Ho Hum

My hubby has been away for almost a week now. We have been so incredibly lucky over the last two years. Shawn has had to work away very little since Trent was born. He's mostly been working long, never ending days about 2 hours away; that means he's been driving the 2 hour commute every day, even if he's getting home at 10 o'clock at night, just so he can be home for a couple of hours with us. Usually he's home long enough to eat, shower and catch a couple hours of sleep before he starts the madness all over again. It's crazy that we think that this (non) schedule is LUCKY for us. Lucky would be having my man home every night, working a 9-5 job (at a decent salary). I digress, he's been away for almost a week and I'm losing my mind.

I feel so cut off, even if I'm really not. I dread figuring out supper for just Trent and I. Everything seems to take more energy and effort than I have to give. I've been eating crappy; not McDonalds crappy, but not eating enough and not really the right calories. Last week my 'schedule' was thrown off and that's probably contributing to this Ho Hum feeling. I only got to the gym once, although I did log about 30km by walking or my bike.

Ok, so now that I have my blah's written in front of me... wow. I really need to focus on how far I've come. Last year a bad eating week would have been (a) eating less than 700 calories more than half the week or (b) eating fast food for at least 4 meals. Last year a bad activity week would be more hours logged on the couch than anything else. So, I only made it to the gym once last week; that's still once more than what I was doing 4 months ago.

I'm starting this week nice and fresh. I will drink more water. I will prepare healthy meals for myself. I will try to log more than 30 km on daily mile. I will get to the gym at least twice. Then my husband will come home and he won't find me broken and waiting on him.