More family crap hitting the fan- my 82 year old mean as fuck great Aunt fell and broke her hip, and is being, predictably, a giant pain in the ass. She. Hates. Us. For no real reason, other than that we're related. That's evidently reason enough. As if I need one more fucking thing on my plate right now.
Thank God for kettlebells. The thing I love best about them is that it's the only time all day that my mind is blank. Even when I would do yoga, I always had a hard time clearing my head of the 'noise'. But with KBs, all I think about is moving the weight. That's it. It's so simple, so obvious, and it's the only moments where I am not worried, or frustrated, or sad. I just wish I had more time to devote to it. As it is, I'm lucky to get it in 3 times a week.
I'm just so frustrated and over everything.