I've found myself in some weird head space the last couple of days. Along with half of America I'm sure.
For those of you reading this in the post-apocalyptic wasteland of the Trump administration, It's been a week since the election. I've been doing a fair amount of eating my feelings. I'm getting hungrier and hungrier, and I'm not even trying to monitor my intake or exercise.
I'm also in a weird place at work. Each week I plan 25 unique lessons for 15 different groups of students. I'm stretched to my absolute limit and feel like this is unsustainable. I never feel ready for my next class, I just always feel like I'm surviving.
At home, life can best be described by three words. Stuff keeps breaking. I've been biking and taking the bus a lot lately because my car has been acting up. This is good for my health, but bad for my motivation. A ten minute commute takes, at a minimum, thirty minutes now. Our dishwasher and furnace both started acting up at the same time. Oh, and we're at the beginning end of a basement remodel. This weekend was installing an egress window. Holy crap was that exhausting.
So thanks for reading my rant. Since you stuck around I'll tell you why I'm really back here.
Every day Facebook tells me everything I said on that particular date. Six years ago I linked to this post from my blog. I weighed 238.6 pounds. Over the course of about a year, I was able to lose about 60 pounds. I felt good. I was focused. I was proud.
Then I gained it all back. And then gained some more.
I need to quit doing this to myself. I achieved something once. Maybe I can do it again.