Oh look, words and things… I’m around. I’ve been doing life-like things. Began working, after 9 years of debilitating fun times with ME/CFS, full-time. As you can imagine, that’s been a big change to get used to. I’m creating this post at work, on my lunch break, and hoping I don’t fall asleep. I have not had enough because I went to a Pre-NaNo Planning Session!
I regret nothing.
The planning session did make me want to write though. I haven’t been writing. These are the things I have been doing;
Sleeping, Working, and having Weekends
Weekends are amazing. You don’t realise how much you’ve missed weekends until you don’t really have weekends. When you’re trapped indoors every day, not working, weekends and weekdays meld into each other.
I began working part-time at my current job (being a social butterfly and helping customers at BookFari) and then switched to full-time. The head-office is in Eastern Suburbia. I live in Western Sydney Suburbia. There is a lot of commuting going on, but I don’t mind. It’s my reading time. It means I get a minimum of 1 hour’s reading time a day.
So, work is good. I’m mostly used to it now and have my mental illnesses understood (I’d say handled, but hah!). I like having an income too. Money to buy food and gym towels. Just the finer things in life, especially when they can help me keep up with my metabolism (urgh, I’m so hungry).
Getting a job made me unfit. It’s true. I went from muscle atrophy to working out and exercising every day to sitting on my butt most of the day. At first I was walking the 20 minute walk to work from the station, but then I discovered I could catch the bus. I think I got lazy, but let’s define lazy. Lazy means “unwilling to work or use energy.” Now I’m willing to use energy. I do things, I volunteer my time. I can be proactive. I just didn’t feel like walking all that way when I could be catching the bus and reading instead. Plus hot days equal being sweaty and rainy days equals cold and miserable.
Anyway, so I’ve put on about 4kgs. Not a crazy amount, I know, but I’m short enough it messes up my BMI. Couple that with just not moving and my muscles decided not to like me. Right now I’m working on exercising each day, cutting out refined sugar (oh boy did that give me the shakes), and getting toned. We’ll see how that goes… Continue reading