I have been doing alot of thinking this week.
It started with rethinking my choice to work as a CNA as an Assisted Living Residence and entertained the idea to go back to school for Physical Therapist Assistant. I found I was really unhappy. After some reflection, I realized I am not happy at all with the job. In fact, I like it. I am unhappy with the co-worker I will be mainly working with. Basically, every time we would work with a resident or about to enter their room, she'd be like, "Argh, this resident." Basically, she was a negative nancy. I worked with someone different today and it was actually really nice. If you have any advice on how to deal with my co-worker, I am open to ideas!
I am now up to losing 5#. I cannot lie. I love that since I have an active job, the weight just falls off me. Good riddance. If it stays at this rate, I would be at my maintenance weight like by Christmas. That would be amazing. But, also, I am realistic. Eventually, I know I will plateau. That does tend to happen when one's body adapts and gets more efficient. Just how things go. In the mean time, I am trying to be more consistent with running. It is so touch and go. Also, I've been doing more TRX. I wish my area has more classes with kettlebells. I'd like to join a running club but I think I'd be too slow...
The other thing I have been pensive about is my boyfriend. Man, that sounds like cloud of doom. It's not like that. I have been thinking about how he's into fitness or running. Honestly, he'd care less about it and he's pretty honest about that. He doesn't care what I do - whether I run or lose weight. This does not mean he doesn't support me. I don't think that is the case at all. He encourages me run races. He says he would be at one but kinda doubtful. They're early and he's just not a early riser, lol. He really encourages me to write a book about weight loss journey and tells me how proud he is of my running or losing weight. He knows I work hard to stay fit. He even will eat potato chips in the other room because I told him I didn't want to see it. One night, he came up with the idea of me working out while he grocery shopped. It worked beautifully actually.
The point of all that rambling is I thought about how in the past I don't feel I was actually independent from my boyfriend. But, this is something I AM separate from him. I know it's okay. I also know it's hard for me to do stuff on my own. Especially new stuff. But, it would also help me grow by being more independent. This scares me. Maybe I am equating independence to being alone. I don't think that is the case. In fact, I think it'd make him and me stronger... anyhow.. that is some food for thought for me.
Also, I did decide to delve into essential oils. And, I just got it today! Pretty excited!