I woke up last night and couldn’t get back to sleep. I lay there in the dark, with equally dark thoughts going through my mind. If everything turned to shit and I had to support myself and the boy, could I do it? I ran the numbers in my head, while, at the same time, trying to banish the thoughts and get back to sleep. Day care costs? House rental costs? When I started to hear BART trains going by, I knew it was all over. It was almost time to wake up.
I decided to take advantage of my sleeplessness, once I resigned myself to it, and actually get up when my alarm went off. (Yippee!) I trundled downstairs and put on the Firm CardioSculpting DVD. There were times when the moves changed so quickly that I couldn’t keep up, but, generally, I was moving, it was good, and I got my heart rate up for a decent amount of time. I worked up a sweat. Even squeezed in a quick shower before the boy demanded my presence at his bedside.
My resolutions… well, at least I’m becoming a lot more AWARE of how I’m unaware when I’m eating. I still have been eating breakfast in the car on the way to work. (Not only unhealthy, but downright dangerous.) The boy has been a little better, I think, in his eating. I’ve been cooking healthy stuff. Well… it’s a process. It’s a path. And I still feel I’m heading in the right direction.