The last two weeks have been an amazing one for my physical health. My blood glucose is actually under control. I have only binge ate once in the same time frame. I'm loving the behavior from my manager at my new job. The culture there is that if you do you job well, they will let you follow your passion.
Then why am I so tired? I think it is because that I still don't have a home of my own yet. My uncle Bob is graciously allowing me to stay at his home until I get a place or Memorial Day (whichever comes first). I still just have anxiety about not being my own place, and it feels weird.
I'm also trying to learn a lot more about my job and learning how to do it well. Problem there is there still is another team that is doing the work of mine, as well, and there isn't enough to go around. They know 4 products; my team only knows one right now.
The hardest part is my family. I miss my wife and kids, but my oldest has gotten to the point that he's going to run afoul of the law and I'm going to have to let him get caught up in the system. It's hard to do things like find a house, get utilities set up, and schedule a move when the partner in crime is over 800 miles away.
This week was fair to good, on a OMG -- bad -- fair -- good --great scale.