A Loud Soul Silenced By Solitude.: It's a stress of a life; But it's mine.

A lot has gone on. A lot. My hand has halted lifting, caused a lot of issues at work, and has inconvenienced my life. I've been to Seattle, WA, I've been through not so great times in my relationship with my boyfriend, and I've cried at work, and felt beaten down.
My relationship is good. Everyone has issues in theirs, and we're learning very well how to deal with them in a manor that is constructive. We go on dates a lot, and I'm there to support his work triumphs and his physical wins. Our beloved child, Puddles, loves us very much. He stays off his leash, he's house trained, he comes when we call, and he loved my road trip I took him on to WA.
Lifting, I'm scared to go back after such a hiatus, my lifts, stamina, all will be down; I've recomped to higher fat, and I'm feeling fairly awful these days. You do what you can to work through it, and you keep your eye on the future. Tight clothes, constant bloating, bad cardio endurance, you name it, I'm feeling it, and it's a feeling that's indescribable.
Recently I took a trip to Seattle WA to visit friends I grew up with. I enjoyed, didn't fret, and it was something I needed. I delved into seafood, I devoured ice cream, and I downed pizza. A short drive from me, and well worth it. Work is taking my liveliness and my spirit, and running it into the ground. I give my all, and I'm often put down by my manager. People are starting to notice as well. Yes, my hand has inconvenienced her, but I'm a person, and I can't help this particular thing. I'd like to leave, but the having to job search again isn't enticing.

Seafood Boil @ Crab Pot