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This year has been rough. I feel an overwhelming responsibility to look after my mother and her widowed best friend, while trying to run my business. I'm in the worst physical shape of my life and so is Mr Coco. We've been stress eating too much junk food, sleeping poorly, and not exercising. My joints ache and I have no energy. I can't muster up the will power to turn this around. Before I get back to work tonight, I thought I'd take a moment to assess what's going on. I've avoided thinking about this physical mess I'm in. I don't even want to talk to my friends any more. Okay. Time to end the pity party. Maybe I can move on now.
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