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Not exactly sure what's going on

Feel tired and wrung out. The wet weather may have something to do with that.

Am having an awful time getting myself to do some very necessary things, like grocery shopping. This means that I am not able to eat the way my trainer wants. I have gained two pounds.

But I couldn't face the salad bar and the double-digits of people lined up before the cafeteria cashiers today, so I bought a roast beef sandwich from a machine.

I really need another weekend day.


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Oct. 15th, 2014 01:54 am (UTC)
Oh, honey. That's rough.

Can you take a Saturday or Sunday to make a bunch of prep-ahead meals? Salads in a jar? Things like that?

Today is nearly over. Tomorrow you get to start fresh. You can do this!
Oct. 15th, 2014 02:20 pm (UTC)
Ooh! What is a salad-in-a-jar? Sounds promising!

What with one thing or another, I'm off schedule more than I'm on schedule. I get up, feel sick, set a timer, lie down with something warm on my stomach or back, wake up late for work, have to work into the evening to make up the hours. (I have to bill hourly.) I am out of sick time so I can only take more time off if I sacrifice some of the vacation I had planned for the holidays.

I really need to reset myself, somehow. I wish I had someone living here, who found scheduling easier: I would have more of a fail-safe, more structure to build structure around. That was one of the advantages of having F. around.
Oct. 15th, 2014 02:57 pm (UTC)
This, my dear, is one of many pages dedicated to the new fad called salad-in-a-jar


I wish I had someone who could be my fail-safe. But alas, I am responsible for always waking the other 3. Liam, at least, gets up when I tell him to, but Abbey and her father are damn near impossible to wake up and are NOT morning people. I've told Bill time and again that he only married me because he wanted a human alarm clock. Once, just once, I'd love to not be the responsible one. With the fibromyalgia, with the dark, dreary mornings like today (and knowing more are to come), it's so damned hard to get up and get going.
Oct. 15th, 2014 05:12 pm (UTC)
As someone who has historically been hard to wake up, I'd say I'm not really responsible for my actions until I'm out of bed and awake. My just-awake self has no shame about making impossible promises and then reneging.

I find that a really bright light (I have a SAD therapy lamp, but I don't think it has to be that) can do a lot, just to temporarily lift my mood while I websurf or write in my journal at 6 am. A clean, well-lighted place, as Hemingway (?) put it. A little bastion of brightness.

But, yeah, this was a wet and dreary morning and I wanted to stay in the bed, and ultimately went back there to deal with the stomach cramps. Results were predictable.

Oct. 17th, 2014 07:26 pm (UTC)
I really need another weekend day.

Ugh, I *really* understand that feeling. I've noticed being overwhelmed often reads as feeling tired.
Oct. 18th, 2014 12:02 am (UTC)
I've noticed being overwhelmed often reads as feeling tired.

That's very interesting! And there's certainly an escape factor....

Today I managed (so far) to reset. I wound up awake 'til midnight, and then I'd set the alarm an hour early. A certain amount of sleep dep seems to reduce things to the essentials.

It also helped that the weather was fairly crisp. I think there is a correlation between rainy damp days and my having trouble: not just emotionally, but in terms of hewing to routines.

Now that I write that, I think that's an important discovery: I'll know on a wet, damp, slow grey early morning that it's ESPECIALLY important I keep to my routine.
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