Eh, back to the “grind” of coping, managing, and “getting by”…

If only it could be easier, says….everyone?

I wish so hard that it could be, would be easier….but it isn’t.

I wish so hard that I could fly out of bed feeling energized and motivated every day, but I don’t.

I wish that I only craved healthy food choices and in small amounts, but that ain’t me.

I wish that life was mostly easy, with just enough challenge and adversity to make me feel accomplished…if only it could be so nice.

But it isn’t.  Most of the time on most days my feeling is, “damn this shit is hard!”

But, with the worst of my depression at bay…it IS do-able.  It just isn’t easy.  Damn.

I guess if being fit and healthy was easy, we would all be there.  We would all be living long healthy lives full of energy and pizzazz…and there would be no lines at Cinnabon.

But…