I think it is fair to say that my first journey was doomed before it even began. I was fighting off old demons and trying to exorcise them on my own, not realizing that sometimes the simplest answer comes in the form of friends and family. The people in my life today, are the same people trying to save myself from a heart attack or stroke and for that I am deeply and forever grateful. The other answer also comes from within. (Could I be more cliche? lol). Five years ago my father had a heart attack...or two...which lead to a quintuple pass, or a quadruple and one for good luck. I swore then that I would get my butt in gear and get motivated, so I would not meet the same fate. Being born with a heart impairment, especially mine, is bad enough, but to gain all of this weight and just let it happen, is just as bad. I have always known the downside of my defect, but life and emotions got in the way. Now, I truly believe I am in a better place and I ask...
We all have a voice that has something to say.