However, it is my intention to turn down both the pot and the drinks since I’m determined to not ruin my marijuana free streak or fail at my first ‘Twice Lucky”. The long and winding road of temptation continues.
The knowledge that the scale will give me unbiased feedback about my weight and my journal an avenue of reflection about why I’m achieving my weight (and other) goals or not, is a humbling prospect.
When I began to appreciate what I had, a loving family, a roof over my head, gainful employment, health (despite being overweight and a little achy), and hobbies, my outlook improved. While momentarily pleasurable, intoxication does not create happiness. It will never create happiness. Ever. Realizing this caused a seismic shift in my perspective.
Today marks 120 straight, uninterrupted days of meditation. If a meditation marathon is 24 consecutive days, this is like running five marathons! For me, this is monumental.
I was a pothead, not I’m not. What appeared to be a permanent state proved to be impermanent after all. Yet I’m fully aware of how easily my newfound pot sobriety could revert back to full pothead mode if I allowed it to.