Let’s get this out of the way: Yes, I titled this one “Time to sprint, Fatboy.”

Because that’s how I used to motivate myself. Loud. Public. Funny, but not really. I’d manufacture pressure, raise the stakes, light the fuse — and take off.

That approach powered big sprints: losing 100 pounds, writing a book in 36 hours, salvaging semesters in a weekend. I’ve always been able to dig deep… until I couldn’t. It was powering me ahead in this goal to lose 56 pounds by my 56th birthday, July 12, until I hit the wall.

This month, I finally recognized why.

It wasn’t just fatigue. It wasn’t just burnout. It was ADHD.

I wasn’t diagnosed until 52. Looking back, it explains why I’ve started and stopped this journey so many times. ADHD is more than distraction — it’s dysregulation. For some of us, i

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