It’ been a rough weekend. In fact, it’s just been a rough couple of weeks. Since I said goodbye to Winston, nothing has been the same. To add insult to injury, Dad had a mini-stroke last wee, causing his Lewy body dementia to take a turn for the worse.
This weekend has been especially bad – it’s like everything has come to a head. I haven’t exercised in three days. I’ve eaten too much, yet very little of the right thing. I haven’t blogged. My room is a wreck, the house is a wreck and I feel totally overwhelmed.
I know that I have so much to be thankful for:
- A good job
- A great sister/roommate
- Wonderful Mom and Dad
- Good friends
- 85-lb. weight loss
- Two sweet cats and one really special dog
And that’s just to name a few. Still, I’m just finding it hard to get it all together.
I have no great insight here, folks. In fact, I could use some words of wisdom. How do you carry on when your “get up and go” has “gotten up and gone?”