Let’s Get Healthy: Day Seventy-two (AKA Yep, Definitely In Perimenopause) #romancefit
Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Energy level: Improving.
The Shark-Week-That-Wasn’t-A-Shark-Week gave up the ghost after two days, so I decided screw it and started to use the progesterone cream again, which means the retained water is coming off nicely and, um, how to put this politely, my GI tract is working overtime. So healthwise everything seems to be good.
I finished my first day back at a contract job feeling like I have a good handle on everything, and as I suspected I slept like a log last night and didn’t have any anxiety dreams, which was fabulous. I will be working tomorrow to make up for the holiday on Monday, but that’s cool — it means I’ll get a nice paycheck for August that, combined with what I have in the bank and what Ramón should be getting from his former employer as a last paycheck, will cover the mortgage, our two non-utilities bills, and leave enough left over to eat on for September. His unemployment should kick in soon, which will help even more, and then I will be getting a rather chunky paycheck for all the ten hour days I’ll be working in September. If Ramón manages to get a job within the next two weeks (and recruiters keep contacting him, but I had to remind him that this is a holiday weekend and everything probably bogged off after lunch so that’s why he’s not hearing anything today) things will definitely be looking up.
Writing-wise, didn’t do bubkes for the last couple of days, which is understandable, but I hope to get back to it this weekend and knock out some serious wordage. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please.