|Aidan says no more work, ma.|
So my last day was July 6th, and while I knew it was the best decision for my family and was something I had wanted to do almost four and half years ago, it was not easy walking away from a project and some great co workers. I never left a project because I was going to another company. Nope, reasons for leaving included end of an internship, lay off, and the project was complete. I always worked until the last day or I was told they needed me on another project. So I wasn't ready emotionally for what I would feel as I walked, escorted, out the gate and away from the largest project I have ever been apart ($1.34 billion). A project I have made two professional presentations, which the first time was my first presentation to a professional society of engineers. There was a lot I left behind...tears (unfortunately) were not.
So I began the new job on July 23rd. The new job has later hours and is only four days a week. Later work hours, starting at 6:30 AM instead of 5:00 AM means I would get off later and not have someone to watch Aidan while I went to the gym. The gym and fitness is very important to me; I am a gym rat, so working out at home isn't much of an option. So my solution...wake up at 4:00 AM, okay okay, hit the snooze until 4:18 AM. My day starts with letting the dogs out, making coffee yes I like it now!, chugging a protein shake, putting on gym clothes, brushing my teeth, and rushing out the door. Oh, and hopefully I remember deodorant...one of the days I did not. I must be out the door by 4:36AM in order to get a 45 minute work out in. So Monday through Thursday, I alternate legs and arms, and since I switched to morning work outs, I feel the burn so much more. There's NO ONE at the gym at 4:45 AM. I have all the weights and machines to myself! AT 5:30 AM, I have to be in the locker room getting ready for work which requires straightening hair, wiping the swear off, applying make up, and getting dressed. By 5:40 AM, my butt better be out the door and in my truck to make my way to work.
So now I wake up 1 hour later, somehow get a 45 minute work out in, and only arrive at work one and a half hours later than what I was use to. How does that happen?! Okay, guilty of hitting the snooze when I had to get up at 3:15 AM. Plus, I was getting to work at 5:45 AM because I had a much longer walk, now I can park a 100' from the entrance to the building where I work.
The first two weeks have gone great, and while I sometimes want to reset my alarm to 5:00 AM, I get up despite me arguing with myself over sleep. So far, so good. In fact, I even got up early on my day off to attend my first ever gym class. That's right, Mrs. Has no Rhythm attended one of those classes taught by an instructor who seems to know eveyrone's names because they're regulars. Well, I had hoped to learn more core exercises to help strengtehn and compliment my weight lifting routines. I had also hoped that the class would not require me to be in sync with the rest of the class. Hah! yeah right...so while I am trying to learn the poses and movements, I also have to keep in sync with others. Really, it was hilarious. Though, I did enjoy the class, and unfortuatnely, I have to admit that it kicked my butt. However, I will be returning, and one day soon, I will kick its butt, but I know I will never be in sync with the rest of the classes rhythm.
The one routine to suffer, though, is dinner. I eat my bigger meal at lunch now and eat a salad for dinner. Getting home at 6:00 PM limits what I want to eat since I only have 4 hours to digest, and we all know I don't like to eat heavy that late. But the nice thing is I can make a great crock pot meal that AJ and I can eat off for most of the week, then Friday rolls around, and I make other dishes.