I've been shedding a lot of things lately.
A son, by design.
A dog, by a cruel, vicious disease.
Somehow, though, with all the loss, I feel immensely heavier. The weight of this much-emptier house. The sadness pulling at my heart like extra gravity. Most days I'm walking around like I'm made of stone.
Fortunately, I got my heavy, sad, stone-feeling ass to the gym and ate a lot of jicama this week.
Might as well get back on track while I'm moping right? Less than six months to go!