It’s Time To Stop
I got lost in myself. The easy answer is the meds I am on. Me energy level isn’t worth shit and I am in pain a lot of the time. Those two together make a recipe for depression, which leads to not giving a shit, which leads to not watching my cal intake, which leads to not losing weight at best and gaining weight at worst.
I have found that I function a lot better and have more positive energy if I get a full eight hours of sleep in per night. Now that may seem easy, but for me it isn’t. When I am on shift I work for twelve hours and am off for twelve. It takes me half an hour to get to and from work (one hour round trip), so that makes thirteen hours of no me and family time. Now if I were to add in eight hours of sleep that gets me to twenty-one hours of no me and family. I have to get up one hour before work to do the triple S before work while the family is sleeping. That gives me a whole two hours hours of family time, which most times does not work out, due to activities and other family obligations, so I end up using at least another two hours. Which puts me at six hours of sleep. I could do this as a young man, but add into this mess the rotating shifts from nights to day and days to nights and it makes for one zombie like dad.
So what do I do? I try and get eight hours when I can and get at least six when I can’t and hope that I get more eight hour times. I have to really work on this. I also need to keep watching cals, even when I am not in the best of space.
I got some good rest this weekend and weighed myself. I gained another six pounds. It is time to stop the slippery slide, so I am. As I write this I am on track and have my evening planned out to stay on track. So this is one day. It is a start. Tomorrow will be another and I will tackle it then.

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