Death is a transition of physical to non-physical and although I know this, I accept this, it still hurts. Ending one chapter and beginning a new page is difficult but definitely doable. So I spend my time in the gym, sweating out the sweat my body happily releases, just like the tears my eyes so easily create rivers for this drought of a heart I possess. So I push forward, it’s hard, it hurts, but I keep going. Believing in something more, something more that gives some sort of explanation or a sense of peace, that’s spirituality. Combine the three together and I’m finding…… a restructured me.
Oh yeah and this 21 day detox of no sugar natural or processed, is atrocious… on my 3rd day and I wanna give up and go grab some McDonalds lovely salted fries… but I have my fitness circuit class to attend in a few… I think I’ll pass, 18 days and counting… a revamped me.