Don’t Call It A Comeback.
Fuck Cancer.
I’ll admit, finding out, that initial time of finding out, was very difficult and stayed with me for a couple of weeks. I stayed in bed for many days just reeling from the news.
BUT, this last cycle of mania, I had an epiphany.
I’m 33. I’ll be 34 this year. I have a type of blood cancer, Essential Thrombocythemia, that I’ll live with for the rest of my life. I’ll never beat it. It’ll never be in remission. I don’t want that to be my life, though. I don’t want that to be the ‘thing’ about me. I want to kick cancer’s ass in another way and that’s by living my best life possible.
So, I’m making a few changes.
I’ve sworn off junk food/fast food.
I’m quitting colas.
I’m drinking mostly water.
I ‘joined’ the base gym today.
I’m practicing more self care.
It all started while I was in mania but it has lasted through me balancing out, too. I just feel like, working with my talk therapist, I’m in a good place right now. I feel very hopeful.
My goal is to obviously be more fit. Love myself more. Be healthier.
Let’s see how it goes. I’m starting at 228.6lbs today, on Wednesday, January 17th, 2024.
Right now, it may be peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that break me.
