The bearable heaviness of being

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!