I gained weight but i've also had more physical activity in the last week than i've had in a full year, so I think it evens out. My totally atrophied muscles suddenly return.
I only feel this way in regards to the mountains people tend to conjure up from nowhere. Eventually it just goes poof. The next day will be the same as the one before it, and the one before that, and that.
Life goes on.
I'm not important but it's fine. It's when people assign a level of importance to me it ever seems like a problem. That only persists as long as human attention spans, making actually crazy people the only credible threat to my well being.