Monday, May 06, 2013
I gave notice at work today. My boss and the owner were less than gracious. One insinuated that I don't know my own boundaries. The other believes I took advantage of and abused his good will. I think they were both just angry I'm leaving.
I have nine more days in the office. It's going to be a long nine days.
I also have a cold. My husband gave it to me. Thoughtful, right? I've been running a fever off and on for two days.
I went clothes shopping on Sunday so I wouldn't look shabby going into the new job. I bought jeans two sizes smaller than my last pair! Huzzah! I couldn't believe it. My butt looks good in them too. I know this because my husband took a picture.
I couldn't eat this morning at all. My stomach was just rolling around. I was even more upset by some of the passive aggressive comments, so I didn't eat much lunch. Then I got home tonight and had a good cathartic cry. I feel better now, but between the cold and the emotional roller coaster, I'm not even remotely hungry. I'm certain I'll pay for the lack of calories by feeling terrible tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be a better day. The worst of the nerves are behind me.
When we got home tonight, I walked around our block with my husband. I'm going to have to walk a mile each way to work from the train station and back. I'm worried about that walk. I'm out of condition for it. So, we're building up to it. I'll walk for the next couple of weeks, rather than ride my bike. (Or, maybe in addition to riding my bike, depending on how the stress goes.) For some reason, I can pedal like forty minutes straight, going 14 mph on the bike, but can't walk around the block. Stupid muscle groups and body weight.
The lap around our block is a little over half of a mile. I was panting about a quarter of the way through it. I had to pause for breath at the half way point. We weren't walking fast. I'm sure the cold and all the congestion isn't helping. But, yeesh. I'm out of walking shape.
I'm trying to comfort myself by believing the walk will seem like nothing once I've been doing it for a month. True. But that first month is going to be sweaty.
I can and will do it.
I'll focus on all the cardio that is going to be automagically built into my day. My butt will look that much nicer in the jeans.
(I considered titling this blog entry "nice butt" but worried people would get the wrong idea.)