This journey has been 7 years long. After a tough relationship, I got myself physically right. I felt like a million dollars physically for 3 years. mentally, I was absolutely miserable, working at a racist, scummy job for a year. Horrible.
After spiraling down physically, I went back to my old job that I loved. But… now I’m out of shape in body and kind and life is good on the outside. I love work. I love my life to this day. However , I hate being a fat fuck. It fucks with me every day.
Now I’m 100% back. One day at a time, I wake up and fucking grind. I’ve lost 18 lbs in 18 days. Mentally, I’m clear. Physically, I’m getting there. I see my goal of 196 by Memorial Day and it’s within reach. I’m addicted. This summer all my hard work will pay dividends. Time to really round out my life and live with a purpose. I’ll be back when this journey is and goal is done. 196
See you Memorial Day, mutha fuckas. If you are struggling don’t quit. No matter what anyone says. No matter how much you fuck up. Do NOT quit. Ever.
Quiet Desperation 