37 Is When It All Falls Apart

So apparently 37 is when your body starts to fall apart? I'm kidding, of course (sort of), but I've been very frustrated with my body lately. First it was the shoulder issue, that finally seems resolved, but kept me away from regular exercise for a while; then recently I had a little in office medical procedure (no big deal, promise, but) that left me very sore for a number of days afterward, and again, unable to work out. Add in a sick child and still recovering Daisy at the same time, and it just felt very overwhelming, and much like my body was betraying me.

I feel a little uncomfortable in my body right now. It feels like I've lost so much ground, like I'm weaker, softer, and my body just isn't doing what I want it to, what it is capable of. I know that this is just a blip in the long run, and that I can get back to where I want to be, but its harder and harder each time, and more frustrating. In my most frustrated moments, I had the thought that, "Oh, this is when it all falls apart..." and, "Is this just the rest of my life now?!" I know, silly.

After all that, I am newly committed to my health this holiday season. I'm trying to get my eating into shape, am taking my vitamins again, and plan to restart my lifting ASAP (in a healthy way!). Wish me luck on being done falling apart!