Please tell me it's not a train

I'm a great believer that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Right now, it's just really far off in the distance.

I've got research proposal deadlines looming, patients to see, a boyfriend to make happy, meetings to attend, drug information questions/consults to investigate and answer, and last but not least I've got to find some time in there somewhere to breathe. It's been stressful to say the least.

I keep having to remind myself that I signed up for this. I signed my name to a contract that locked me into a year of getting paid less (a lot less) to do more. Most of the time I love it, but there comes that moment where you hit the wall. This is my moment.

With all of this whining, comes excuses. Operation Tiny Pants has come to a screeching halt. I've adjusted my eating habits trying to gain control of my portions, but the only exercise I get right now is running up and down the hospital corridors. I keep telling myself, "Next week it will be better." Next week needs to turn into NOW.

Tomorrow I'll wake up early and put on my game face while continuing to search for that light. My only hope is that the light at the end of that tunnel isn't a train.