Fasting today again; Today is the second day and I know from past history that it will not be as easy as yesterday was. I started this weight loss at around 318 pounds. Finally said to myself that was it no more.
Having figured out that to quit cigarettes was not as tuff as dieting. I reasoned that to make a guy quit cigarettes and tell him to smoke three or four a day until he got over the habit made about as much sense as cut down on your food and you will lose weight.
Tell an alcoholic to drink only three drinks a day and you will eventually be alcohol free. Didnβt go to Yell but I did yell a lot in hallways. The echo made as much sense to me as a diet.
Myself personally and that is the one that guides my foolishness says cutting down is stupid cutting out makes more sense. I learned years ago that I lost weight when I did not eat and that scale encouraged me to reach my goal.
My first start on this journey when I had finally put the determination into me head that I was finished being a fat slob. I was into the fasting about four days on that first run and someone said to me that is not healthy. I ask is it less healthy for the body to be one hundred pounds overweight or go without food for a few days.
I went from 318 toΒ around 300 pounds in that first fast. As I remember it was nine days, but I drank water, coffee, tea or whatever I wanted but no alcohol. After the nine days of fasting, I came off of it and when I started to eat I went back to about 308 real fast. I rocked up and down from there and tried several diets but still maintained that 300 plus weight.
Conclusion: Fasting will do it I Β tell myself. I went five days and dropped to below 300 which I told myself if I went over that I would immediately go on a fast. I have held at 280, 262, 230 and now heading for 220 which if that is a platform I must use I will . Β Each time I had to fast to get off the weight that seems to be except able to my body but not to me.
I personally feel dieting is to maintain, not lose, as I have previously explained. This time , I have added my pipe smoking to the fasting. I love the leaning back holdingΒ the pipe. The smell, the taste the mental imagery it brings to me. But I know all that it causes cancer, stinks, is messy, and smelly to most.
Fanny my woman hates the pipe like a skunk hates a dog. Hell, I gave her a diamond ring, and she still expected me to shower. If God had meant me to be an Angel he would have gave me wings I told her.
Anyway, here I am setting thousands of miles away from my roots, slave to a woman, a man deprived of food and smokes.Β Forced to look out to sea and pound on a keyboard for exercise. Just so you know itβs not where you are, itβs not who you know, itβs not what you eat. So, what is it? Give me a two-pound steak and I will tell you.
A Messenger,
Verl K.