What is the new goal?
I guess now that I've lost most of the weight that I'd wanted to, I find myself without a new goal.
I work Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and I love my job. But I do literally nothing the rest of the week. Sure, I work Wednesday and Thursdays at Abercrombie, but that doesn't really count. I find myself wanting to get another ultrasound job during the week, not only to have something to do during the hours while Brock is at work, but also to have some more money. We're not really superbly tight on money, but there are things we want to do that we just can't afford: New bed, new bedroom set, new window treatements, etc.
We're going to go back to the gym as soon as I'm not on these midnight shifts anymore. I can't honestly believe how much I sleep when my body isn't sure when it's SUPPOSED to sleep.
My eating habits are sketchy at best. Some days I can barely remember a real meal. Some days, I can't believe I have eaten so much. Most days find some sort of junk in there, and that makes me sad. When I break the addiction to sweets and junkfood, I don't miss them. Once I get stuck on them, I can't make myself forget about it.
I honestly can't wait until summer. I can't wait until it's so hot outside that it makes me want to cry. I can't wait until it's warm in the mornings so we can take Flint running. I can't wait until we can go out on the boat, and I can wear bathing suits again.
I feel a little down all the time, and I'm still not sure why. Maybe I'm just sick of winter? Maybe.
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