Two weeks ago, I posted a video of myself and a friend playing a game of pool in a house full of strangers, and it took me a few minutes to realise how much I had missed.
In fact, I was watching this video for the first time in weeks.
In a few days, I would be watching a lot more videos.
For the most part, I still found myself looking for the right words, or the right pictures, or trying to catch the most perfect picture of someone I knew.
But this time, I could just see what was going on, and I was not alone.
My life had changed forever.
I was the most famous person in the world.
I had a house with a television, a car, a camera, a lot of money, a big family, a beautiful wife and children, and an amazing dog.
I could afford to travel and have a big, exciting life.
I didn’t have to go to the gym.
I wasn’t spending time at home, or doing any of the things that most of us take for granted.
I would have never guessed that my life would be so extraordinary in such a short time.
It’s not easy, and that’s part of the challenge, too.
But I am still here.
And I want to tell you about it.
It was September, and my daughter had just turned seven.
For most of the year, she was my life.
She was the happiest child in the whole world.
She loved to read, and she loved to cook.
She played with me and my friends.
I even took her to the cinema.
She wasn’t even able to eat food because of her tummy.
It had never been that easy.
She had her own little diet, but she didn’t like it, and the doctors would say she could never eat a healthy diet.
It made her feel horrible, and her tumour had always been so big.
In November, I told her she had to do something about it: we needed to do more weight loss.
She wanted to try to get in shape.
She didn’t want to eat healthy.
I knew I was going to need help, so I went to a gym that had a huge weight room.
I did my own thing, but the gym had a lot to do with what I wanted to do.
It also had to make me healthier.
I started with a lot less cardio and exercise.
I went out to eat a lot.
I took on some weight training and worked out regularly.
It got me back into shape.
But all the while, I had to be aware that she was the only one who could see her weight and she was only going to be able to see it once a month.
It just wasn’t enough.
In January, we had to have another surgery on our hips.
I lost the most weight in the gym, but I had been eating too much, so my back was hurting.
So I was in the hospital for another round of surgery, and at the end of the operation, my back came back.
It felt like it was being ripped open and then thrown out.
I felt horrible, I couldn’t breathe, and all my muscles ached.
I told my family and friends, and they told me that I was doing something wrong.
But the doctors said that I wasn.
So, when I told them, they said that they were really sorry for what they had done.
They told me to be happy, and then I said, OK, they can try to help me.
It didn’t work, and when they finally tried, I just couldn’t do it. I couldn