2 lbs down.
But, as a net calculation (holistically - not strictly a scale-centric measurement), this was the WORST week since I've been on this current run, which began in May.
I am injured, and the American medical system is broken. I am mentally and emotionally at my wit's end as it relates to dealing with stressors that, quite frankly, I should not have to deal with. There are situations that I am managing, both for myself personally and for others, that are just taking the piss right out of me.
The collective impact is hitting me pretty damn hard right now. It feels like too much. And it all feels to have come to a head at once. It's affecting my focus and my ability to remain steadfast and resolute in this fitness effort.
I don't have a means to unburden myself. And I don't trust anyone enough to lean on other people to help me through it all.
So what happens now? It's simple.
I'm going to do what I realized a long time ago was the only way to get through anything that I'm facing.
I'm gritting my teeth. I'm putting my head down. And I'm going straight through the barriers standing in the way of me getting to where I need to be.
Fuck this week. Not only am I still standing, but I'm fired up and ready for war.
LFG
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