Monthly Archives: June 2022
Things have been puttering right along here at the casa de Shrinking Kelly. I finally got a new job at the end of March and I’m really enjoying it for the most part.
I’m just an admin assistant, but they met the salary that I was at on my last job so that was unexpected and nice. It’s mostly stress free and I really enjoy the people that I work with.
I’m not sure I ever touched on how stressful my last job was. My office manager back then was a total headcase. Like, no joke, she needed to be on medication for her mental illnesses. She would scream and yell and throw things on the daily and you never knew what you were in for when you showed up at work.
It really ignited my PTSD from my childhood in the worst way possible and for about the last year or two it REALLY messed with my mental well-being.
Having said that, this job has NONE of that and it is so freeing. To come home from work and not bring major emotional damage with me is just so amazing I can’t even put it into words.
It did however, take me a little bit to get back into the swing of things as far as actually putting on clothes and leaving my house. 🤣🤣
The first two weeks I was completely exhausted and could barely function when not at work, but that eventually sorted itself out and I seem to have found my groove.
I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to maintain my level of exercise once I started working again. In fact, I told myself that I would keep at it for a week or two and then move it down to a more “reasonable” level.
Since I lost my job at the end of November, I’ve been managing to get in at least an hour of cardio most every day. Let’s face it, I had nothing better to do at the time and it was really helping with the mental stress I had at being stuck at home 24/7 for four months.
It was that very reason that I wanted to continue it for at least the first week or two of the new job. I knew that I would be nervous and that working out in that capacity would leave me clear headed and less anxious about the new position.
I’ve never been a morning person. Like, ever. It has always been a major struggle for me to get up and get going in the morning, be it school or work. If given my druthers I would sleep until early afternoon and then stay up all night. Lather, rinse, repeat.
That just simply isn’t an option in the real world, so I would settle for sleeping until the last possible second before getting up and doing the bare minimum (shower, brush my teeth and get dressed) before getting in the car and heading to work. No make up, no time to gather my thoughts and certainly no exercise.
With the new job, I just didn’t give myself any other alternative. It helped that I don’t have to be to the new job until nine whereas my old job I had to be there at 7:30, but I just didn’t let myself slide at all. I woke up every morning at 5:30 and was working out by six. No excuses.
After a couple of weeks, I realized that I hadn’t died from lack of sleep and actually enjoyed going to bed early for the most part. Once I reached that understanding with myself, it was fairly easy to just keep going and now it is just habit.
I even incorporate it on weekends too if I have to be somewhere, I just do the backwards math of when I would have to get up in order to be able to get my workout in and then set my alarm. There is no question (a couple of minor exceptions being 5:00 AM departures for whatever reason – mostly travel related) in my mind and therefore I just do it.
There is no way that I would be able to have done any of this if it weren’t for losing my job, so when they say that everything happens for a reason, there is a certain amount of truth to that.
With this level of exercise, I’ve been able to take off and keep off almost 45 pounds since my old job closed its doors without killing myself with super restricted calories. That’s a total of almost 70 pounds since starting this weight loss reboot back in January of 2021 (with 5 months off in the middle there somewhere).
Don’t get me wrong, I do keep myself in a calorie deficit for the most part, but nowhere near as restrictive as I used to be in the past. I don’t really feel deprived at all and I enjoy eating my maintenance calories on the weekends to allow for the big calorie items I might be craving. It’s a formula that *knocks wood* is working so far and I’m thrilled.
It no longer feels like a diet and it finally feels like a lifestyle.
