NPM 3

NPM 3

Little by little you see the change.

Electricity flows through your limbs, energy pulses through your muscles awakening everything that had been dormant for too long.

With every jab and every thrust you shake off the atrophy of stiff joints and learn to move again.

Focus on yourself in the mirror don’t look to your right or to your left.

They’re not why you’re here.

They’re not why you power through.

Their body is not your body.

Their goals are not your goals.

It hurts less today than it did last week. Focus on that.

Focus on the fact that you can do more than you did two months ago.

Don’t quit.

Don’t stop.

Don’t give up.

Every day you get a little bit stronger.

Every day is a new victory.

An Admission

An Admission

I’m going to admit something to you, the reader, the small group of people who happen upon my blog every once in a while.

I’ve decided to have gastric bypass surgery.

It’s weird.

I’ve only told a handful of people.

Mostly because I’m ashamed.

I am ashamed for needing and wanting this surgery.

It’s a little fucked, I know. I’m sure my psychologist would say I was being unkind to myself.

I’m not happy with my body and nothing I do seems to work. I figured this would be the drastic kick in the butt I need.

I mean, I’m nothing if not dramatic.

But it’s a whole process before they let you have surgery. Appointment after appointment and a complete lifestyle change, otherwise this isn’t going to work.

I’ve started to lose weight in preparation for the surgery to help me lose more weight.

The future seems bright.