Why does it seem that getting control of one area of my life sends everything else to fall all apart?
I am counting calories, working out and I am exhausted. Apparently I am the only one that does anything and when I am not doing something nothing gets done.
So the house is a mess after I spent a decent amount of my break cleaning it up.
So here I am back to work after spring break and the house is toast.
Thanks.
The winds make me grumpy. I am agitated. Like a caged animal. Pacing. Pacing.
I want progress. I want things happening.
My job things is all messed up. No contract. String me along. I don't like it. I want to be in a place. Settled. So does that mean I don't work well flying by the seat of my pants? Well I have been flying like this since January so clearly I have proven myself.
I like where I am but so help me if I had a place to bounce I would. Or would I ? I just want/need to feel I don't know something.
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Who am i?
Three days of working out. I mean working out. Planks. Walking, sprints. Calculating every mother f-ing thing that goes in my mouth. It's on and I am serious. I am surprising myself at how well I am doing. A plank? A push up? Never. Who am I? But there you go. Cooking with coconut oil. Measuring. No mindless eating. If you don't log it you don't eat it. I feel great. I am sore but it's a good store. Its better than being sore from being sedentary. So the journey continues.
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