Lost 160 Pounds So Far...

Yesterday, I was very anxious. More anxious than I have been all year. I could barely breathe at some parts of the day, and none of it made sense to me. Anxiety rarely does, but this was really bad.

I had to take it easy for the night. While sitting there I thought and thought and worried and worried. And a really good friend said something earlier in the day that hit me hours later…

“You probably aren’t used to things going well.”

Let me start off by saying I am officially down 160 pounds. So I am now down to pre pandemic when I was slowly gaining weight lol. But life is so much different. I can move and run and I do not get tired and can help around the house and do things with my kids. Everyone has different goals for losing weight. Health is always the main one, but the second reason is a vanity one always and rightly so. To look better. To feel better. And for me, my vanity reason is so that I can do things with my kids. Hell, yesterday my son asked me why I was running up the stairs. Do you know that it has been over four years since I “ran”? My answer was because I can. And that is a great answer for me.

In my previous post, I discussed how my kids are doing well, I made some hard but good decisions about my future. I want to write. I want to sell sports cards like I sold cars. After restaurants, I wholesaled cars and while it was a disaster, it is basically the same format as selling sports cards. Except much less overhead.

I also will get political, but going to be paid posts only. I have said over and over again on here that I want to do something for people who support me. So if you follow me on Twitter, I rarely get political anymore. There are reasons as well. More about some of the “resistor” accounts being very unauthentic and also…selling sports cards. But my voice needs to be out there, and I want it for the smaller audience.

My Twitter account at one time got 200 million impressions a month. It barely gets 2 million now. I am good with that. I made the family choice to sell art and be muted by accounts and lose some good friends. I am very proud of my art. More than I let on. It was never a stick figure, it was a part of me that someone could own. it was a part of my political Twitter or depression. And no one should ever be forced to like or accept it. But when a childhood hero of mine who played basketball and claimed to do good in the world shit on me, that was enough. he can truly f*ck off. Him and his accounts that steal content from everyone.

I have to say one thing. No one was a bigger supporter of my art than Hoarse Whisperer, Michael. I have not spoken to him in close to three years because I was in a bad place and took it out on him and someone he likes, and even though I apologized, he never forgave me. I do not blame him. I have absolutely nothing negative to ever say about him. He truly truly helped me with my art and I cannot thank him enough. I am just sad he isn’t here to see me at my best.

My god, so many people helped me. I just hope I helped some.

I am rambling because I truly have a lot to say, but it will be spread out this week. Main thing is I am good. A special person got me there. And I am past the light now at the end of the tunnel. it is time to shine.

Thank you for reading. Starting this week, expect political and very personal posts behind a paywall. And as always, if you like what you see, and want to support what I do, any amount left here would be appreciated.