Sometimes I worry about silly things.
When I sit down and I have to tuck my belly into my jeans and I think “I really should do something about that.”
The sad, sagging couch sitting in my living room that is covered with dirty shoe prints and greasy finger smears.
Things I want to accomplish… but haven’t.
A number on a scale.
Nothing earth shattering. Just little things that chip away at my peace of mind, and before I know it the day is over and my head is aching because I’ve been clinching my teeth for hours.