After Len’s passing I would be occupied with hours at the gym. It would be boxing, lifting, and all the classes I enjoy.
That was a dream. All I am allowed to do is Zumba (3 times a week) and the treadmill the other days. Oh how I hate it.
I know it won’t be forever, but during the early stage of grieving it’s horrible that the thing I love to do has been taken away from me.