It’s dreary outside. That’s okay, we need the rain.
Apparently, I’ve been very combative in my sleep. Kicking, screaming, speaking in tongues. I’m to understand it can be a side effect of some of the medications I’m on. I just don’t know what to do about it.
This will pretty much be my second week of being on program. And the second week is notorious for not being a big number on the scale, because the first week’s number is usually a big one. I’m hoping for 2 pounds this week. I want to be realistic.
I do think I can lose close to 10 pounds in the next couple of weeks, though.
Yesterday was not bad. My late night snacks have been actual snacks; not binges. I didn’t get a lot of different snacks for myself this time; really just the brownies. And I had some trail mix last night.
But I think I do better, actually, with fewer choices. I’m not overwhelmed by all of it. And I’ve stopped buying ice cream. I really can’t have it in the house.
I’m excited to go back to work and get active.
They need one material handler, but they want someone fork truck certified. I don’t know if I could drive a fork truck. I’d be nervous for safety reasons.
But I don’t think Evan drives the forklifts. But he probably does the the tuggers. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him on a tugger. I need to talk to him, specifically, and find out exactly what he does and doesn’t do. I’ve only ever seen him on foot. Maybe they could find stuff for me to do that doesn’t involve operating heavy machinery on a permanent basis.
I still think I’m really reaching.
But the only way to know for sure would be to ask.