Well let me tell you I tried to do it man. I seriously told myself this year I was gonna hunker down and not blow down from 3/20 to 4/20 and I made it 5 days and I just couldn't fucking do it anymore so if you stay strong man you have ALL of my respect. I know this is written like shit but I just smoked a joint and I just gotta write this shit down I'm not going for author of the year. I used to blow down every single day. Like literally my first thought every morning was "Blunt or joint?" and then I would roll and smoke and then take a shower and go to work (Server, so like a 4 hour shift) and then I'd smoke until I went to sleep unless I wanted to hang out with my friends or with my girlfriend. And dude it really started to fuck with me. Like I started not being hungry in the morning, and then I just wasn't really hungry unless I smoked so I would smoke just so I could eat something for the day because my appetite went from huge to just non-existent. I went from like 165 to 140 in like a month and a half because I just couldn't eat with out feeling sick, and then I really started smoking heavily to just relieve the pain I was in. I got up to smoking like an 1/8 a day, which basically entailed smoking a blunt or joint in the morning, batty's whenever I felt like it until I had to go to work. Probably 4 batty's on the drive. Work my little bitch ass shift and make shitty tips, 4 batty's on the way back home, (All I really had time to pack and smoke) then either smoke by myself, or meet up with one of my buddies that were doing the exact same thing. I shriveled down to like nothing. I looked pale, I was lethargic, I was shutting people out because I felt like they didn't understand how awful I was feeling and how terrible it felt to not be able to eat and to just look at your muscle deteriorating and to see yourself shrink like it was just shitty. I was also throwing up a lot. Like A LOT. Like I couldn't keep anything down except water and crackers and it would be like 2 glasses of water and 4 crackers for an entire day without feeling nauseous. So one day I passed out. Like I just blacked out, and I was in like constant pain before this because of my stomach. Just like cramping and shooting pains all through out, like something was inside me trying to dig it's way out. And I got taken to the hospital, and I explained my stomach issues and they gave me an IV and I could literally feel my body getting nutrients for the first time in like months and it was amazing. I had to stop smoking because I became so dependent on it to allow me to eat and it was the hardest thing ever. Literally just cold sweats all through the night, no appetite, can't sleep, when I did sleep it was crazy ass dreams, but I stopped completely for 2 months and it was insane. I felt immensely better but at the same time I missed smoking every single day. It became so routine it was just like a part of me. I loved it so much. And now here I am probably 6 months after all that happened high as fuck looking back. Hopefully I'm never going to let myself get back to 1/8th a day, and right now I'm just smoking a few days a week. But my dude stay strong, stay stronger than me. I really think if you have the will power you can make this month of sobriety something special and make 4/20 even more special than it already is. I'm sorry I made this comment kind of all about me and less about what you said but I felt like I needed to share my story I'm really sorry fuck.