There is a light at the end, but it seems so far off.
My work environment has become unbearable. I won't go into details, because they are long and boring and many other people have it worse that me. Everyday I enter our office I am weighed down and am miserable almost all day. The insanity of the situation--the idiocy and the ignorance and the arrogance and the work load on ME that has nothing to do with me or our clients--is too much for me to bear.
I sometimes handle it with grace, but more often than not my frustration shows. I am pushing it all down, just so I can get through the day.
Which means, of course, it comes bubbling out at home in the form of a binge.
I want to cry every day during the day, but I can't because I'd walk around looking like a raccoon from my ruined eye makeup. At night I have to keep it together for the kids' sake. When it's bed time I'm so fried I can't do anything but watch TV or read. And eat.
The good news is this-- we are leaving to join another firm on April 18th. It's an incredibly exciting and big-step-up opportunity. The group of three financial advisors we are joining is exactly what we've been hoping for. We will have back up, we will have support, we will have an "out" if the unthinkable happens to Mark or me. And we are joining a stable, successful environment of young, brilliant men. And four women assistants.
Between now and then, though, I have a butt load of work to do. And a lot of stress to deal with.
I told Mark last night I feel like I'm on the verge of self destruction. I don't want to self destruct. I need to keep my weight stable, and preferably at least around 165, so I can survive all this without blowing up to a size 16 or 18 again.
Mark is doing really well with his health, both physically and emotionally. He's been working hard. I am going to start leaning on him to support me so I don't lose it. It's in his best interest to help me, and he knows it and is willing to help.
My routines have been crappy, and I've not been helping myself at all. While I am still running, because I have the race next week (next week! I'll be in Florida away from all this for six days!!), 15 miles a week can't make up for all the crap I'm putting in my body.
This morning, after talking to Mark last night about how bad it is and what I need to do to change, I got up at 4:50 am (I had been up since 4 am anyway, because Luke woke up with a bad dream) and was at work by 8 am. I am going to the gym on my lunch hour today. I don't normally even leave the office because I get here at 9:30 or 10 and work through till 4 or 4:30. That's not healthy for me anymore.
I've worked out a schedule for weeknights that I hope Mark can support--with him picking up kids two nights a week so I can go to yoga and weights class.
If I can work out the emotional crap in the gym, then I know the food will take care of itself. I know what to do; I just need the emotional energy to do it.