Hello faithful reader, if there is in fact one.
I have been struggling with keeping my strict schedule of diet and exercise and I am starting to feel the effects. I am so busy keeping track of every little thing that goes into my mouth, how many calories, and carbs, what about that drink? Now my employer, which shall remain nameless, has thrown me a curve ball. Apparently they want to eliminate 4 of our positions. I have been told and “reassured” by my manager that I am not one of those, but I can tell you, it doesn’t make the stress and anxiety go away.
On top of that I have a HUGE project starting and the comments are beyond outrageous! They infuriate me to the point of almost throwing in the towel. AND! And my wife and I are repainting our kitchen and that entails a lot of muddling/patching/sanding and caulking! She wants me to work on that when I am done with work! HA!
So what do you get when you combine a tight schedule, feeling stressed and then overworked? A person that just wants to shut the world out, hide under a blanket and read a book to escape from this freaking world. Ugh. *le sigh.
I know, the strict schedule is self imposed. I built it and I can destroy it. The problem is such that if I break from for even a single day, then I will have a hard time getting back into it. It’s that fragile! I can let a few minor items skip a day or two, but that is it! I have to get my steps in (10,000 of them at least) and keep my exercise rings going. (Stand and Calorie are the easy ones.) Those are the important ones.
I need to find some time to do something for ME. I exhausted myself last weekend with house upgrades (putting new windowsills and case molding around the windows, and patching about a 1000 tiny dings/holes/scratches in the drywall) and shopping for the paint/construction supplies. It was a HUGE drain on me. Now my wife wants me to sand them all and caulk the windowsills and patch the ceiling so we can paint it this weekend! I need to go to my happy place and recharge.
Sorry for the emotional baggage dump, but I had to get it off my chest. Thanks for being here. Or there. Whatever.
TTFN.