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. Stress exhaustion, phys
From over eating to over spending, we seem to take in way too much! It's more than our feet can carry sometimes!