Bottom line, my health and my fitness keep me sane. Everyday, literally everyday I look at my reflection and box, as I am walking through the apartment, or past the mirror in the bathroom. Sometimes outside, when I am working on something by my truck or some random reflection on a building, I’ll look at the reflection and practice my technique.

In the air, when I am doing the most basic of tasks, I find myself throwing my fists in the air at invincible targets. Sitting at my desk even. I move side to side, I jab, followed up with my crazy-strong right cross and my powerful hook and uppercut.

I knock them out.

Wap! Pow! Bang! Blast! ….. Got you’re *BLANK*! Mother *BLEEPER*!

Why am I fighting? Why the hate? Who am I fighting? Why am I like this? Is this healthy? Do I feel strong?

These are the questions I ask as I train. I think deep down I fight because of what I’ve been through, or what I go through.

It’s who I am.

Anger and aggression get built up inside of me; stuff that get’s stored from dealing with difficult things in life. I fight diabetes. Everyday.

Every f’ing day. It’s relentless…it never f’ing stops.

EVER.

So why should I?

I fight to feel strong.

I once heard a quote, in one of my favorite movies that, “it’s not important to be strong, but to feel strong...”

That quote has stuck with me ever since and it probably will for the rest of my life. It makes sense. I think it applies directly to me. I fight and workout so I can feel strong. I fight so I don’t feel like I’m getting my *BLEEPING* ASS kicked all day by diabetes.

I really am thankful. So very, very, very thankful that I still have my health and that I have the physical capabilities to fight, and to move, and to work out and do all the other things that I love to do.

Fighting is my release, my spirit, my medicine, my meditation. I don't ever want to lose my health.

Thank you for reading. –Andy.