My inner circle know some details, but basically, beginning in around 2019, I made the mistake of choosing to under eat and I developed anorexia. Over the years, I’ve gotten better, gotten worse, but never really committed to healing, until now.
This morning I stepped on the scale, knowing the reading would be low, but I did not expect it to be as low as it was. (It was as low as I have ever seen it as an adult.) I’ve no time left to play. I have to get down to business, and I have started.
For the next 6 months to a year (that’s my guess), I am going to have to take in a substantial (massive?) caloric surplus, in order to heal my body.
That’s what I’ll be doing. Indeed, I’ve already started.
I did a lot of damage, but unless some permanent damage was done, I’ll heal it all.
Hopefully one day, after I am fully recovered, I will be able to help others, especially older men such as myself, who made the same mistake I made.