Realization 1
I eat shit. Working up to and over 60 hours a week sometimes combined with working a very mentally draining job makes cooking fine meals not so appealing. I've been trying but sometimes the need for (me time) gets in the way of a healthy meal. I don't go out and buy junk food, but I often exclude more than one food item for dinner. For instance, I'll bring a bowl of potato soup but no fruit, veggies or protein sources.
Realization 2
I haven't been exercising regularly. Juggling two jobs, I have found it difficult to set myself a clear pattern of exercising throughout the week. I sporadically get in a sort run in the morning or a ride in the mid afternoon before work. Sometimes I just feel too exhausted or mentally damaged from working with brain impaired people to motivate myself to go. Bottom line is; exercise helps keep me sane. It reduces my stress and running races gives me something to work towards.
Realization 3
Our lives are in danger. It didn't really hit me until Linsey's family came to visit, how often we hear ambulances, firetrucks or police cars roll by. Probably one every five minutes. Linsey's mom mentioned this while visiting and since then I've become more cognizant of all the crazy stuff around us. For instance, when traveling down to Fort Myers to visit more family, we didn't even make it to the end of our own street before someone cut us off and almost drove us off the road. Last night I was driving some of our residents to the movie theater and witnessed a car hit a cyclist. The man was able to stand up and walk away, but the funny part about it was the vehicle directly behind the guilty driver was a police officer. On the way back from the theater; the main highway heading up through Pinellas County was shut down from an accident that left a 22 year old girl dead. She hit a light pole, flew through her windshield and I believe she died there on the highway. There was also a eating establishment called Super Country Buffet, that was closed down for a few days for human trafficking a half mile from where I work. Stuff like this is a daily occurrence. Long live Florida.