Here we are again. Another Sunday and another week in the books.
Week 2 at the new store done. There’s a lot of things that I like, and there’s a lot of things that I don’t like. My goal is by the end of the year to not be at this store, either because I’ve moved to corporate, or because I’ve moved to a different company entirely.
I’m sure that a lot of the things that I don’t like is because things are done differently than they were at my old store, and that’s what I’m used to and that’s what I like. Because I came from a very small store, there were a lot of things that I was involved with that I wouldn’t be in a regular store. It’s been hard letting go of some of that. As it turns out, I actually liked doing a lot of the administrative stuff that I had my hands in. Obviously at the new store we have more than enough staff that I don’t need to do all of those things, but that doesn’t make it any easier. In a lot of ways I feel like a glorified baby sitter a lot of the time. And I don’t like that. I feel as though my talents are being wasted. That I’m being wasted. I don’t know, maybe as I get more time there I’ll be involved in more, but if the status quo continues I’ll be looking to get out sooner rather than later. But due to the fact that my husband works for the company, I get a nice bonus in August if we’re both still there. We’re committed to getting that bonus, so unless I move into corporate, I need to tough it out until at least the middle of August.
Diet-wise things were much better this week. I’m back to calorie counting as intuitive eating was giving me too much freedom to eat whatever the hell I wanted, and it’s been proven that I can’t be trusted around food. It’s not so much that, more that I need the regimented structure of using an app like MyFitnessPal. I’ve also gone back to intermittent fasting, and between the two I’m down three pounds this week alone. Logging food and whatnot gives me more structure for what I’m eating. I’m not changing what I’m eating, really, but more like giving myself a framework to go off of. My history with food has never been good – I was a picky eater as a kid because my family couldn’t cook and most of the food was really not good. Then in my 20s Mike started introducing me to things slowly and I found that food was, in fact, rather wonderful. Then I spent the next however many years eating my feelings. Now it’s time to pay the piper. I’m not happy with the weight or strength that I am, so it’s time to knuckle down and make the change. I’ve got about a year and a half until I hit 40 and I’m determined to be at my goal weight/strength/fitness/look by then. Now to get my ass back to the gym.
Both the cats and us are adjusting to life without Watson. It’s been a stark reminder of how life goes on even if someone isn’t there. I do miss the post-work cuddles he was famous for. He’d lay down on your chest and just purr. Peepers has picked up a similar behavior recently and has been a bit of a cuddlebug.
Sleep has sucked. I’m having a hard time falling asleep, and then I’m sleeping for 10+ hours. Luckily I haven’t been late to work yet, but at this rate it’s only a matter of time. I’m hesitant to take the trazadone just because I never know how I’m going to react – I’ll either go to sleep easily and sleep well and wake up on time, or it’ll put me in a coma for 1 hours. I may take it tonight as I’m off tomorrow. I have an appointment for bloodwork at 10, but Mike will be home in the morning and can make sure that I get up.
Honestly, anymore it seems like if one things falls into place two things fall out. This balancing act is getting old.
That’s all I’ve got for this week. I hope you all have a great week.
Stay safe, friends!