A junky looks dope sick or skinny at times, but I guarantee you've been in the presence of an addict without knowing
People at your work may go home and drink every night, yet you may only know their sober version
That support group of sex addicts is indistinguishable from the celibate shoppers at costco
The guy who just blew his life savings at the casino looks like the guy giving that sermon at church
That wife beater might be your waiter
That kleptomaniac goes unnoticed on his shopping spree
Yet every time I entered a restaurant, approached a female, worked out at a gym, went to the pool, or simply walked in a room, my vice was on full display. I carried a flashing neon sign that said " Problem here! Not in control!"
I've been called every derogatory, fat person, insult out there. I've been shamed by family, peers, and even authority figures.
It's not fair that weight is not a secret struggle but a public battle field.
But here's the good news. When you start to win that battle, noone can deny the war hero you become. Noone can claim you arent the Sgt. FatCellSmasher. I'm down 170 lbs in 14 months and building muscle as I lose weight. I can walk into a room of people that knew me a year ago, and my purple heart of weight loss might as well be tattooed across my forehead. I know my war isnt won. Hell, it may very well be a neverending war. But guess what, over the past 14 months, I've finally turned the tide. I've only lost a handful of battles in the last 425 days. Not only that, when others saw me defeating the enemy, they joined forces. I'm now amassing an army. I've inspired people from friends to complete strangers. Someone online hit me up in may. He was over 600 pounds. Hes down 150 lbs in 6 months. Turns out other people are ready to become war heroes too.
Are you?
That's a rhetorical question. The answer is obviously yes.
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