So, as you know I've been pretty sick. I used to go to the gym a lot, and just be active. 2 things have happened in 2012/2013. I was diagnosed with severe depression, as a result from being on a drug called accutane. I had some pretty bad acne, and really just hated me. Even though, I hate what this drug to me mentally, physically I'll be forever grateful. I've since stopped accutane, and my acne has been gone since. I finally started being myself again and continued my weightless journey!
The other thing that rained on my parade was the big "C"! I've gone through and felt with that, and I'm currently finishing my last radiation treatment then it's on the road to remission. After these 2 major setbacks, I honestly felt defeated. I wanted to throw in the bag and say "why bother?!?". Seems like every time I tried to make me happy, the world had other options!
I basically had my mental "swift kick in the ass" just then while browsing pics on my phone! I thought, why continue to improve me? Because of how fucking far I came to look back now.
Fuck this shit, onwards and upwards.
