Okay. Gave myself a break, and let myself catch up on sleep, and things sorted themselves out some.
The morning after I wrote my last entry (which started making me beat up my fragile ego like a gang goes after a nerd in a deserted alley so I stopped writing it as quickly as I could), I heard from the temp agency about an interesting job opportunity. They're looking for full time, for enthusiasm, and if we fit there is a bonus and benefits. I have an interview set up with them on Monday morning, and if it doesn't go great, I plan on stopping by a retail store on my way home and picking up an application. Knowing that I have more options than I thought I did the day before helped pull me out of the hole, and having a reason to leave the house looking put together and professional is very much needed.
With my career (or lack thereof) in such a shoddy state, I've been stress eating far too much in the way of ice cream and chocolate. I adopted a Paleo lifestyle years ago, but have always had an exception or two, especially depending on my income. Grains and legumes were surprisingly easy to give up, and adding more nuts and veggies was a snap, and I had already weened myself off most dairy, and I was already someone that looked at ingredient lists on anything that was boxed or bagged, so that behavior certainly aided my new eating habits. Thing is, I looooooooove ice cream and chocolate. I can't always afford the stuff I should eat when I want an indulgence, stuff that doesn't have tons of sugar and soya or soy lecithin or whey in it, so I cave and get crap, and I'm seeing the result: an extra twenty pounds added over 7 months. I've always had a solid build with most of me comprised of muscle, and plenty of fat where, as a lady type, I would need it. But with the sugar and the dairy and the sneaky bits of soy, I have gained too much fat, and lost the tone and endurance I used to have because I've had a tough time with injuries (foot, sacrum, shoulder/neck). Something I want to get back into more is running, or I should say, sprints, since running distance has never been appealing to me despite years of trying to make it a form of stress relief. I went to a local track and gave suicides a go, but after 8-9 right on top of each other, I actually hurt my foot so badly, I was limping for three days. Lesson learned. There's a track that's closer to my home with bleachers and a better section of grass, and I was able to do three different Tabata rounds of sprints there, so I will be making that a bigger part of my routine. Once I get some money coming in again (fingers crossed for Monday!), I plan on getting a couple of new workout tools: a suspension trainer and a tire/tube for more bodyweight and actual weight exercises. I've used suspension trainers before, and was considering making my own, but found one on Amazon that would be perfect. I also found inflatable rubber tubes at a local drugstore for about $12 apiece, and know that I could fill one with sand or water and voila!, instant workout toy. That'll be a good addition, since I can control how much weight goes into it, so I have something adaptable.
I feel better today, and that comes from things I've been working on coming to fruition. This is something I want to see in my life much much more. Too much of my time feels like I'm killing myself for something I want without making a damn dent. I want some success!
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