Mary paced across the kitchen, a whirlwind of worry etched on her face. Tony sat hunched over the table, a half-eaten bowl of cereal pushed aside.

“Mary, you’ve been at it for an hour,” Tony said, concern lacing his voice. “What’s got you in such a tizzy?”

Mary stopped, flinging her arms out. “Everything, Tony! Work’s a nightmare, I haven’t slept in days, and the only vegetables I’ve seen are the ones in that wilting salad bowl.” She gestured dramatically at the counter.

Tony sighed. “Again, Mary? Look, I know things are tough, but you can’t keep running yourself ragged. You need a plan, a wellness program.”

Mary scoffed. “A program? Tony, I barely have time to shower, let alone carve out some magical ‘me-time.’”

“But that’s the point, Mary,” Tony countered, leaning forward. “It’s not about adding more to your plate, it’s about taking care of what you already have on it. Think of it like this – you wouldn’t drive your car on fumes, would you? You’d refill the tank, check the tires, make sure it’s running smoothly. Your body and mind are the same.”