Well...here I am...
I'm loving our new place and the new job, but the combination of all the newness is kicking my ass. I'm working a lot of hours each week with Monday through Thursday basically devoted to nothing but work; Friday is like a recovery day, Saturday is house stuff day, and Sunday is chill day. While I'm not losing, I'm not gaining - so that's a plus. At this moment, I'm happy to just maintain. Having said THAT, my 18s are WAY too tight and I'm firmly wearing the 20s again.
At first, I couldn't figure out how the hell that happened, but then I realized that I'm rarely wearing jeans anymore; whereas before, that's all I wore. But after moving here, I bought all new clothes. It would have been a good sign/measure, but I surely missed it. On the weekends, I'm wearing long dresses. It's little changes like that that I'm not catching.
Hubster left today for 2 weeks - he'll get home Thursday for just the night and will fly out again on Friday. One old reliable I fell back on was to get the crock pot out and cook a big ol' pot of meat. This time it's pork with a bunch of onions. It should last me through the week. There's something comforting about it. Who knows? Perhaps it'll kick start a new downward trend.
I've got folks coming in to redo the bathrooms and the kitchen. The bathroom is huge, but is so poorly laid out that it looks crowded. I've got to decide on walls and floors and stuff - decisions I hate making, so that's gonna be stressful because I don't have a decorating eye at all.
I'm by no means giving up, giving in, or any such thing. I'm just trying to figure out how to make this new life work the way I need it to work.