As some of you might know, a close family member of mine was diagnosed with malignant ascites recently.
I’m only mildly embarrassed to admit it, but my physical health has gone to crap since we found out.
(Mildly, because, honestly, my mind has been elsewhere and I don’t actually feel guilty for that.)
I haven’t hit the track, I haven’t practiced yoga (much less gone to a yoga class)–I haven’t even worked out at home. I’ve eaten any ol’ thing I could get my hands on (some of it just because there was no time or other options; some of it because I was stress eating) and to be frank, I can’t remember the last time I had a full glass of water.
The point is, I’m falling apart physically–during a time when it’s especially important to hold it together–and it’s causing me to fall apart mentally.