Sunday, June 21, 2009
About two and half years ago, I accepted a job that took me back to TX. It was a nice pay increase and I was excited. Since I thought that that was the place I'd remain for awhile, I bought a house. I'd missed owning a house and was really happy to be back in my own home. What seemed so right turned out to be so wrong.
I walked into a job situation that was unlike any I'd ever been in. No one talked to anyone, collaboration was a no-no, and I wasn't wanted. At first I thought it was just angry co-worker (who literally refused to even look at me, much less work with me) for at least six months. She got past the not acknowledging me, but she never accepted me. I tried talking to my manager. I later realized, she didn't want me there either She was just more subtle about it than angry co-worker. Among other things, it took her nine months to give me a cubicle like the other professionals had (I was at a tiny work station basically in the middle of the room; the same as support staff). I wasn't overly bothered by this until she did arrange for my cubicle and referred to it the whole time as "the disruption." Which just about sums up her attitude about my hire. I believe she was told for various reasons to fill the job, so she did. Didn't mean she had to like it. And, I think she let angry co-worker display it, but that's why she did nothing about that woman's behavior.
There was another co-worker who was really ill. She didn't manage that well either. Shortly after I left, she stepped down and they are now filling her position. Karma will get you in the end. Didn't help me though.
In the meantime, my brand new house had serious issues. It took me over a year to get the builder to take it seriously. Well, this past January, they fixed the foundation. They literally put 32 piers under my house, which they did by digging several tunnels (photo below is of one). A whole guy could fit in one of those tunnels. I sorta wish I could have been there to see it. I also think it was probably a good thing I wasn't living in the house while it was being done. Turns out the builder is having to fix many houses.
This all leads up to the fact that my house went up for sale last Sunday. I had briefly entertained the idea of keeping it and renting it and moving back to it in a couple of years and decided that was not a good idea for a number of reasons. On the plus side, summer is a good time to sell, it's in a very desirable school district, and it now has a lifetime warranty on the foundation. Cross your fingers for a quick sale. It will so lighten my load to not have to take care of this house long distance.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
As of today, I've lost the pounds I gained since January (another point 8 pounds as of this morning). Woo hoo! It took me a couple of months from the time I realized it, but I'm way happy. I forgot to weigh last weekend, so who knows if I just lost tiny bits each week or gained this week (there were some tough days), but I've always said I'll take what I can and will be happy as long as the scale moves down and not up. So, I'm a happy camper.
I'm also a bit nervous. When I adjusted my weight and calories burned per week (down, based on the new HR monitor and I'm sure that I weigh less), SP adjust my calorie range up! My goal is about 100 calories below their outer limit and I've done fairly good at sticking to that. At any rate, I've not gone over the upper range. I was worried that I wasn't burning as many calories, but SP doesn't take into account calories burned during strength training (and I get why), so since I'm doing four strength sessions per week, I know there are extra calories there and then the walking I do hither and yon that I don't always count. At any rate, I don't want to obsess. I also know the closer I get to goal, the more calories I probably need simply because there are a certain number required to maintain weight. If I ever truly get there, that will be quite the change in mindset.
Yesterday, I did the salad/food bars at the Whole Foods. What an utterly fun experience. So many choices, but I think I did okay. I love having a good salad in the summer time and totally see the salad bar there and at my local grocery store replacing my once a week dine out mode. Perhaps not all the time, but what a lovely option. I'm also going to experiment with doing my own frozen food. The first test will be my home made quesadillas. I'm going to make up extras and freeze them for cooking during the week. I've never done this and I have a tiny freezer, but it would so much easier than dragging out all the ingredients to put just one together during the week, after work and exercise.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Today was the mammogram. They also did an ultrasound (which didn't surprise me as they have in the past when there's been a problem). Thanks to the infection or whatever, there is a small lump. I've been down this road before, so I'm not terribly panicked.
It didn't show up on the mammogram, but it did on the ultrasound. Okay. The Doctor is fairly sure it's a blocked duct and not a tumor and if it were a tumor, 95% sure it's benign. His recommendation was to monitor it, follow up with my doctor, and come back for another ultrasound in six months.
On the one hand, okay. On the other hand, I get to worry and watch this for the next six months. In the past, both times, I was immediately sent to the surgeon. In case one, it was monitored closely for months (and finally a needle biopsy); in the second case, a biopsy because the duct was very blocked. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I'd almost rather they go ahead and do at least the needle biopsy (one of the options outlined this morning) just to make sure it is infection/blockage. I can't believe I get to worry and wonder about this for six months.
I will call my Doctor and let him know that the antibiotics didn't clear it up. I'm curious if he'll contact me as the results from today will be sent to him. In TX, the first time I had a problem, it was the surgeon's office that called me and then scheduled everything. This is just kind of weird. And, no matter how hard one tries, you can't ever really just let it go, even for six months. I think the little lump has gotten smaller since all this started, so I'll pray/hope it just continues to get smaller and just goes away.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
This is the last day of my vacation. Tomorrow I return to work and real life. I was off for a week and a half and have decided that I'll enjoy retirement when it's my turn, though that is still many years away.
I had a good vacation. An added bonus was the .2 (point 2) pound weight loss. Might not seem like a lot, but no exercise and odd eating habits (well different from norm) and I'm happy. I started back to the exercise routine yesterday, so I'm slowing but surely getting back to my routine. Hopefully, the food will follow as well.
While off, I got to play with my new laptop (a Mac, which is different for this Windows girl) and decide whether or not to be a Deva girl. Deva is a haircut for curly girls. I'm okay with the haircut; had to go a little shorter than I like to even things up and get the sides under control, but it's finally growing out a bit. They recommended (highly) the Deva products. I gave them about three weeks and realized I hate them. They left my hair feeling dirty and like it was glued to my head. What I dub "helmet hair" which is the one thing I tell them I don't want when I get my hair cut. Tonight was the second wash with non-Deva shampoo. Ahh... clean hair. I've learned that many of the principles (i.e. not drying with a towel) and other products can give me similar results (no frizzies) but without the glued to my head feel of the Deva product. Maybe it's just me. If you're a curly girl and use or have used the Deva products, I'd love to know what you thought.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I got home a couple of hours ago and there really is no place like home. I left last Wednesday to join my Mom in So. IL to go through things in my Dad's childhood home and get those that we wanted shipped back to Louisiana. Mission accomplished. My Dad has been gone three years now. He wanted to do this before he died, but wasn't able to make the trip. The first time we went, I think it was just too soon after his death. We actually left a day early. We had never been there without him.
This time it was better. I didn't track my food, but I think I did okay. We were able to occasionally check e-mail using the wi-fi at a McDonald's of all places. We'd get breakfast there and then pick up anything we might need at the Wal-mart (one of the nicest I've ever been in), then head back and work. We were able to fit in some relaxing moments.
The worst part is the cobwebs and creepy crawlies. It had been three years since we'd been there. I hadn't realized it had been that long and it really can't be that long in between if we're going to keep the house. It isn't luxurious, but it's a very peaceful town. I had ideas for fixing up the kitchen and the bathroom and my Mom was day dreaming about adding porch railings to the front porch and how nice it would be to turn part of the back porch into a sun room. We'll most likely never do any of it, but the "visioning" was fun.
The other hard thing for me wasn't food. It was my Mom's schedule. She gets up at 5:00 am and goes to bed at 9:00 pm. At 8:00 pm, she'd start a count down. I'm more of night owl. It almost felt like I was supposed to be keeping her schedule, though she never said it and didn't try to get me up early. I was usually up by around 7:00 am and on the day the movers arrived I was up a little before 6:00 am and was up at 4:00 am this morning to get ready to leave at 6:00 am. It didn't help that I flopped like a fish out of water every night. Usually, it's just the first night in a different bed, but I just didn't sleep well. Maybe I'm too used to having 13 lbs of cat of me.
The only travel glitch -- I flew stand-by for earlier flights (to get home earlier). I specifically asked the agent if my luggage would make the same flights as me and was assured they would check. Mind you, the second leg of my travels had 68 available seats. It would be hard to imagine me not making that flight. My suitcase came on the later flight... the flight the agent scheduled it, which means I'm paying a fee to have it delivered. A friend told me this is standard (he travels a lot). I'm not sure if would have changed my decision to fly earlier, but I wish I'd known or that the agent would have told me. However, my time is worth something and I got to get home before 10:00 pm. So, all in all, a good trip.
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