Summer is over. Work starts tomorrow and I’m dreading the conversations that will take place.
How was your summer? What did you do?
And while everyone will talk about what they did with their significant other, I’ll have to sit there and think of what to say. Telling everyone how I somehow became my own enemy again when I was SO confident that would never happen again just seems kind of odd.
Everyone knows me as the “strong” one. The one that goes to the gym before work and never complains about sore muscles. What they do not know is how there’s a war in my mind all the time. Fighting over what I can and cannot eat, over what extra exercises I could do in a day when I’ve had a bad workout. It all seems too complicated to be open about.
So what will I tell them? “Oh, you know, the usual. Working out, going for walks, nothing special.”
