A really good thing.
I WENT TO GYMNASTICS!
It was so fun and I made friends with people almost immediately. And now, I feel a bit more put together and confident in my recovery.
You know that feeling when you go to the gym and then you emerge feeling amazing, and you walk past some smokers, and you just feel totally repulsed by it? (Regardless of whether or not you are a smoker…) Well, I felt a bit like that on a more extreme scale last night. I came out of the gym, and thought about using and just thought of all the good I had just done, and all the hard work I had put into my body and thought, “why ruin it?”
So there we have it. A small victory!