I promise, this is not a New Year’s Resolutions post. Instead, this is a time of having my eyes opened. I am founding a cult. I am not founding a cult, I just feel nervous talking about anything real. 2024 was the worst year I have ever had, health-wise. As of this writing, I am currently waiting to be discharged from the hospital for the 3rd time in 12 months for Pancreatitis. For those of you who have also had it, I am sorry, you know how painful it is. It feels like something is trying to escape your abdomen by stabbing its way out. There is also one way in which it is commonly caused, and that cause is the reason why I keep getting it.
While I have been drinking less alcohol over the years, I am also getting older. I am approaching 40, and it appears I can no longer treat my body like a dumpster, that’s on fire, and that no one is coming to put out. I have to put out that fire, and to that end, I am giving up alcohol, in its entirety. It is responsible for pretty much any health issues I have, is the biggest barrier I have left to losing weight, improving my mental health, as well as my finances.
So what does this all mean? Honestly I have no clue. I am not resolving to do anything. I don’t promise to work out, engage in some sort of pursuit. Every time I have, I have fallen very short, very fast. I just know some things need to change, and this change just happened to come at the new year. Good luck to me.
Ray Knows Nothing 