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I thought changing diapers is a hard part. Lol.
Being sick, when your baby is sick, and you’re sleep deprived while tomorrow you present to an entire company is the hard part.
I have never felt so fucking miserable, seeing your child suffer while being helpless and barely standing yourself.

Choosing against socially encouraged easy solutions is the hard part. Choosing against the daycare is a hard part.
Choosing against “sleep training” is the hard part. Choosing against “cry it out” is the hard part.
You’ll do the things you’ll believe, and you’ll feel alone in doing it, while feeling like you’re doing it the hard way.

Peer pressure is brutal and inevitable once you get kids.
Hold on to each other and your shared beliefs.

Good that I have remote job and can moralize my choices. It terrifies me that some parents get to choose against own beliefs just because they get to work.

I love my son. Worth it.

First part from 6 months ago is here.

Now we’re at 2 years and 251 workouts, still motivated.
Parenting has definitely made it harder, and sacrifices had to be made. Not only it’s difficult to find time now, but also exhaustion and stress drive me into compulsive eating. As a person who’s body fat sits above my lower abs I kinda upset about it.
As of now I’m able to carry on 2 days a week.

This is not a post about programming; rather, it’s a reflection on the philosophy of aging, framed through the lens of gym culture and enriched with training insights. It’s a success story tinged with a hint of remorse. Note: it includes an image of a bare-chested teenager, so it might be considered NSFW—your call.