I forgot a few things at my Uncle's house. I'll run over there tomorrow and get them with the bird.
I'm not handling the stress well. Not sleeping much. 2 hours Friday Night. When I weighed myself Friday night before taking a shower I weighed in at 246lbs. After the move, I weighed myself on the scale at work (I came here just for the net access), I weighed 246 with all my clothes on. Which means I lost even more weight.
Thursday I was 249. I worked out hard, ate less. Friday I ate lightish. 3x total.
Yesterday, after 2 hours sleep, I ate 2 reese cups, and had some doctor pepper (around 1:30. My day started at 7:30. I ate diner around 6pm. Soup and a sandwich from Tim Hortons. Today the first thing I ate, was soup and a sandwich from Tim Hortons. I couldn't even finish it. Around 7pm I had an apple. I did feel like I had more energy about an hour after eating, than I did before eating.
Along with not handling the stress well, I'm not adapting to the move well either. I think the bird is doing a better job than I am.
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Undoubtedly, moving sucks, but what about it is screwing up your mojo?
cross between feeling guilty, feeling alone, feeling like I'm being mean to the bird (leaving him locked up in the cage all day). I'm sure I'll feel better when I get back to actually working next week.
Then again, not having a net connection, tv, or anything other than boxes every where isn't helping. I got my desk together yesterday for what little good that does right now.
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