They had been together for much of a large outdoor social gathering before Rock noticed that Walt had lost hundreds of pounds. He was truly lean.
"Goddamn, Walt, what do you weigh?" Rock said.
"I'm at about a hundred seventy."
"You're kidding. Jimminy Cricket, man. Hell, I outweigh you by twenty pounds. How did you finally do this?"
"What do you mean? I just watched what I ate."
Walt had been among Rock's close friends for a little over twenty-eight years, and during each of those years, he had routinely gone on and on about his need to lose weight, and now, out of the blue, relatively overnight, he had lost at least three hundred pounds, perhaps more. Rock was confused and couldn't seem to get an answer from Walt.
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