Tag: transformation

Sunday, 28.12.2025

: almost a year ago, an idea showed up in my head. to take an old garage – full of old stuff, dirty, forgotten – and turn it into my own room. a workout room. a small private . mine. for a year, it was just a , and during that year I was slowly doing it. cleaning. throwing things away. fixing. arranging. changing this weird, dirty place into something real.

now I’m thinking about it and I’m proud. five minutes ago I wasn’t. but when I look at the whole , I am. really. it was a very old, very dirty place. and now it’s a room. a workout room. my .

today I went there for the first training. the first one after almost a year of building instead of using. and it was hard. not physically – mentally. this place isn’t finished. not even close. but it’s good enough to start. so I started. six minutes. only six minutes of actual workout. I was there much longer, but the workout itself was six minutes. and that was fine. it was hard. but it was good.

there was a lot of . switching from creating this place to actually using it. from the room. from the . from myself. now it’s late evening and I already know something: I will go there tomorrow. and the day after tomorrow. and the next day too. I won’t say “I hope”. I will use it.

I’ve been waiting for this for so long. and now it’s here. done enough. real. usable. this already came true. now I just need to live inside it. and maybe… let the go. and have fun there. we’ll see.

Monday, 01.12.2025

today feels like the real beginning of something I’ve been trying to do for years: quitting sugar. completely. and it’s already the second day of this journey.

the funny thing is, it’s not like I’ve been stuffing myself with sweets every day. actually, the opposite. for the last few years I’ve been slowly cutting sugar down, reducing it step by step. well, for most days I guess. let’s put it this way: I had my moments. no dessert after lunch, no candy during the day. drinks were a different story – I haven’t touched regular coke for a long time, but even the zero version felt like drinking something sugary. still, sometimes I managed to avoid that crap. but even with all that progress, I could never make the final cut – the moment where sugar disappears completely from my life. there was always something. a little bit in my morning coffee with oat milk and that one teaspoon of sugar – which I loved having every day. a tiny snack at home. small, harmless exceptions that kept the door open.

and this is the part I could never beat.

until now.

a few days ago I decided that when I finished the sugar I already had at home, I simply wouldn’t buy more. no big ceremony, no diet, no huge rules – just: when the jar is empty, that’s it. and two days ago, I used the last teaspoon.

there was this strange moment when I thought about giving myself one last small goodbye treat. one last sugary coffee. one last piece of that cake I had in my kitchen cabinet. something symbolic. but the more I thought about it, the more it felt wrong. I didn’t want the last treat to decide the ending for me. I didn’t want sugar to get a goodbye celebration. I wanted the choice to be mine.

so I did something I’ve never done before:

I poured the coffee out.

I skipped the cake, just broke it into small pieces and threw it away.

and I decided that I am the one closing this chapter.

and yesterday, I had my first coffee without sugar – and I didn’t fight with it. I didn’t avoid it. I didn’t panic inside like the last times. I just accepted it, calmly, like something that simply belongs in my life now. I wasn’t trying to survive a rule. I was just living with a decision. so many similarities to my first day without cigarettes many years ago.

and you know what? like with cigarettes – the first day without it was quite easy. the excitement of having this new journey, this progress in my life – it helped me survive. the second day is much worse, because you know, I’m not “quitting” anymore. it’s the day of new reality. sugarless reality. so on this second day… coffee without sugar isn’t so good. it doesn’t taste like victory, it tastes like new rules, new me. but it’s ok.

talking all of this through with my chatgpt companion helped more than I expected. it made me say things out loud instead of keeping them floating in my head. it reminded me why this matters: I want more energy. I want to feel healthier – no, I want to be healthier. I want to be stronger in my dance training. I want my mind to be clean and focused. quitting sugar isn’t only about sugar – it’s about trusting myself enough to follow through with something that’s good for me. it’s about getting even stronger.

I know the real test will happen in the store in a few days. that moment when I pass the sugar shelf and my hand automatically wants to reach out. but I also know that if I hold that line for a few days – maybe a week, maybe two – it’s over. for real this time. and I feel it’s coming.

so yesterday was day one of zero sugar. today is just another day of new me.

not because my life was full of sugar before, but because I finally removed the last tiny piece of it.

the final detail.

the last exception.

the door fully closed.

next step?

fast food. eating outside. shutting down another old habit.

see you at the next station – in a few weeks I hope.

Koniec

Thursday, 13.11.2025

: lately I feel like I’m drifting again. not completely lost, but definitely not where I want to be. that weird in-between space where I keep moving, going to dance classes, checking things off… but somehow still ending the day in a way that doesn’t feel like my life. fast food, a quick show, some scrolling. nothing dramatic. nothing terrible. just… typical. and that’s exactly the problem.

I don’t want a typical life. I can’t afford a typical life if I want the things I say I want.

and it hits even harder because this isn’t new. it’s a pattern. November comes, and suddenly I have two dating apps installed again. I start “looking” for something, even though I have no idea what. fast food sneaks back in. tiny routines I don’t want quietly push away the ones I do. I’ve seen this before. last year, the year before… the same loop.

and that’s when the disappointment lands. because I know I’m capable of more. a few months ago I felt strong, focused, moving forward. and now? now I feel like a regular guy doing regular things. and nothing in me wants “regular.”

the scary part is realising that I actually believed I was past this. that I owned my life now. that I ruled it. and facing these patterns again makes me feel like I’m just a weak human after all. and that weak human… he can’t make my dreams happen. I need to be better than that.

so today I finally said the thing I didn’t want to admit out loud:

I am disappointed with myself. very much.

and maybe this is the start of the anger I’ve been waiting for. just a tiny spark, but maybe it’ll lead somewhere again. the worst part? even that feels like a pattern too. anger → motivation → mobilization → drift → repeat. and I honestly don’t know what to feel about that.

Thursday, 06.11.2025

: so, tonight was different.

it’s thursday – my only this week without any dance class. no jazz, no gym, no training.

just me. and that’s usually the zone.

because you know how it goes – a free , some fast food, maybe a tv show, a bit of #scrolling… and then the night’s gone. but not today. today I stopped myself. I just said: no. I put my shoes on and went for a .

and that changed everything.

I was supposed to rest, but I don’t really rest. I rest through motion, through . after a few kilometers I felt lighter, stronger, full of energy. this gave me . to think, to act, to move.

when there’s , there’s excitement. and when excitement becomes routine – that’s the best part. because that means I made it mine.

so yeah. maybe it was just a .

but maybe it was also a small rebellion – against old , against the quiet pull of nothingness. and it worked. I feel alive again.

. that’s what it was.

: yesterday I’ve cancelled two . feedbin, and after that also instapaper. nothing big – but something changed.

a few days ago I got an email about my feedbin renewal. not a huge thing, just one of those automatic reminders. I was even going to renew it – it’s not expensive, and feedbin is a nice service. but that one email made me stop. think. and somehow it triggered a whole chain reaction.

I looked at my rss feeds – dozens of them, thousands of unread articles. that wasn’t information anymore, it was baggage. old versions of me, old habits, old curiosities, old languages. like a room full of ghosts – whispering: “read me, remember me, you used to care.” but I don’t. not anymore.

many of them were polish blogs, polish sources, topics I’m not interested in. those feeds were still publishing into a room I no longer live in. every scroll was a reminder of someone I used to be.

so I started cleaning. like I clean my . like a minimalist should. deleting (rss) apps and subscriptions isn’t about data – it’s about weight. emotional weight. unread articles feel like unfinished conversations, like a debt to my past self.

so I let them go. cancelled feedbin, then cancelled instapaper, moved everything into one reader (reeder) app. one that feels light. and it’s probably temporary. or maybe not. I don’t even know if I’ll stay with it. maybe I’ll simplify it even more. but right now, it feels free. not the “I can do anything” kind of freedom – the “I don’t have to” kind.

and that’s the best kind of . people usually add things to feel better. I prefer removing them. one quiet decision, one small click – and suddenly half my digital life rearranged itself.

Wednesday, 05.11.2025

: , when I play something called “my station”, keeps giving me sad songs. well, mostly. spotify didn’t do that. and i wonder – does apple music think i’m a sad person? need sad songs? need this reflection time with music? or does it just remember me as that person?

I used apple music for many years, then switched to just a year ago. and honestly, I’m a completely different person now. knows only the new me – without the old luggage.

three years ago, my life was quieter. I was rebuilding, searching for my new self. kind of lost in some ways, unsure what to do, I guess. transforming.

and when I started using spotify, I was already dancing, moving, breathing differently. had that energy that spotify saw – and learned.

so maybe it’s time to raise apple music to who i am now.

Koniec

Saturday, 25.10.2025

: after my , i was afraid that my daughters wouldn’t trust me much. that it would feel strange when they stayed at my place – for me and for them. that it would be hard to live, even for a few days, in my minimalistic, one-room house – this weird, symbiotic space so different from every other . i thought it would be hard for them. hard for me. awkward most of the time. it’s not easy to let someone into such a closed world – even your own kids.

but it’s not like that at all. it’s the opposite. i feel so good when they’re here, in this stupid little house. and even more — i can feel that they also feel great here with me. we talk a lot, we always eat together, we laugh almost every minute we’re together. we fight against fast food, go rollerblading, watch our dancing videos – because we’re all learning to dance! and i don’t think it’s a coincidence.

in the first year after the divorce, after leaving my wife, i often wondered if it was the right decision. today i’m sure it was – the most important one of my life. and i’m so glad everything turned out this way. i feel deeply grateful – for my choices, but also for all those little coincidences that led me here.

or… maybe there are no coincidences?

my daughters are sleeping right now, and i can’t wait to wake them up to spend another morning with them. yeah, i was so wrong at first. i’m glad they’re here. and… i think… they also feel good here, with me.

Thursday, 23.10.2025

: sometimes, to make a , you just have to make a . a small one.

like changing the where – or how – you . you know, upside down. just upside down.

start with this tiny thing and see what happens.

and if it doesn’t work, try something else.

change another small thing.

something will stick.

something will click.

and that one small thing might be the tip of the iceberg – the thing that changes everything.

just try. i’m . small thing. another one.

Wednesday, 22.10.2025

: i can’t say it was a bad day yesterday, but it was hard, you know. the first part of the day – until maybe 4 p.m. – was great. just great. i even added my mood to Apple Health and picked “pleasant”. it was a pleasure, a very high-energy day. so yeah, the first part was just great.

the second part… well, maybe “tricky” is the right word. i decided to go to my roller lessons, just to move a bit before my jazz class. to feel the music – i love riding with music, kind of dancing on rollers. i just love it. it can be either amazing or really depressing sometimes, but yesterday i felt it could be one of those great rides.

and it was, until i slightly went off the path and one of my car tires went flat. yeah, not the rollers – the car. it happened on my way there. not great, as you can imagine. then i found out my car doesn’t even have a spare tire. it’s a small car, and there’s simply no space for one. but still, i stayed calm. i waited about an hour for roadside help, and when they finally came, the guy changed the tire and also fixed the other one, because it turned out that one was punctured and the other was damaged too. so yeah, unexpected money spent.

i managed to catch the last part of the roller lesson – from two hours, only about 45 minutes left. i had some fun, didn’t really get into the full flow, but okay. then, on my way to the jazz class, i started to feel that the car was driving a bit differently. maybe it was just my imagination, but i didn’t feel fully confident anymore.

and during the jazz lesson… i was kind of exhausted. it’s the hardest one for me – fast, full of quick movements – and sometimes i just can’t keep up.

but now, the next morning, i know i didn’t do anything stupid with my dinner. in fact, i ate almost nothing, and it was actually good for me. i slept through the whole night, little longer than usual, but that’s fine. and today i feel okay. it was a hard day yesterday, but it’s behind me. i’m in a good mood, there’s a lot to do today, and life goes on. it’s okay.

Monday, 20.10.2025

: so I’m slowly restarting my life. and it’s not easy, because I’m restarting it in English. I have to switch everything I know into this new language – my diary, my notes, even what I eat. it’s strange, because I’ve never used any of these English names for meals before. I don’t know the exact words for what I eat, but thanks to Steve (AI) I’m learning. I upload a photo of my breakfast, I talk about it, and step by step I start to describe my days in English.

I hope that in a few days I’ll be better at describing my meals – not only for myself, but for my whole system, the one that tracks my life. now I’m also preparing my website for this new version of me, for this new language. I decided I want to migrate everything into English – without deleting the Polish part. actually, I’ve been writing in two languages for the past few days, and it’s quite ok, I have to say.

so I’m switching my site to English, but I have to do it slowly and carefully, because my site wasn’t bilingual before. I need to rewrite some parts of it, rename things, update domains, taglines, tags, categories… all of it. so yeah – it’s a lot of work, but I’m not in a hurry. I won’t rush.

: my last weeks of stupidity made me gain a little weight again – around one, maybe one and a half kilos more than I wanted to keep. so I went back above 73 kg. and that’s actually good – a kind of punishment for the last days, a clear signal that this bullshit is over. because as long as I was below 73 kg, I felt like I still had time, like I could still mess around, still “have fun”, I had that stupid feeling of impunity. but now, when I saw 73.8 kg, it hit me – okay, dude, you’ve gone too far, get back to yourself. it was a final confirmation that I’m returning to strong, disciplined self-care. the end of a period of stupidity, chaos, disorganization, transition. and, strangely enough, a necessary moment. because thanks to it, I made some decisions, changed a few things – things I probably wouldn’t have changed if I hadn’t messed up. so now I’ve taken another step forward. fortunately, I’m starting from +1.5 kg, not +4 kg, so it’s not bad. and I know I have a chance to finally go below 70 kg – something I haven’t done yet. now, with new energy, new tools, new thoughts, I can do it. these are the advantages of my failures. it’s a pity that my growth so often begins with mistakes… but maybe that’s just how I grow – through failure, awareness, and the will to rise again.

Sunday, 19.10.2025

: I feel as if I’ve finally fulfilled all the expectations of everything around me – everything that doesn’t align with my main, most important goals in life.

I used to say that I “fucked up” in the past few days. But today I think I can say I just gone through every possible point of wrong choices. It’s Sunday evening, and I feel like I’ve had enough – that I’ve done everything wrong that I had to do – and now I’m ready to return to the right path. The strict one.

I hope this moment becomes a new beginning for me, a spark that starts something big and real in my everyday life. I hope that tomorrow morning I’ll wake up and not only remember all this, but also feel strong motivation to keep going that way.