It’s been almost two months since I made the huge decision to quit Prednisone, a steroid that I have been on for five years. Five years of slow but sure weight gain. Five years of my body using the drug as a band-aid in attempts to mask my pain but not help it.
There have been times in the past two months that I’ve seriously considered going back on it. There have been moments where I realized what a strong band-aid it had been, keeping me more mobile when I was on it than I am now.
But then there are days like today, where I look in the mirror and see my body’s relief at being able to lose what it had gained. I may still have pain, I will always still have pain. But at least I got my body back.
And that’s good enough for me.