Sara Rocks Nutrition

As 2019 winds down with a busier than normal holiday season, I have noticed so many people tell me that they can't wait for it to all be over as this was a "rough year" for them. These are the same people who told me that 2018 was a "hard year" and that 2017 was a "unlucky year." Of course, as someone who wants to help people (but also feels weird about overstepping my bounds), my heart hurts. What is going on with my friends that they are having so many bad years? I’m not without empathy. This time last year, I was that person. In my head, I refer to 2018 as “the year of disappointment” in a loud, booming voice. I began that year in my dream job, which quickly turned to a nightmare filled with car accidents, fights with my husband, sexual harassment, job burnout, tears, blood, anxiety, and depression. Sweat is absent from this equation as I quickly fell back into old habits of inactivity and unhealthy binging. I ended that year mentally brok