Well, the last few months have been, um, exciting to say the least. I’ve gotten a new job (yay!) and moved to the beach (well, a few miles off shore, but my new town has “beach” in the name). Yet again, I’ve started over.
After spending about a year and a half as a remote worker, adjusting to the in-the-office, 40-hour-plus work week has left me exhausted. I’m not nearly as healthy as I used to be, and I haven’t been on a consistent schedule since the summer when I searched for, traveled to interviews for and finally landed said job. Now, it’s time to get myself back on track.
That’s even harder than it sounds.
Truth is, I’m tired. All the time. So far, my body has refused to adjust to the idea of an 8 a.m. start time and rebels against any reason for getting out of bed other than “man, I gotta pee.” That means I haven’t been able to work out or run before work. After work, especially in the darkness of almost-solstice, I have no motivation either. All I want to do is sit around, and that’s not helping me at all.
I wish I’d returned to my blog triumphantly, reporting goal-weight accomplishments and stellar training stats. Instead, I’m here to report that I’m dragging my tired behind back to the starting line once again to improve my health a little bit each day. I’m here to report that I’m still alive, I’m still determined and I’m happy to be here.
If you have any advice for getting up in the morning, please share it. That one shift would mean a world of difference for me.