40+ in The Napkin.

Been scheduled into overtime again. Doesn’t really bother me. I didn’t think I’d adapt to working evenings so well, but it leaves my mornings so stress-free in terms of getting to the gym. In the past, gymming for an 8 AM or 11 AM shift meant getting my bum in gear. I still try to avoid dragging my feet prior to lifting, but still. I don’t doubt that lack of stress, knowing I can take that extra minute, makes a difference.

I’m not a lazy person, and with my self-esteem, I try to do things correctly. But forgive me if I feel “Eh, I can screw up and it’ll be okay.” Important to not take yourself too seriously.

Amused that I have Mondays off. Mondays have generally been kind to me over the years. While others post “OH NOEZ, MONDAY”, I’m all “Sweet, day off.”

I’ve been tracking my grocery bills for a few months now. Haven’t done any real analysis, but I’ll eventually figure out what the drop in my food expenses is. I effectively eat “free” chicken/beans/rice five-six days a week. Hard to say how much it is worth or how much it would cost for me to make myself. To say nothing of convenience. You’d think working in a restaurant might make me unhealthy or fat, but hey, it is all about choices.

As well, I like artificial structure/routine. While not a hard requirement, there are also group meetings every day at noon, if I feel like going. Getting out of the residence for three separate things in a day generally makes me feel nice. Like today has been. Lift, work, meeting, plenty of time to relax.

I’ll spare you from a “day in the life” at this juncture. You know I’m not above going into minute detail.

I love my new tattoo, imperfections and all. To think, I originally wanted it to look like an aged medallion or stone.