I Gotta Get Outta This Place

So, back at the coal face, I'm working a stupid amount of hours every week, getting zero exercise and stuffing my face to compensate for the lack of sleep. I am too tired to do anything except drag myself to the next job to do and then try to get through it in a zombie-fied way. I am living on ice-cream and crisps, which are kind of nice in a fat-fuelled way, but not good for the figure. My blood sugar is OK, I think. It was about 4.5 when I tested it - and let's face it, it hasn't been that good since before I was pregnant i.e. a decade ago. 

So, the over work continues and I've put on about 5lb in two months. I could blame it on the pills, (Gliclazide) which are supposed to make you gain weight, but somehow I think it is the stress I'm under and the lack of sleep that I'm getting that are actually causing the problem (i.e. face stuffing), not the pills. I have to take some responsibility. What can I say? I hate teaching and it hates me. I gotta get outta this place before it kills me.