I had to give in. And make the choice that was best for my wife, our family, and for me...
I remember driving home in silence.
I sat in the passenger seat holding the pill bottle in my hand. Imagining how everything I worked so hard for, everything I stood for, would disappear in a matter of months.
The fat I’d worked so hard to lose would come back.
I’ll be “Funk, the zombie.”
Walking around the house low on energy and unmotivated again...
And my biggest fear crept into the forefront of my mind, haunted by the memory of my ex-girlfriend… I’d lose my wife.
It was just a decade ago my ex girlfriend left me because of my low T, a reality I’m about to create with every pill I swallow.
I was terrified I’d lose someone again. And feel the rock bottom hit of rejection and humiliation.
But it was that or death.
Then I realized… it didn’t have to be this way.
In fact, this was an opportunity…