I Know, Right?

I've come to the conclusion that the idea of people earning a living while blogging totally baffles my mind.  I started this year with every intent of keeping this journal updated on a regular basis and then February hit followed by her sadistic cousin March.  Since I started this weight loss journey the one sector that I have not yet totally slip is aerobic exercise.  I continue to walk, hike, run, walk/run, which is why I have maintained the same weight since early March, which is nine pounds heavier than the first recorded weight of the year.  I'm o.k.  I took the February-March winter blues in stride, literally.  I kept running while everything else seemed to fade away.  Not disappear- just fade for a bit.  Looking back I found a journal entry from November 15, 2017 reaffirming that I am weather affected (is that a term?) individual.  Coming to know this I mentally and physically gave myself a break, and will continue to do so when needed.

15 November 2017

I can't believe how much the weather affects me- as in my mood and sometimes my health.  Today a warm front came through as it is raining and the temperature is to reach 55.  I felt this upcoming weather occurrence yesterday.  I went home, half way through the school day with a minor headache and sore throat and overall malaise.  I took medicine and slept until Emma came home from school.  I am very much a home body and I believe the honeymoon period with my job is over.  Once I arrive at work I enjoy it, but getting to the school is becoming harder.  We changed our clocks back earlier in the month and  I have come to believe that my body takes two weeks to adjust-in the fall and in the spring.  The sky is dark when I wake up and it is dark when we eat dinner.  As I head towards the end of that second week I constantly look at the clock to remind me that bedtime isn't for another three  hours.

A new twist, for which I am grateful, is happening this winter… a first since Samantha started competing in gymnastics at the age of six- twelve years ago.  No child is participating in an organized winter sport.  Sam has college softball practice and Shannon has summer softball practice and a few tournaments on the weekend but my afternoons and weeknights are free of any parental obligations, i.e. supplying rides, watching games, popping corn, swigging soda.  So exciting and at the same time so bizarre.   Free time.  What will I do?