Hello hello! Here I am, back again with another long-anticipated installment of my monthly rambling about what it’s like to take on the gym world as a woman with a hankering for cake and absolutely no motivation.
A lot has changed since my last installment, and not really for the better. At the end of last month, I experienced a tragedy in my personal life which has sent me reeling. I lost a close friend of mine and am currently going through what feels like ALL the stages of grief bar acceptance: denial, anger, shock, devastation… You name it, I’m feeling it. So, with my head all over the place, it seems only right that my body has gone AWOL too. I’ve been sleeping too much, eating sporadically and fairly thoughtlessly, and am, as I write this, experiencing a delightful bout of IBS brought on by stress (we’ll pretend it’s that and not the cookie I grabbed for breakfast as I rushed out of the house this morning). How I feel about my body, and myself in general has gone drastically downhill and the only thing I’m finding solace in is my old faithful pal, walking.