Meh

Lately I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I suspect this is partly due to stress – I’m living beyond my means this fortnight, I had to move offices on Monday (not enough offices for the number of staff, so I’m now sharing an office with the tutors), I’m thinking about moving flats, I have maybe another fortnight to get a computer lab tidied up and ready for classes, one of my jobs will have significantly fewer hours this year, and the other is on a contract which finishes at the end of November and will need significant justification to the division to renew.

So basically, stressed. Also not really eating well, possibly also due to stress, but possibly also due to depression.

Still single, still a little neurotic, somewhat paranoid, and with relatively low self-esteem.

On top of this, my knee has been hurting for pretty much over a year now, some days worse than others, and you get me not enjoying my life very much.

Dancing has restarted, which is nice, but I’ve been too tired and out of sorts to really enjoy it. Plus it’s hard to deal with people when I’m feeling tired. Which would be less of an issue if I didn’t still feel tired even after getting over ten hours of sleep (not that the ten hours of sleep has happened particularly often…)

With regards to nutrition, I’ve tried adding more carbohydrates into my diet, but this doesn’t seem to have helped much with energy levels. I suspect the lack of energy is down to erratic eating patterns, stress, depression, and general lack of sleep. It may not help that I stopped taking vitamin D supplements regularly over a month ago.

I need sleep.

Apparently I’m looking good

Tonight I had a couple of different people at Ceroc tell me that I’m looking good. This could be because I managed to catch a little sun over the last week, or it could be due to my ongoing nutrition experiment, but it’s nice to hear.

Also nice to hear are the people telling me how nice I am to dance with. And this includes people who have been dancing for some time now and are themselves nice to dance with.

I made it through to ten o’clock without being completely compost mentis. I was certainly tired by then, mind you, but I still had energy and didn’t have a heavy mind fog. I hope this is the start of an ongoing trend, even if it turns out to be a placebo effect.