I woke up this morning and could barely move my neck. What was I doing over the weekend, you ask. Could I have possibly dragged my lazy butt to the gym and in a foolhardy move, done something I’m not possibly capable of physically executing? Was I being a humanitarian and helping a friend move insanely heavy furniture? Did I hurt myself trying to show the Husband a good time? Definitely no to all the above.
It’s amazing what havoc mental stress will wreak on your body.
Being a lawyer is a stressful job. There are always multiple cases that you need to look after, expectations to be managed (those of your clients, your boss and of yourself), and never enough time in the day to do everything that needs to be accomplished.
So…since I’m clearly in too much pain to go to the gym, I stayed home and made chicken stock and chocolate ganache.