Two Pounds Per Month

I am stuffed. For the millionth time in the last eight months I need to loosen my belt. Actually, I should probably just buy some new shorts, boxers, and jeans. They hardly fit anymore. I don’t know exactly what I weighed when I left eight months ago, I think it was around 175. And before all of this started I had some thoughts like, “Well, I’m on the road on my own for a year homeless and unemployed, I might get hungry at times.” Not the case. The last time I checked my weight it was around 190. Yup, I have a nice little belly going.

That comes close to average almost two pounds of weight gain per month and it’s not slowing down. That’s a lot! But at this point of the trip I am now telling myself, “Forget it! I’ll just eat what I eat and worry about it when I get back home.” That’s going to be a pretty big task when I get back home. Back in Boise I just about gained two pounds in a single day.

Well, I’m not hungry, I’m a pretty big boy now. And frankly I just don’t care for now. I’m on the road and I don’t want to turn down all the delicious food people offer me on this once in a lifetime experience. And when traveling for eight months you just begin to care a lot less about your appearance as you realize it just doesn’t matter. The number of restaurants I’ve been to is probably beyond how high I can count. And let me tell you, 99.9% of U.S. restaurants serve far more food than what’s needed for a meal and nourishment.

Well it’s not slowing down. I wouldn’t be surprised if I hit 200 pounds by the time fall comes. I’m living a good life! That’s for sure. Thank you country, for feeding me well.