Falling off the wagon
I’m sad to report that I’ve fallen off the wagon. I’ve been partaking in a bit too much caloric ecstasy and am feeling my clothing tightening up again. With all the running around and Jeff’s schedule again unstable, we’ve been doing too much take-out and less at-home fare. I’m aware so I’ll again start cutting back slowly on things. That seems to work best and also avoiding chances to be caught unprepared. We’re back to too much take-out and no motivation to cook between the inability to predict my energy level and Jeff’s schedule. He’s working 7/12s this week on midnights and he’s like a zombie.
Speaking of my energy level, it seems to be wavering again. The last few nights I’ve been back to ripping the mask off at various points and also getting to bed too late. The latter is something I can control so I’m going to force myself to wrap things up and resist the urge to stay up late to get things done sans children. I also seem to have a cold and I don’t know how much that is contributing and it very well could be, however slight. On the nights I’ve been able to get to bed at a fairly decent hour and have kept the mask on, I’ve felt pretty good and now that I know what that feels like it’s frustrating when I don’t. Things to accomplish in the house don’t disappear when you don’t feel well so that falls behind and never mind other projects I have cooking or would like to take on.
I need a nap and I HATE that.
