I’ve been on dayshift for a month now.
I gained 6 pounds.
Yeah. Seems as though eating regular meals, 4 o clock snack at work( a wonderful thing that always includes baked goods) and then coming home only to eat whatever fast food CDub has picked up has really done me in.
I got on the scale Wednesday morning and just SOBBED. I did immediately get off of said scale and go for a run to my credit. I HAD too. I ran three miles before almost passing out in my driveway. The next day, I decided that enough was enough. I packed my lunch, didn’t go to Starbucks for my Venti White Chocolate Mocha, and ate a sensible breakfast and dinner. And I avoided 4 o’clock snack like a plague. I will loose these damn 6 pounds AND a few more. I don’t want to say how many, but I need wiggle room.
Working the dayshift for the last month has also allowed me to be home every evening. I have dinner with my guys. I get to put my boy to sleep every night. I sleep in my bed every night. I’ve started to reorganize my house again. I’ve been cooking actual meals, not just throw togethers. I take my boy to the park when I pick him up from daycare instead of rushing him home so I can rush to work. I blog on a schedule. I take pictures. I have sex. 🙂
I’ve been happy.
I like it.