About two years ago, I lost about 100 pounds. And if there is anything that can fuck with your sense of reality, it's that.
I always assumed I was going to be fat for the rest of my life. And unhappy. And lonely.
Boy, was I ever wrong.
As amazing an experience as it was to lose all that weight (and keep it off), the thing I'm most grateful for is the spiritual awakening that came along with it.
Take it from me, losing weight doesn't solve all of your problems. Not by a long shot. But actively seeking the truth does.
Not only about the world, but about yourself.
Anyhow, that's why I'm optimistic. I think back to to that time and who I was: 34 years old, 300 pounds, a virgin, and a man who had no hope. And now all those things are no longer true.
Miracles happen eveyday. But miracles take hard work and patience, and a belief that you'll prevail no matter what the current circumstances are.
What does this have to do with the conversation we're having here at DKos?
I don't know, you tell me...