The September has been the worst month I’ve had in a long time. I fell off the wagon. I ate my way through 15+ days of sadness. I attempted to work out more to compensate. I got the start of stress fractures in both, yes both, of my feet. I was told I need to take inflammation pills and I couldn’t run my half marathon I’ve been training for. I can’t watch or play soccer without coming home and crying.
I am hoping Oct will be better. I absolutely feel like something has to give – either I will just give up or I’ll get my shit together. Either way, something has to give.