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I like to think my new health regimen is going well. I only pigged out the first day I was here. Ever since then I eat just cereal and fruit for breakfast and a sandwich and fruit for lunch. By dinnertime though I'm friggin' tired of fruit and I'm voracious. It doesn't help that the cafeteria serves such awesome food. I'm eating better now than any other time in my life. They serve everything from nazi-vegan to nom-nom-oink comfort food. Just last night they served bison and salmon. Holy moly, I've tried so many new foods here that I never would've tried on my own.
I've been working out every night too. It's actually not as tough or self-conscious as I would've expected. I actually get more into it when there's lots of people in the gym. The one time I had the place to myself I totally half-assed my routine. I've found working out to be surprisingly enjoyable. Except for crunches; I still hate those. And jogging does not come easy for this once-asthmatic kid but I stick with it.
I want to stick to a daily routine but I'm starting to think that I might not be able to keep it up. Yesterday when I got back to the lodge and out of my 30-lbs of gear, I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had done to my face. My eyes were black. I checked my gloves for soot or oil, thinking I might've rubbed my eyes, but they were clean. Then I realized that my eyes weren't dirty, they were just very very dark from fatigue. We're working 12-14 hour days and I typically have just 3 hours between quitting time and bedtime. One of those goes to the gym, leaving just 2 hours for dinner, laundry, and a small slice of me-time. I really should try to get more rest, especially considering how the nurses warned us of the SnP virus that's going around camp. ("Shitting and Puking," their very words). The little spare time I do have, I spend chatting with the new people I'm meeting online. I could start going to bed earlier and this 3-week shift would fly by but my nightly chats are really the only personal time I have. I need to find some balance.
I've been working out every night too. It's actually not as tough or self-conscious as I would've expected. I actually get more into it when there's lots of people in the gym. The one time I had the place to myself I totally half-assed my routine. I've found working out to be surprisingly enjoyable. Except for crunches; I still hate those. And jogging does not come easy for this once-asthmatic kid but I stick with it.
I want to stick to a daily routine but I'm starting to think that I might not be able to keep it up. Yesterday when I got back to the lodge and out of my 30-lbs of gear, I looked in the mirror and wondered what I had done to my face. My eyes were black. I checked my gloves for soot or oil, thinking I might've rubbed my eyes, but they were clean. Then I realized that my eyes weren't dirty, they were just very very dark from fatigue. We're working 12-14 hour days and I typically have just 3 hours between quitting time and bedtime. One of those goes to the gym, leaving just 2 hours for dinner, laundry, and a small slice of me-time. I really should try to get more rest, especially considering how the nurses warned us of the SnP virus that's going around camp. ("Shitting and Puking," their very words). The little spare time I do have, I spend chatting with the new people I'm meeting online. I could start going to bed earlier and this 3-week shift would fly by but my nightly chats are really the only personal time I have. I need to find some balance.
