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Technically it started at the end of 2019. I was fat, tired, drunk, full of fear, deeply unhealthy, and one evening after dinner I was simply done with it all. I wasn't inspired, I was done. There is a difference, and anyone who has quit something for real knows which one ushers in a change. I finally woke up to myself standing at the edge of a threshold I knew I would never be able to cross back over. For the first time in ages I welcomed the uncertainty.

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