I’m two weeks into my new schedule of working Noon to 8PM and swimming 2 hours a day. So far it hasn’t been too difficult. My legs are often sore and I had a persistent cramp in my right butt cheek. That was kind of embarrassing! I would walk along like a normal person and then get one of my cramps and start groaning like I was possessed while dancing around like there was a mouse in my pants.
This schedule has done a good job of cutting out any late night snacking. Nothing convenient is open by the time I get home and I just want to go to bed anyways. I can find the weekends difficult mainly because I don’t usually plan ahead what I am going to do and eat. I haven’t gone off the rails but it has been a struggle.
I’m in a hurry to add more exercise to my morning but I don’t want to do any more dancing around holding my butt so I will take that slowly. I’m holding off on weighing myself as well. As long as I am doing everything I am supposed to I don’t need to get on the scale. When my clothes tell me something has changed then I will see what I weigh or if I start to slide then I will have to keep an eye on the numbers so that I don’t get too far off track. (Since writing this I got on the scale. I’m divorcing the scale.)
I have not seen or heard from my raccoon squatter. I assume he has moved in with the girlfriend he invited over a while back. The cat was kind enough to catch a mouse in the house so now I have to figure out where he came from. The cat is pretty good at pest control but way too enthusiastic. I would much rather build the critters out.