Negativity Is Like The Sea
…it can only sink your ship, if you let it in.
After several years of significant chronic lower back pain, I was determined to do something about it in the Spring of 2024. I’m currently rehabilitated with a few flare-ups from time to time and some dull nagging pain. I started lifting again 3 weeks ago, this time with joint health as the number one priority and muscle growth coming in second. At that time, I was resolved to dial in my nutrition and sleep as well. I designed a grazing meal plan to meet my macronutrient targets and it’s going great. I did a sleep test and went on a CPAP to remedy my sleep apnea.
I haven’t felt this high and light on my feet since my mid-30’s.
There’s an unexpected cost. My family thinks I’m starving myself. My extended family says sacrificing food and alcohol isn’t sustainable and I’m headed for disaster. Friends and coworkers have told me there’s not a chance they’d walk this path. I have not one person in my corner, cheering me on.
It’s pretty crappy of me to drop in, puke up these life events and bail for a while, I know, but it doesn’t seem to be good news, outside of the anonymous crowd of SW.
After several years of significant chronic lower back pain, I was determined to do something about it in the Spring of 2024. I’m currently rehabilitated with a few flare-ups from time to time and some dull nagging pain. I started lifting again 3 weeks ago, this time with joint health as the number one priority and muscle growth coming in second. At that time, I was resolved to dial in my nutrition and sleep as well. I designed a grazing meal plan to meet my macronutrient targets and it’s going great. I did a sleep test and went on a CPAP to remedy my sleep apnea.
I haven’t felt this high and light on my feet since my mid-30’s.
There’s an unexpected cost. My family thinks I’m starving myself. My extended family says sacrificing food and alcohol isn’t sustainable and I’m headed for disaster. Friends and coworkers have told me there’s not a chance they’d walk this path. I have not one person in my corner, cheering me on.
It’s pretty crappy of me to drop in, puke up these life events and bail for a while, I know, but it doesn’t seem to be good news, outside of the anonymous crowd of SW.
41-45, M
