A slow spiral back down after working so hard.

At least it was not an immediate ballooning.

The past 18 months have not been easy.

Dimming my light, cocooning into myself.

My phone became my escape, also my jail.

Work demands shifted, adding stress.

No longer wanting to stroll outside,

The goal dimmed and faded from sight.

The drive vaporized as reality set in.

Can I refocus and rediscover the path?

Will the creaks and groans disappear,

And clothes fit better once more?

Not a New Year’s resolution though,

Those never really stick, do they?

I need to do something though,

Something to rediscover my light,

And fight these pains that came along.

Wish me luck!