It's all coming to the fore
I'm 61 years old.
Today I worked at the garden. I felt tired and weak from having my shot on Friday and diarrhea all weekend. When I came home I had a message that reminded me I need to create a slide show presentation. So I sat on the couch all day making my presentation and didn't get any exercise.
And now the squirrels in my head start going round and round. Fat and lazy. Fat and lazy. I'm going to get fat if I don't go for a walk today. I'm already fat. It already stopped working. I've already gained it all back.
I walk by a mirror. I'm not fat. But I feel like I'm fat.
I'm just too old for this. I wish it would stop. I wish I could be the new me. But I'm still the old me.
Tomorrow we lift. Tomorrow is a new day. It will be better tomorrow. I'll be the new me tomorrow. Today is just one of those days. You know?