I was terrified that if I stopped getting better, if I gave myself a break from any of it, all my insecurities and innate laziness would get the drop on me again. Anytime I felt physically exhausted or mentally zapped, I pictured that twenty-four-year-old fat ass glaring at me with a big smile on his face. A smile that said, “I’m still here, bitch. I am who you really are, and I’m not going anywhere.”
