Hello my Spark friends. I miss you all. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about at least one of you and wonder how you are are. As I've said before, I don't have internet at home anymore, which has made it a little less convenient to get online. (My gmail has 200 unread emails.) Then things got really crazy in my life and it became impossible.
First of all, I have no idea how much I weigh. I haven't been on the scale in almost three weeks. My clothes feel the same so that's a good sign but it's gotten to the point where I'm now afraid to step on the scale. I just keep putting it off and putting it off.
In mid-July, the air conditioner in my rented condo broke. My landlord, being the lazy, cheap bastard that he is, refused to fix it. He said mid-90s to 100 degrees is not that hot and why can't I just use fans. So my response was F you, I'm moving. I gave my 30 days notice but that meant I still had to live in a hot house and I had to look for another place.
I was going back and forth to my parents house b/c it was almost impossible to sleep at home. In between, I was searching for places to live. Finally a friend lent me a portable air conditioner (yay me) and I found a new place for us to move within the same school district (yay us). Then came the packing. I started immediately. Every night when I came home, I spent at least an hour packing.
I managed to still get in exercise and even started Zumba.
. Love, love, love it.
Then my son started school and he got a job. Now I have to pick him up from work at least three nights a week (boo me, yay him). There went my gym schedule. Who can pack, cook, go to the gym and shuttle around another human? Not this girl. Add to that us constantly fighting because he was missing his curfew. His older, recently graduated and not so wiser GF has no curfew and couldn't understand why he needed to have one.
That chic couldn't get her butt out of bed before 2 p.m. to save her life. So she wasn't showing up at my house until right before his 9 p.m. curfew. He b*tched and complained about how I was preventing them from seeing each other. Hmmmm. How about she get up before noon and come see him when he gets home from school? He has about five hours there, even with soccer practice.
(yay me. boo him) right before we moved.
And speaking of the move, that was more stress. I moved on a weekday and guess what? Everybody is working. I know, I'm a genius. I eventually found helpers and the move itself went fantastic but two days before, I got sicker than a dog. Thankfully I had packed almost everything by that time but the exhaustion was setting in.
And did I mention, days before moving I ran a
? It was the Dirty Dash and I had been so excited about it. The move and everything going on with my son gave me almost no time to train. It was incredibly fun (think slides, mud pits, walls and monkey bars in the mud) but by far my worst event ever. I was exhausted (getting sick but didn't know it then), dealing with out of control hormones and it was hotter than heck.
And finally the cherry on my stress sundae...I'm actively looking for another job. I have been putting out resumes and networking. That in itself is another job.
But good news! I now live with air conditioning. It's been two weeks since the move and I'm done unpacking. My cold is finally going away (only took two weeks) and my son and I are getting along great. I brought my gym bag to work today, the first time in two weeks. I got a good walk in Saturday and seem to be slowly getting back on track.
Maybe now I'll be brave enough to get on that scale.