Worn Out Again

I ended up spending a good portion of the day--starting around noon--doing more work in the garage. I found a pair of vice grips in the drawer and were able to uses them to get the stripped screws out of the bunk bed (I found a couple more on the bottom bunk). My husband helped me switch the bunks then the 10yo helped me straighten up some including putting new sheets on his now double foam mattress. Then he got bored and went inside while I moved boxes.

But I got most of it done. There's still a bit that needs organizing but the main part was clearing space for a "bedroom" and that's now done. I remarked after that we haven't had that much clear floor space in the garage since we moved in.

I'm so sore now. And I never got around to finishing the yard work like I planned. Now we're expected to get a heat wave starting tomorrow, including getting up to 102F on Saturday and Sunday so I won't be doing any outside work this weekend. Oh well. At least the garage is done.

I was hoping to get to Joann's tomorrow to get the embroidery floss I need for my cross stitch project, but my husband wants to stop at Home Depot for some stuff. Not sure how I'll feel tomorrow. Most nights I've gone to bed completely exhausted, barely able to stay awake, thinking there's no way I'll be able to do anything when I get up only to do more the next day than I did the day before.

I didn't even really get much sleep last night. Went to bed around three, but didn't fall asleep until around 4am. Then the cat woke me two different time so I really didn't get any solid sleep until after 5am. I was up around 8:30 this morning. So I'm running on like three hours of sleep and still managed to spend most of the day cleaning the garage.

I'm just so out of shape after literally sitting on my butt for over a year. And all this weight... I need to lose a minimum 20lbs to get back to my weight I was before the fatigue set in. It still sucked back then, but at least, I know I can manage at 250lbs. Because right now, at 270lbs, life sucks completely. My feet hurt so much after being on them for just an hour. That limits what I can really do. I could never work a job where I'm on my feet all day like my kids do. And going up and down the stairs is torture with my muscles so sore. After spending the day cleaning or pulling weeds, my legs feel like they weight 100lbs each. I almost can't lift them. I even had to have my husband help me up from the couch at lunch because I couldn't get my body to work. Ugh. And I know it's all because of the weight so there's my fatass eating Fritos with lunch. I never learn.

Despite that, I'm calling today a stellar success--energy- and productivity-wise.