Sorry I didn’t post last night. I was useless by 5 p.m. I got up at 10 a.m. this morning. It’s the Depo, still has a huge hold on me. I can’t possibly articulate my hatred for this drug in a way that adequately satisfies me. I’ve gained 20 pounds and become a zombie. No end in sight. I think it can stay in your body as long as 10 months. That would be September, my friends, before I feel any relief.
You might say that means I’m halfway there, and I might say #%^*+.
Anyway, I had an awesome week at work: 24 boxes everyday. Granted, it was a short week, and I had to delay lunch one day.
I did not have an awesome WW week. Old habits die hard, I guess. Especially when you’re tired.
Maybe this coffee quitting gig is not worth it right now. Maybe I should have one more when I get home, see if that helps. I’m afraid not to drink my usual amount first thing because I’m nervous it will affect my productivity. But I think being soooo tired at night is impacting my food choices.
It seems like when one area in my life is going well, others suffer. Is that just me or is that everyone?
Anyway, I know it’s probably not as big of a deal as I’m making it, but I’ve been posting so frequently for so many months now that when I miss a day, as I have the last two weeks, I feel badly. I really do. Even if I don’t have all that much to say, particularly on weeknights.
Some people that I know actually say they look forward to my posts. Many of my posts are shit, I realize, since I’m the one who writes them. But every now and then I think I do a really good one, that make the shit ones worth at least a cursory glance.
So I’d like to be able to at least have the energy to do one passable post a day. So maybe some more caffeine experimentation is warranted.