So, really, things are great.
Even when they're not great, my day-to-day life is calm, relaxing and filled with purpose.
But I'm right back to where I was, exercise and health-wise, seven years ago when my marriage ended.
I weighed 198 pounds when I stepped on the scale today. When I began exercising to kill the pain, the anguish was my fuel. I pushed myself and pushed and pushed myself. I dropped down to 165, developed myself in a way I didn't think was possible and gained so much more confidence than I've ever had.
Now the pain is gone and my life is running pretty well. My work is meaningful to me, my children are a part of my life and I've learned to enjoy solitude and a peaceful life without a partner.
But things are wrong. I'm eating too much. Drinking too much. And I'm getting unhealthy.
That's going to change. I have plans and I have goals and I will document them here. Being physically active is something I miss and I can feel the extra weight dragging down my quality of life.
So what am I going to do? Hit "publish" and keep myself accountable. But first, it's back to the gym for 45 minutes of cardio before I go back to work.
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