tired. ---> rant

it seems every time someone asks 'how are you?'
i have the same boring old response. im tired.
im on a never ending battle with tiredness it seems.
-i live in a house full of girls working a different schedule than i do,
i'm almost always kept up late with the giggling, stair climbing, door slamming and movie watching of other people.
its not a big deal on days when i can sleep in till 10.. but on the day i work breakfast.. and need to be awake before the sun.. the 5 hours of sleep i get just isnt cutting it. im tired.

-im a woman. i have always and will always have low iron. i reached an all time low last month of 7. a normal woman is supposed to have something like 80. (thats a big difference) so i started taking trusty 'ol iron pills and am keeping the fibre near by! im tired.

-my immune system sucks. i seem to have this lingering cold, stuffy nose, headache and sore throat.. i feel like i have had it for like a month.. just cant seem to get rid of it.. im sure this makes me feel tired as well. im tired.

- i work in a kitchen. this week it seems i have had like no self control over the food i was stuffing in my mouth.. when i know i should go for the carrots. . i went for the chips! im tired.

-on friday i worked breakfast and lunch at the woods.. got into a van, drove to toronto, volunteered at the 30th aniv. fundraising dinner for the woods, drove back.. went to bed at 3 am and got up 3.5 hours later to work breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then breakfast, lunch today. im tired.

so enough with the rant already.
im done being tired. done dwelling on something i have very little control over.
i will control what i can to make myself less tired, and accept that which i cannot change.
im going to try my very best to not answer the question 'how are you?' with 'im tired'
every time i do. im going to put $1.00 into a jar. kinda like a swear jar.
except the tired jar!
time to be positive :)
be happy about the amazing life i have the privilege to live..
and serve wholeheartedly as if i were serving the Lord, not men

woooop!
christie out!