I haven't been around much because I've been struggling. Really, really, really bad. We're talking I'm struggling so bad that I don't really care what I eat, what effects it's having on my health, or what I weigh. I don't have a spare minute to work out, I don't want to think about food planning, I'm feeling sorry for myself a lot, and I'm seriously thinking of seeking counseling.
I thought long and hard about my life this weekend and tried to figure out what's causing me to feel this way. It's like this--just about the only thing I have control over in my life is what I eat. I don't have control of my time--every single minute of every day seems to be spoken for. I'm tired of doing all these things I don't want to do--going to work, going to my second job, going home and going to bed, then starting it all over again the next day. Even on the days that I don't work at Subway, I've got something else scheduled that I can't get done on work nights. I don't want to do anything when I do have a few minutes to myself besides lay around. Basically, I get so tired of doing things I don't really want to do that I'll eat whatever I want because I'm so fed up that I don't want to think about discipline when it's mealtime. I really am thinking of seeking counseling, but don't know how to go about it.
I'm sorry to whine, but it's sort of a cry for help. I need some support and I need to hear that this isn't abnormal. I need help, ladies or I'm going to end up heavier than where I started the first time (over three years ago). If you can't help, maybe you can tell me where to go about finding help.
Wow, just getting that off of my chest made me feel a little better. And, because I hate to whine, much less fill a post full of whining, I'm going to try to lighten it up a little bit. (Honestly, I'm a silly, joking-around, giggling type of person usually).
How was everyone's weekend? Mine was kind of eventful! We got some pretty serious storms here in Nebraska on Saturday. Aaron and I had just arrived home with some dinner when the tornado siren started going off. I grabbed Petunia (the guinea pig) and we took off for my parents' basement. (Obviously, I don't have one in my second-story apartment).
We got there, got all arranged in the basement and waited it out. Luckily, no tornadoes touched down, but we did get some major hail. My poor car is pretty dinged up.
It continued to storm pretty much all night, some streets were flooded, but there was no more tornado dangers. Tonight is supposed to be 10 times worse than Saturday. I'll be working at Subway--it's almost entirely glass. I'm not sure what the proper tornado procedure there is.
So, that's what's happening here. Can't wait to read some posts today!