(Yes, this is an SF/F blog. No this is not SF/F related. I actually have five minutes to sit and write however, and [cue music] It's my bloggie and I'll post if I want to. You would post too if it happened to you.)
A weird thing happened today. See, I'm moving in today and as I was finalizing packing I came across an old bag of pretzels. This shouldn't have been surprising. I'm a three hundred plus pound man and I love pretzels. Actually, I love to eat, period. That's just me.
The surprising part is that I couldn't remember when I had bought these pretzels. I had known they were there, but not for how long. I hadn't had time to eat them even though they were in front of my computer and that's where I spend pretty much all my time when I'm at home. I just hadn't been in front of my computer for long enough to eat a pretzel in weeks.
I tried one before I threw them out. They were stale and disgusting. I thought back and I'm pretty sure I bought those when I first went back to work at the end of April I think. It's a little hazy.
See, I work thirteen hour shifts and I ride the bus. It's currently (before the move) about two and a half to three hours each way to work. Most days I've been walking in from work and passing out face first in bed so that I could be up for work in three to five hours to either go back to work or go spend time with my kids. I've been so tired that I literally can't see straight sometimes. (That's not an exaggeration this time. I walked into a wall because I missed the door once.)
The thing is, I haven't been concerned by that at all. I was raised to believe that, as an adult, you just sucked it up and went to work. Work was a responsibility and to be taken seriously. You had to go so you went. I remember my dad having an abscessed tooth once and walking around with his whole face swollen for like three or four days because he didn't want to take off of work to get it fixed. That's just how it was supposed to be.
What I'm finding out is that there needs to be more to life than work. I haven't been able to do many reviews recently because I haven't been able to stay awake on the bus to read books. I see my kids but I can't enjoy it because I'm too tired to process the experience. I don't even think about slowing down because I can't. I have obligations.
Not only that but I've lost weight. This should be a good thing. I'm fat. I need to lose weight. The thing is I haven't been trying. I've been losing weight because I don't have time to eat. This sucks.
I guess my point is that I learned that I need to try taking care of myself. Moving is going to help that because I will be cutting commute times down to about a quarter of what they currently are. I should be able to get more sleep and maybe have some time to goof off starting tomorrow. I just wish I had learned my lesson sooner