The Last Night of Debauchery

So here we are, my mind and blood is finely tuned. For at least the next month these will be the last drinks, smokes, and sweets I'll be having. Throughout the day I have been thinking about it. Sometimes I got scared, and sometimes I got excited. Less have I been wondering when I'll break early or cheat, and more I've been wondering how I'll feel on December 29th. Will I have lost weight? Gained weight? How will my mood be? How will I feel physically. Will certain senses become more vivid like smell and taste?

In the span of a day the experiment went from blogging the hell I am going to go through, to see just how well the body naturally regenerates and detoxes. It got a lot more interesting, to me at least. I wanted to take all kinds of notes, like weekly weight checks, or even the amount of THC in my urine and other chemicals. Needless to say I understood I'm not going to go through the trouble of seeing how much THC or whatever is in my piss. It would be nice to know, but I'm not going through the messy business to find out stuff. So I'll just keep my weight checked.

I'm pretty much certain now that by the end of this experiment I'm going to feel a million times better than I do now. So I'm planning to just keep off the cigarettes (already a month in, why not see just how far I'll go?) and use the booze sparingly for the sake of my wallet and my newly fresh liver.

But for the time being I have a 40 in the fridge waiting after I'm done this one and half a pack of smokes. I'm like Duke Nukem and Snoop Dogg in one. Scary.

Experiment time!

I've decided to conduct a social experiment on myself. Starting possibly tomorrow, Sunday the 29th, I will stop smoking marijuana, cigarettes, consuming sugar, and drinking alcohol all cold turkey. I think I'm addicted to all four. Some more than others. But it should be interesting to see how the body and mind react to such drastic changes in toxin consumption.