I struggle. I'm struggling. A lot. I'm at a point in my life where I should be happy. Where, let's be honest, I AM happy. But it still feels like I'm seconds from crashing and tumbling down all the steps I just climbed.
I've been doing...better with the eating. I find myself choosing healthier snacks and meals. I drink pop, occasionally - not nearly as much as I once did though, which I consider an accomplishment.
I should weighin, but I can't seem to find the energy or want to.
I'm in a rut. I'm stuck. That's just all there is to it.
It happens, right?