Magonia
ȻømɍȺđɇ Sŧᵾmᵽ
- Jan 2, 2022
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I’m a guy who wanted to write a book or build a tabletop RPG, chasing dreams that feel distant now because I hate being overweight. It’s not something you shrug off it’s a fist smashing your mind, body, and soul, with high cholesterol as the cruel son of a bitch swinging. I’m better than I was survived a scare that might’ve been a mini stroke, alone, no doctor, no clue how long my body froze up but I’m not done fighting. I’ve got more to go, and I’m telling you young adults who’ve never felt the scale’s betrayal so you don’t end up in my mess, with some dark laughs and a quiet ask for help.
Let’s lay it out, slow, like I’m staring at my own scars. My body’s been my enemy. Extra weight makes every step a slog, and high cholesterol’s the real killer, choking my veins like it wants me gone. I cross a room, and I’m gasping, legs aching, sweat soaking me. Clothes don’t fit they taunt. That scare I had, where my arm went numb and the world tilted? It was a warning I’m still crawling out from, not some finish line.
My mind takes a beating too. I think things through, always have, but being fat makes it ugly. You lose your edge, stuck on how people see you—a slob, a ghost. Every stare cuts deep, makes you feel less than human. Cholesterol’s haze fogs your head, slows you down. After that maybe-stroke, I’m sharper now, but the doubt still claws at me, like I’m one bad day from breaking.
The soul man, it’s heavy to say. I had plans, big ones, crafting stories or TTRPG worlds to feel free. Now I feel trapped, like I’m slipping away. I dodge nights out because crowds turn you into a target. Mirrors sting. It’s not about gods it’s losing the spark that makes you alive, with cholesterol laughing in the background. I’m fighting back, but it’s a long road.
The libido’s another casualty. You kids think you’ll always be ready, but fat kills that fire. I used to run at warp speed, full of hunger. Now I’m limping at impulse power, barely moving. Cholesterol’s messing with my drive, stealing what used to light me up. I’m clawing some back, but it’s a slog, and it hurts.
Here’s the bitter laugh, because it’s better than screaming. I went from vegetarian to vegan ditched milk, cheese, mayo, like I’m atoning for sins to keep cholesterol from burying me. Running till I’m dizzy, and the scale still mocks me. I’m not here to sell you on plants, but giving up cheese for weeds just to not die young? That’s my grim joke, and I’m still living it.
You grand kids wherever you’re barely hanging on, hear me: fat’s a predator. It waits till you’re down, then steals your health, your fire, your future. I survived that scare, but I’m not out of the woods still got battles ahead. I’m no hero; I’m asking for a way through. How do I keep going? How do I look at myself and not turn away? You out there, don’t let this be your story. Stay lean, stay strong or you’ll be like me, shouting for answers in the dark.
Let’s lay it out, slow, like I’m staring at my own scars. My body’s been my enemy. Extra weight makes every step a slog, and high cholesterol’s the real killer, choking my veins like it wants me gone. I cross a room, and I’m gasping, legs aching, sweat soaking me. Clothes don’t fit they taunt. That scare I had, where my arm went numb and the world tilted? It was a warning I’m still crawling out from, not some finish line.
My mind takes a beating too. I think things through, always have, but being fat makes it ugly. You lose your edge, stuck on how people see you—a slob, a ghost. Every stare cuts deep, makes you feel less than human. Cholesterol’s haze fogs your head, slows you down. After that maybe-stroke, I’m sharper now, but the doubt still claws at me, like I’m one bad day from breaking.
The soul man, it’s heavy to say. I had plans, big ones, crafting stories or TTRPG worlds to feel free. Now I feel trapped, like I’m slipping away. I dodge nights out because crowds turn you into a target. Mirrors sting. It’s not about gods it’s losing the spark that makes you alive, with cholesterol laughing in the background. I’m fighting back, but it’s a long road.
The libido’s another casualty. You kids think you’ll always be ready, but fat kills that fire. I used to run at warp speed, full of hunger. Now I’m limping at impulse power, barely moving. Cholesterol’s messing with my drive, stealing what used to light me up. I’m clawing some back, but it’s a slog, and it hurts.
Here’s the bitter laugh, because it’s better than screaming. I went from vegetarian to vegan ditched milk, cheese, mayo, like I’m atoning for sins to keep cholesterol from burying me. Running till I’m dizzy, and the scale still mocks me. I’m not here to sell you on plants, but giving up cheese for weeds just to not die young? That’s my grim joke, and I’m still living it.
You grand kids wherever you’re barely hanging on, hear me: fat’s a predator. It waits till you’re down, then steals your health, your fire, your future. I survived that scare, but I’m not out of the woods still got battles ahead. I’m no hero; I’m asking for a way through. How do I keep going? How do I look at myself and not turn away? You out there, don’t let this be your story. Stay lean, stay strong or you’ll be like me, shouting for answers in the dark.
