Saturday, February 27, 2010
A while back I blogged about the possibility of joining a gym and going in the early mornings before work. At the time, Jim was working 5am-2:30pm, and was getting up at 4am. So I checked out the gym I was interested in, and it just didn't appeal to me. It was old and dirty, and none of the promotions they had listed on their website were even valid anymore, they just hadn't updated it in a year or two. Which turned out to be ok, because I ended up not being able to afford the membership anyway.
However, I did start getting out of bed right after he would leave for work, between 4:30 and 4:45 most of the time. I thought I would experiment to see if early morning workouts were right for me. However, I already knew that my blood is just too thick when I first get out of bed, my heart rate won't get up as high as it does if I exercise later in the day. So since I have to be to work at 8:00, I decided to use the first hour of my day having breakfast and doing Done Girl team leader stuff. Then, at 6:00 I would put on my workout clothes and either head out to the garage and treadmill, or pop in an exercise DVD. At 7:00, I would hop in the shower and get ready for work. This system really did seem to work for me, so I kept it up for a while.
But then, the Monday before Christmas, BAM! Jim got laid off. Suddenly, it became extremely difficult to drag myself out of bed in the morning. I mean, why should I get up when he's laying there all nice and snuggly and warm? Seriously, how fair is that? I decided I would just exercise in the evenings. No problem. So I would hit that stupid snooze button and get up at 6:00 instead, do my Done Girl stuff & have breakfast, shower & head off to work. The only problem with this is that when Jim is home all the time, he wants all my attention! Or I want his - it's pretty much the same thing...lol. How often did I workout at night, you ask? Well, not often enough, and definitely not as often as I should have. It was just too darn easy to sit on the sofa with him and watch TV. Of find some other excuse (I have to go get groceries, or do the dishes, or my foot is acting up so I'm just gonna rest tonight...) My workouts grew fewer and farther apart. My weight went up and down the same 5 pounds. Ugh!
Recently, Jim hasn't been able to get to sleep at night. He has to have the TV on, and he wiggles his legs to alleviate some lower back pain. Well, I am a very light sleeper, always have been. So this keeps me awake, or wakes me back up. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Lucky for him, I am a very patient person. This went on for 2 weeks and finally I started telling him to go to the couch. Half the time he ended up on the computer, but at that point I didn't really care - he could have found somewhere else to spend the night and I would have been happy just to get some sleep!
Jim finally went back to work this week. Yes, this week. He was laid off (seasonal) for all of January, part of December and most of February. He started back to work on Sunday, graveyard shift. Yup. Graveyard. I am LOVING it! I can finally sleep, because I have the entire bed to myself! However, I really do miss the snuggling... His new hours are 10:00pm - 6:30am. He leaves around 9:30 and I go to bed. I get up at 5:00, do my stuff on the computer, exercise, and he gets home about 7:00 when I am getting into the shower. It's so nice to be on a schedule again! It's working out quite well, I'm getting in my exercise and getting plenty of sleep.
The problem: His days off are Friday & Saturday, which basically sucks for me. I work both of my jobs on Friday, 8-5 at the office, then 7pm-6am at the casino, and sleep most of Saturday away. I also work at the casino again on Sunday morning, so the only time we have to spend together is Saturday afternoon & night. I love the sleep, and I love being able to stick to my schedule. But I MISS him! This week has been super busy, and I haven't spent a single evening at home, which means II haven't spent any time with him at all. I didn't realize how much it was bothering me to not see him, until I realized I had just stuffed a 2nd vanilla cream horn into my face before work tonight. Yes, that's right, I said a 2nd vanilla cream horn. If you don't know what that is, imagine flaky pastry dough in a tube shape, filled with buttercream frosting. THICK buttercream frosting. Rich and decadent, but thankfully only 220 calories each, so not quite as bad as some of the other things in the bakery, but still pretty bad. Can you say emotional eating, anyone? Now that I have realized what is going on inside my own head, it's time to nip it in the bud. I'm going to plan my week while I'm at work tonight, so that I don't have to stress over anything, and can spend as much free time as possible with Jim. That is, of course, when he isn't BUSY playing Cafe World on Facebook. sigh.
My main goals for this week were to track EVERYTHING I put in my mouth, and to exercise at least 20 minutes on 5 days (starting Sunday & ending Saturday). So far so good, I have tracked everything (even those damn cream horns) and I have exercised Sun, Mon, Tues, Thurs. If I get in a workout tomorrow, and track all of tomorrow's food, I will have met my goals for this week. Go, ME!