Hubby has been unemployed for 6 weeks now.
We are poor.
He's been messed about by recruitment people.
Getting interviews around Christmastime. Heh.
I'm hormonal and not coping.
I'm not able to run, hurt my knee.
I'm turning to food to feel safe/happy/satisfied. It's stupid. It has got to stop. I need to be in decent shape. Ugh.
Not in denial, though I'm wading through treacle. Got to get my head back to where it needs to be.