I know I’ve been MIA for a while. Well since August 17th to be exact. That was the day I found out my team was losing our jobs on September 17th. I had 30 days to find a new job while still meeting crazy deadlines at my current job. I’m the type of person who is loyal. I’m not going to do my job any less because I knew I wouldn’t be there after September.

Over the last nine years, I’ve switched jobs almost every two years. That’s just how my industry operates. I don’t agree with it, but I do what I need to do. So of course, after nine years, I have a process. I know how to get organized and go into job finding mode.

I started applying to a minimum of three jobs a day and never searching for a job for more than an hour a day. Anything more than that and I believe it starts to really fuck with your head.

As the 30 days started winding down, leads weren’t going where I needed them to go and I stopped working out and I stopped eating right because I needed to slow the output of money because I didn’t know where the next source of income was going to come from.

I started selling items on OfferUp, I started doing small freelance jobs to bring in what I could. All my focus went to that. I started noticing the weight starting to creep in again and why wouldn’t it? I wasn’t doing what I was doing and what I need to do to get my body where it needed to be.

After going through six rounds of interviews with a company, I was offered the job. Knowing what I know about myself and what I need to accomplish, working out with my trainer before or after work is not an option. I have to work out in the middle of the day with her. I’m grateful I was able to negotiate a two-hour lunch which makes it possible to get my weightlifting in… and you know, for bringing in a paycheck again.

I’m having a hard time getting back into the food plan that I need to consume. Halloween is here and I find myself eating trick or treat candy, that I don’t really enjoy eating but it’s easily accessible and I am craving it. I have to get myself back in the motivational mindset where nothing stood in my way and I viewed food as a source of fuel and nothing else.

I need to focus on me. Now that I am employed again, I need to get my train back on the track and get shit done. It’s not a matter of can I do it? because I know I can do it. I did it. I now have to continue my journey. Stay focused and head straight towards my goal.

Let’s fucking DOOOO this.