I got off my ass today. 

Two days after weighing myself and seeing 242. I only was that high once before – 2005-06. I got back to 198, but that was drinking, not eating, exercising, and crying…

I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve faced depression over the years, and the last two years I slipped back there. Losing my dad, my career, and in many ways my identity, since 2015 has been tough.

Lots of part-time jobs. Lots of freelance assignments. Lots of contracts. Lots of emails, handshakes, phone calls, cover letters and resumes later, I’m still underemployed and broke, plus my first contract job in P.R. ends in about a month. 

So, today I got on this old Schwinn stationary. Rode 3 miles and feel awful, but awesome too. Izzy “rode” after I was done. 

Got too much to live for to just give up… Hugs, y’all…