When You Discover That Your Ex Doesn’t Look as Good as She Used to, and You Look Even Better!

The Transformation From the Pitfalls of Hell to the Highest Emotional/Physical Peaks!

    About five years ago I was involved in a sever break-up from a relationship that lasted the better part of four years. A break like that, especially one that comes will little to no closure, leaves a gaping hole in you, One that you fill with “what if’s”, “what did I do’s”, and a bunch of “my life is over’s.” For months I tried to convince her that she had made a mistake, we were meant to be together, we complete each other’s sentences etc.  
    I would say that this left me with nothing, but that would be a lie. I was left with weeks of crying myself to sleep, severe depression, 210 lbs of guilt/malnutrition, and a 1/2 a step from becoming an alcoholic. My life had no meaning and no purpose because I was hell bent on a relationship that didn’t exist and wasn’t all that good to begin with. But like all fools, I was in love and it took over my life, and to rip that band-aid off wasn’t an easy recover.
    However, in the darkest time of our life is when we can see the light at the end of the tunnel the best. One day I woke up; realized my clothes didn’t fit, I had trouble going up the stairs with out getting short of breath, not being able to finish out the day with out wondering where you are going to go for that night’s drinking binge, and all the time in between wondering what “she” is doing. I had gained so much weight that I could not bend over to tie my shoes with out having to majorly suck in my gut.
    At some point I realized that I was supposed to be living my own life, not waiting for someone else to complete mine. I stopped drinking for a long time; I bought a bike and started riding, 20 miles a day at times. I went back to school and got serious about my degree. I also started watching what I ate. I lost 60 lbs by doing this, and it changed my life, oh so much for the better. 

Love is a Fickle Bitch, With Whom I Don't Care to Dance With Anymore

Everyone has thoughts of love, don’t even try and deny that. Most of the time when we wake up in the morning we ask ourselves, Why hasn’t love found me yet? Or we wonder if the person we are with is that “right person.” My answer to your question is… WHO BLOODY CARES? 
    We take on so much stress in dealing with love, and its not something that we should have to deal with every moment of every day. I say Fuck it! I’ll live my life for me and if love is gonna happen then it will happen either way, no point in me sitting around waiting for it, or contemplating why it didn’t work in the past.
    Get out there, do something, anything. The less you think about it the better, this is your life, run it till it runs no-more.