Almost three years ago I had one of the hardest conversations with my father. He told me he loved me, and out of that love, he told me I really had to manage my weight better to avoid health problems that run in my family (high blood pressure and high cholesterol: both of which I had.)
In June of 2018, I walked into a crossfit gym for the first time, and I also made a conscious effort to stop eating out all the time and make gradual, better choices with my diet. I was no longer getting fast food multiple times a week, I stopped drinking soda, and I significantly cut back on my alcohol intake. I learned how to cook and added lean meats, complex carbs and vegetables to my diet. I learned to love clean eating along with working out hard.
I also was struggling badly with depression and anxiety, and I vowed to fix that. I found a therapist to talk to and I saw him regularly, I went on anti-depressants (found one that wouldn’t cause weight gain) and anti-anxiety medication, I made sure I got out of my apartment (pre-Covid lol) and I learned to love myself, and my body.
Fitness is a lifelong journey, and I intend to keep living healthy well into my later years.
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