I stepped on the scale one day and watched it bounce off 600 pounds. At that point I realized that I had to either make some drastic changes or die. A few years of therapy and introspection followed. Bariatric surgery. A very slow weight loss and then finally getting off my ass and getting in the gym. I finally made the choice to live instead of simply existing. I realized what a ****ty example I was providing for my children as I watched them follow me down the path of obesity. I finally realized that I was out of excuses.

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It makes me feel alive. It works far better to fight my depression than any medication ever did. I struggled to walk in the gym the first time, I forced myself to stay, I forced myself to go back. Now enjoy it. I like to sweat, to feel the ache, to know that today I did just a little bit more than I could yesterday. And my children are noticing and wanting to be more active too.