Saturday, June 15, 2013
I think it's okay. I've been doing Body Pump twice a week, which is an hour long weight lifting class. It's fast paced for both strength and endurance, and Ivylad has noticed more definition in my arms and in my butt. I've noticed when I pull in my stomach, it REALLY pulls in. So if the scale is edging up, it may be muscle mass. Ivylad is going to measure me this weekend so I can start keeping track. I'm also doing Zumba twice a week, and I think I've settled into a nice groove with my exercise.
Still no luck on the job front. I'm getting very discouraged because I had three interviews with a company I really admire for a position I could do well and grow in. They said they would make a decision last week, so when I hadn't heard anything by this week I called and left a message. I did not get a call back. I will try again next week to get hold of someone, but I'm so disappointed that I will have to start all over again. I even had an "in" with this company, a former MBA classmate who spoke to HR on my behalf. I cannot tell you how much I hate where I am now. It's good money, I suppose, but I am bored, unchallenged, and there is no room for growth. I feel like I'm in prison and there's no light at the end of the tunnel. I'm starting to think getting my MBA was a huge waste of time and money. I graduated more than a year ago and nothing.
For Father's Day I'm making hubby breakfast and dinner, probably not the slimmest meal, but it's his day, so he gets to pick. I also got elected VP of Public Relations for our Toastmasters Club. I gave my 10th speech (earning my Competent Communicator award) on May 6, which was the five year anniversary of my breast cancer diagnosis.
I really wish I knew what I was doing wrong in my job search.