Another one from the 'Duh!' family...

I've been knocking myself a little bit lately, about feeling so bloody worn-out and dreadfully tired. I'm not showing any of my usual signs of being sick, my workouts are set just about right, I'm not feeling depressed at all this week, and I'm not throwing myself helter-skelter into things to keep myself diverted. So why am I just so terribly exhausted?

I sit here pondering this question and kvetching a little bit, and then a normally quiet part of the brain chimes in with: You're recovering from the emotional equivalent of a major limb amputation. Of course you're going to feel like crap for some time. Fuhgeddaboutit. However, you can go make some hot chocolate. I mean NOW, body.

Gotta love that brain of mine. Always useful and chockfull of insights. Now, if only it were full of patience, I might be a tad less frustrated with myself.