I woke up with a headache again; whenever my upper back gets cold, I end up with a headache from the muscle soreness.  I don't know why, it only developed in the past six or so years, but that's how it is.  If I fall asleep and the covers drop, I wake up sore and with a headache.

I managed to make it back to the gym again.  Yay!  I haven't been in like, two weeks?  because of tiredness/depression/stuff happening.  I did the treadmill for 36 minutes before the darn machine broke; it's not me!  really!  lol.  There's a vague guilt feeling about it; do I weigh so much it broke?  No, those things are designed for fat people to use them; plus the one next to it was broken, so maybe it was an age of the machines issue.  I've managed to mostly be okay with it.  The only annoyance factor was that I was aiming for forty minutes of walking, so I didn't quite finish that.  Then I did the weight machines; wow does doing it slowly ever make a difference!!!  same weight, slower method made it a lot harder, which means I get more out of it.  And I even did sit ups (well, stomach crunches) and I am noticing small differences in my appearance.

I weighed myself afterwards, fearing that I'd gained over my two week hiatus, but nope, I didn't.  Woohoo!  I hate when I end up having to re-lose weight because I was stupid.  This time I got lucky.  I hope to make it a run of good luck!

However, I was feeling pretty out of it by the time I got home and had had a shower.  I'm not sure why.  I was a little sad, a little lonely, so I did what makes me feel best.  No, not chocolate!  I just love to curl up in bed, pulling the covers up to my face, and then I could relax and feel safe.  I have a few anxiety issues, and I guess they just popped up today.  So I accidentally spent three hours this afternoon napping/relaxing.  I loved it, I have to admit, though I feel guilty for not taking more of a role in looking after the kids today.  Tomorrow I'll do that.  I'll take the kids out early, let Bob have his free time, and do all the laundry that's piled up over the week.  Guh.  You'd think the convienence of owning our own washing machine/dryer would help, but nope.  I still find laundry a chore.  I can feel generations of pre-machine housewives shaking their heads at me.

On the job front, I've an interview on tuesday, and will get a call from another on monday (probably).  The interview is for line assembly work, which I'm not really looking forward towards, but it's a job, and the on call status means I wouldn't be working every day/night.  The other's janitorial, which isn't high on my list either, but at least with that one, it's guaranteed hours and I can set them myself.  With the line work, I could be working till 3am, which is harsh.  Worse if they add a graveyard shift; then I'll really be dragging when I have to deal with the kiddies in the morning.  I don't know.  I'll try not to sabotage my chances in the interview, and see if I can handle the on call night work.