I think today marks two weeks of unemployment. Time has become meaningless, and I'm so tired, and I can't even tell you why. I'm almost always making it to bed before midnight (there was one nearly 1am, but other than that, a minute or five past has happened a few times) but never before 11pm. I'm sleeping late -- the alarm was set for 8am, but that hasn't been working, because I've just turned over and slept two more hours, so today it was set for 9am, and I did manage to stay awake.
The attempt at giving up coffee has entirely stalled. I've scaled it back to 'not every day' and 'not buying it at cafes more than 50% of the time'. I'm managing the former, but I'm not actually tracking well enough to be sure of the latter. I have been making coffee, and some of the time it is decaf, so at least there is that. I've declared it to be something I'm not going to revisit until I'm back from travelling, because I will need the coffee to cope while travelling, that is just something I need to accept. Yesterday, I had an espresso doppio at about 6:30pm, which was absolutely the right call, because I was able to get through skate training without either my lungs or my cope giving out. I did have to get out of the line and practice alongside, but that was mostly okay -- right ankle is being a brat about having the laces on my skate loosened so my toes stop going numb. BUT, I have to accept that I cannot go to the session immediately before training. I skated for half an hour, but it was more than was sensible.
Dropping sugar is going better. I've mostly shifted to eating bananas or apples when the cravings hit, and that is more satisfying than previous attempts. I am eating biscuits and other high sugar foods as a stress response some of the time, and there is also the 'I have no idea what to eat, have a biscuit' response that needs breaking. But 'I am at home and will eat something sweet' has mostly been broken.