding.
I actually went on the diet. It is a little more that. I started walking, out of necessity and, lets admit Self.......greed. When working Far From Home, our residence was approximately 5 km's away from our working location. We were given a Per Diem for travel and food and could have taken taxi's but at a rate of $12.00 a day, that's money better suited in my pocket. So I walked.....a lot. Don't get me wrong, Far From Home is in a Northern climate and I had my limits. If the temperature was -25 C or less, with a wind speed in excess of 20 km/hr, I would take a taxi.
So I began my journey. What really ended up happening was I was eating less during the day because I was was being a skinflint and trying save money. When I was at "home" I would make it a point of eating whatever meal it was and then get high and either walk or do one of the other fun events mentioned above that were leftover for me to do.
When my time in Hell while working Far From Home was over, and I came Home, I continued what I had begun. Eating less and never eating while I while I was high. I didn't always win that battle, it will always be a struggle.
Yesterday morning as I do most mornings after my shower, I weighed myself. I had reached a plateau in recent months and was surprised to see that I had actually lost 6 pounds, more impressively during the Holiday Season and after Daughter and I had filled numerous containers with baked goods and candies.
With the title as an indication, that is the new number. To date I have lost 43 pounds all because of the "Weed Diet".
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