MS tried to slow me down… and for a while, it landed some heavy blows. Because MS is a dog fight — messy, unpredictable, and some days you feel like you’re swinging blind. And honestly? It feels like I sat down during lockdown… and never fully got back up. Life hit hard. Stress, kids, fatigue, work — everything piled on. MS doesn’t exactly wait for you to catch your breath. I lost weight. Lost strength. Lost confidence. Bit by bit, I stopped fighting for myself. But over the last few weeks, I’ve been dragging myself back into the gym — slow at first, rough around the edges, but trying. And the truth? MS nurses always say pre-workout is bad for MS. But today I thought, to hell with it, took C4 again… and something just SWITCHED ON. My body remembered who I used to be. After all the weight loss, suddenly — because of the pump — I was looking in the mirror at a body that looked carved from stone. A proper Greek god moment. It made me realise how long I’ve spent looking at other people with envy… and forgetting what I already had inside me. Muscles pumped, posture lifted, energy lit up — like someone flicked the breaker back to “full power.” For the first time in years, I felt alive again. And the truth is… I’ve still got a lot of cards left on the table. MS hasn’t seen my last move. MS doesn’t get the final say. I do. People think MS is the end of the road. It’s not. It’s a scrap. A street fight. A proper dog fight where you get knocked down and climb back up again — even on the days you don’t think you can. And if you’re fighting your own battle, whatever it looks like: You’re not done. You’ve got more rounds in you. This isn’t over. This is my comeback. The rebuild starts now. And trust me… the fat lady hasn’t even stepped on stage.