I lied. I promised you that I was going to treat you better, but I didn't. I had the best intentions, but sometimes life happens. The last two weeks or so have happened hard.
I promised to move you. Instead, I've spent a lot of time on the couch and I feel it in so many ways.
I promised to fuel you. Instead, I've either had no appetite or have eaten excessive amounts of crap and chased it with enough caffeine to keep an elephant up all night.
I promised to rest you. Instead, I've forced you to function, in some cases, on only a few hours of sleep at a time.
I'm truly sorry. I will try, but I'm not making you any promises. I'm done making promises that I can't keep.