But when the moment comes, something stops you. And then comes the guilt.
You started again. And stopped again. Three days in, it fizzles. Not for lack of trying — you have been here before, more than once.
Your body is not the one you had at forty. Things sit differently. The weight settles in places it never used to. Getting up off the floor takes a thought it never used to.
You went to the doctor. They said it is normal. No plan, no explanation — just 'this happens.' You left with more questions than you walked in with.








