Work and Ruins

As my time in the workforce continues, I'm starting to think. Could work literally be ruining my life? Sure, I was tired before. I slept a lot prior to getting a job too. What's the difference? Are the physical demands truly taking that much of a toll on me that I'm having trouble continuing and nurturing my relationships with the people I love? Or maybe it's simply in addition to work outside the home, work inside the home is magnified with the lack of time and energy.

Even on my days off now, I have to keep the same schedule. It's mostly because some of my weekends are during the week. Like this next work week for example, I work all weekend and then have 3 days off during the week. That's probably leading to another full weekend of work. I believe I have that Sunday off though. Since I never know what day of the week I will be off, I keep my alarm on 24/7 so I have no accidents as far as forgetting to turn it on! That means due to getting up early day in and day out, I'll always be falling asleep early. This is upsetting for D because it leaves no time for us as a couple. I really don't know what I can do. I work around hot grease and a meat slicer. I don't want to compromise the amount of sleep my body feels like it needs then end up regretting it at work. I just don't want to risk that and when I'm not on my toes there, it makes things harder. I ended up going back and forth to the scale more because of issues gauging the weight of the meat and stuff. With my days off being different from his, doing something on the weekend isn't always an option. Kinda sucks, but I'm going to try to stick it out for a bit with this job to build up some work history.

I've been fighting overeating the past few weeks. I finally decided to get a handle on it today. Every day is a new day and a new opportunity to make better choices. I'm going to try to remember that in this coming work week. Slow and steady, one step at a time. Whew. Til next time...