My weight has been a formidable opponent of mine for many, many years. To be exact, it has been the bane of my existence, my worst nightmare, my most hated adversary. Here of late, I haven't been feeling all that well. It might be partially due to stress, a never-ending to-do list, and supercharged family dynamic. The bottom line would be, however, I'm not taking care of myself, my needs. I don't regularly decompress after working in a busy, self-giving profession. In other words, I give, give and give throughout the day without taking... yes, without taking any time or doing anything for me. There are many days I don't even sit down but for a few minutes, or take a break... ok, ok... I may take a quick potty break here and there, and only because I undoubtedly, necessarily have to. YES... I often wait until it's an emergency and I have to go. So... hmmmm.... where was I going with this... STRESS, yes stress! I'm exhausted....
From over eating to over spending, we seem to take in way too much! It's more than our feet can carry sometimes!