So I started my new job. I work Mon-Fri 6-2. It is not bus accessible so I need to wake up at 3:30am every day, walk 40 minutes to meet up with a carpool, then get there half an hour early (this is the time the carpool arrives at my work) work 6-2 on my feet, then do the walk home and basically fall asleep at 6pm every night. :S
Funny story though… well first off my weight is dropping again (apparently standing on your feet in steel toes and walking 80 min a day is enough to get through a plateau, who’d a thunk it?)
The funny story? So last night I went to bed at 6pm and woke up at 8pm. Well… I now know this, at the time all I saw was 8 and I FREAKED out… I started work on Tuesday and I was like… omg I am late and it’s only the third day of working! How is this going to look! I searched for my works phone number, I was crying, I was so guilty for missing the carpool and I hoped he hadn’t waited for too long. I couldn’t find my works number and I started on looking for a taxi number. Didn’t know if I just wanted to call in sick, then I decided to tell the truth, that my alarms just hadn’t gone off, and that I was so so sorry and guilty.
So I get upstairs to google the taxi information. Dreading this entire process, starting to get a headache, when my roommate says something to me about how he thought I had already gone to bed… I look at the time (it’s all military time on our computers and on my phone… which I had overlooked… even though I had stared at my phone for like 10 minutes trying to think of my works phone number.
Anyways… it was clearly the PM… I mean you could see the sun setting from my bedroom window for gosh’s sake! I was just too tired to think straight! I started crying again and went to bed, fell asleep instantly and woke up at 3:30am to my alarm like… wtf happened last night!
So right now it’s 4am and I’m just getting ready to leave, having downed 2 large coffees and packing a caffeine pill for later as a just in case.
I just keep thinking… the money is worthit… the money is worthit… although let’s be honest, my bad circulation, especially in the legs makes this whole thing almost unbearable. My varicose veins are screaming at me all day… but getting out of the house, keeping busy, and then the extra paycheck ontop of my boyfriends will be lovely.
AND I’m getting exercise, right? Right? Hoo. My achin’ leeggggsssss. -.-
Anyways, so we are almost 6 weeks back on Dukan. I’m at 25lbs lost! Which is fantastic. Almost back in the 170s! :)
Have a great weekend, I know I’ll be sleeping!