Thursday, March 14, 2013
It's been awhile since I blogged and there as always is much to talk about. With no teaching job in sight, I went back to my old customer service job where I love the people but hate the job. Imagine if you will being chained to a desk for 10 hours a day without breaks while being surrounded by doughnuts, candy, and other sweet treats. Not to mention the negative energy that creates mountains of stress upon walking in the door.
Needless to say I had been struggling with continuing to lose weight... but I'm turning a corner! I bring my lunch daily and though I struggle I have been seeing a progressive downward trend on my numbers. Instead of fluctuating between 260 and 265, I have lost weight at every weigh in at WW for the past 3 weeks and I'm proud to say that I'm down to 257... SLOWLY making my way to 10%. I never thought it would take almost 2 years to drop 27lbs but like my leader says it takes how long it takes and time passes whether we're doing the program or not.
I'm still looking for my teaching gig but for now I'm happy to have a job that will pay the bills. I've interviewed for a training position within the company and that looks promising.. though it's still not where I should be.
We're coming up on 1 year without dad. I miss him and probably will for the rest of my life. I worry about mom living alone with her health issues and just being sad and lonely by herself but I'm close and go visit almost every day. We had to also put Scruffy down around Christmas time. I know that with losing Dad last year and then losing Scruffy the same year that it was very hard on Mom. In the end of course she realized is was the right thing to do for Scruffy and we like to think of him hangin out with Dad, taking long afternoon naps, eating everything that passes his way, and chasing the occasional squirrel.
I'm doing Master the Met next weekend in honor of Dad again. Last year, Dad was still fighting lung cancer and so my mood was different. I was doing it to help give him strength to go on-- even though I knew that he had already given up his fight I didn't want to accept that. This year he's gone and while he's been in my heart at the last practice climb I sat on the steps at floor 36 and cried a little before climbing the last 4 flights. How I wish he could have been there in person rather than in spirit.
I'm also in the midst of planning a family gathering around his birthday. Dad was always about keeping in touch and holding the family together. While I don't really have the same passion about it as he did, I think what better way to honor his memory than to get together with the family and love each other. I hope it's successful and we can make this a tradition.
that's all I have folks.. stay strong.. stay positive.