TGIF! I didn't even think I would still be awake at this time. I had several people at work today tell me my eyes were glassy. I ended up with 7 hours of OT this week. It's three weeks in a row that I have over 6 hours OT. I used to be able to work more hours and not be so tired, but I think the medical stuff - HBP is wearing me out faster, plus hauling around all this flabbage.
I brought home my banana and B-52 syrups from work and I'm back on track with a vengeance tomorrow. I'm going to bed early, early tonight. My poor kitties are out of food and they both don't like canned food, but right now, I don't care. They eat that, or they don't eat, lol.
I was driving home tonight and a thought came to me. I thought I need to set a timeline. This was brought on by my best friend getting an offer from a former boss to come work for him. I want her to go because it's a great opportunity, but without her at work, I don't want to work there. I don't want to work there anyway, but it's going to be very, very hard without Lori. So my timeline is lose this weight, stay at my current job until I reach a year there (August) and hopefully I will be halfway to goal then, and then I will start sending out resumes, then after I lose all flab, get a new great job, I will start looking for love again, or not looking necessarily, but start putting myself back out there. I'm not getting any younger and I definitely don't want to be alone forever. No. 1 priority is getting this weight off and I can't do that if I keep letting stressful situations get me off track. This week was incredibly stressful and exhausting, but if I had started before this weekend, I could have handled it, but I sabotaged a good 2 day start by buying that stupid pizza, which I regret now.
I am going to try to sleep as long as I can. I usually wake up very early on the weekends because I'm used to getting up at 5 a.m. during the week, but I would love to at least get 8-9 hours of sleep for a change. What a concept.
My boss has been so good the last three weeks and he really does appreciate me staying, but I've become increasingly sick of the hours (9-6), driving 1 hour each way, so I leave the house at 7:45 and don't get home until after 7. It's a long day, especially since I don't feel I'm using my brain. I miss litigation so much I want to cry. I just feel strongly that I need to work here for a year, lose some weight so I will have more confidence on interviews, then start looking again. Plus, I'm taking a week off in September when I finally, after two years in storage, will have the $$ to bring my furniture and personal belongings to Houston. I need the time to get reacquainted with my belongings.
I'm rambling now because I'm tired, but I want you to know that I feel a lot of disappointment in myself for falling back to old habits this week. I didn't blow it as far as fast food and binging or anything like that, but honestly, how hard is it to make a shake? geez, I even made a shake at my desk the other day, bottled water, banana DaVinci and a shaker jar. There is no excuse.
As exhausted as I am I realized today after talking with Lori about her new job opportunity, that I am so ready for a new life. New body, new job, new man, the sky's the limit.