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Today I worked out

For the better part of the last year I have worked 9.5 hour (or more) day, taking every other Thursday partly or half off. This worked well, it also allowed me to travel without taking much time off.  As the weeks of my pregnancy have progressed, the longer days are getting more challenging.  Today I started to work shorter days, allowing me to leave work and get a workout in without rushing through my evening.    Sleep is becoming more challenging, through a combination of comfort and pondering world problems, making getting in bed earlier even more important.  I'm also starting to hit the phase where I just have less energy.  This is pretty hard for me to come to grips with.  I have always been one to sacrifice my sleep, so I can get every thing done.  I am coming to the reality, that certain things just aren't that important.  They can get done later.  Many people have told me that I do too much.  I would have agreed but just couldn't change it.  Or didn't want to.  

Now I have no choice.  As I learn I have a lot lower limits that I used to.  If I have done anything this pregnancy, its give my self grace.  Take a nap if I need to.  Eat carbs regularly.  Snack in the middle of the night. Wear Uggs all the time (my non pregnant self is mortified that I own these and wear them in public as often as possible).  Scale way back in my workouts and use lighter weights.  Todays weights aren't even half my normal weights.  But I am kind of ok with that.  Today I did a workout.  And thats big enough.



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