When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody’s help in any way
But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured

It’s always hard to sit down and write again after a long time off. And I know I’ve written that before. So I’ll try to move on.

But I do have to say it is hard to sit here and write about my fat ass when there is so much SHIT happening in the world. So many terrible things that make my problems with weight and depression seem pretty trivial.

Except I guess today it isn’t so trivial because I have spent most of the morning curled up on my yoga mat crying.

It left some really cool imprints on my flabby belly.

But. I can’t get out there and try to help make the world a better place from my yoga mat.

So what is one to do when taking a walk, watching your favorite TV show, and even stuffing half a chocolate bar down your throat still doesn’t get you moving? Doesn’t get you out of your FUNK?

No. Seriously.

What is one to do?

I need an answer. And everyone I know is normal at adulting and is either at work or taking care of children. I’m the only one stuck on a yoga mat.

So blank page… you got an answer?

All that goes through my head is my neverending to-do list. Cook. Laundry. Dog nail trim. Buy a new hose.

And that just makes me want to cry more somehow.

Perhaps I’ll start with a shower so my funk stays an internal matter and not a noxious one I am inflicting on my fellow humans.

If I can make it out of the house.