Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

Another One Bites the Dust

I just found out a good friend died yesterday in a motorbike crash. I love bikes, but they are so dangerous. I sold my bike six years ago after a bad crash that could easily have killed me, and as much as I would love to get myself another one, I know the risks are too high. Losing a friend only reinforces my determination to fight as if my life depends on it because the bottom line is, it does. RIP, Swing.

I notified Meals on Wheels and my counselors that I wouldn't be coming back, and I feel a sense of relief. I expect within the next few days the fund managers for my 401k will be in contact to let me know what issues I need to address for the application to be accepted. Just ticking boxes and getting things done.

It's been almost eight weeks since I lapsed. It will be interesting to see if the three-month curse rears its ugly head again. I've experienced almost no cravings since then, and none whatsoever over the last four weeks. I'm feeling confident, but not overconfident about my chance of avoiding a possible relapse. I'm acutely aware of how quickly things can change, and one day at a time is still very much the way to live.

Training is going really well. I haven't missed a single day in eight weeks. My body complains every night as I climb into bed, or even when I stand up to get out of a chair (especially if I've been sitting for a while), but the pain is just God reminding me that I'm still alive. I can feel my body changing and getting stronger, and I like it...I like it a lot.