

Went to the gym with my mom today. I hadn’t been there for two months because of my illness. It’s nice to feel that my body can still lift a few kilograms. I don’t have any hopes of losing weight, but moving and keeping myself in relative shape feels really good. It was scary when I first got sick and felt that working out didn’t bring me any joy, only drained my energy. Today, it wasn’t like that, and I’m really happy about it.