It's been an interesting week and a half to say the least. We've had some changes at work that have NOT been perceived as good. We all still have our jobs, but there is going to be some movement out the door. Too many bosses demoted, too new of people promoted (because they are the big boss's buddy) and too much confusion and not enough organization around the reorganization. Nothing is getting done and lots of gossip in the halls. Unfortunately my back stepping on his way to the top boss got promoted to be seenior director over one of the directors that has now been demoted and been here about four years longer than him so he is rocking that ego. But the underlying gossip is... um... diversity. You had a black man and a woman at the top echelon and now it's... all white males, two of them known buddies of the CIO and one of them a suck up. Hmmmmmm... things that make you go hmmmmmm.
So what does that have to do with rocking the dress. Oh, absolutely NOTHING. I've been a little moody and not even hormonal moody, just going from rage to emotional tirades. True class bipolar but I don't have bipolar, just the stress manifesting it. Oh well, I'll get over it.
But, you know what I did determine, I can control ONE thing in my life. Did I say that before. Actually it's two things. My eating and my exercising. I can't control my job status other than what I do now which is perform. I can't control my husband getting a new job. I can only control which bills get paid to an extent. I can control if we have to sell the house versus foreclosure, but that's still aways away because we've actually managed to survive that pitfall so far. I can't control my children. But I can control my health. I can continue to eat well and exercise regularly. Of which, I have been doing. At this point in my stress cycle, I would have already said (excuse my french) phu ck it and gone back to my emotional eating. and since I've been on a plateau, it probably would have been a double F..IT. But I'm still out there trying. So what has this accomplished... I'm rocking a size 8 from a questionable 14. Yeah it could lie a little flatter over the tummy, but that will be next week. and it's actually the thighs and bubble pulling it up. Abs are doing pretty good. Someday I will do a pic of them.
So the attractive black band fashion accessory.. you see that huh? Yeah. I've had tendonitis in my right elbow for almost three months (which makes it VERY uncomfortable to do upper body work). I do the requisite two weeks off, attempt to go back to strength training and it flares again. Well hell.... Yeah my legs could use some work, but that requires some maneuvering of weights too so that's not healing it. Oh and don't think I am not doing strength training of the legs. Did you see the BUTT in that picture. That bubble has GOT to go down. Well actually it's the thighs that need the work. The bubble just needs firming. I like the bubble. Got no girls, but I got bubble. I digress... yes I know again. I finally went to the doc and said hey, need a shot. So, I got a cortisone shot. It felt GREAT while I was in the doctor's office... then I went back to work and yeah that flare up stuff happened. Wussed out, went home, blew off the workout, and decided me and Vicodin were good friends. But overnight, me and the arm are friends again. I can sit here without crying any more. Actually I don't cry in pain... weird that way, and a high tolerance. Oh yeah and the doc said I pretty much have to wear this stupid band ll the time now, and especially when I go back to the weight room. Now WHY aren't neoprene and bands in Flesh color. Tell me this. Black is just so THERE and it's a big "woooo look at me"... and of course I get the "what did you do now".... I didn't do anything.. I'm freaking OLD and my body hates me sometimes. Oh, digressed again... sorry.. not really.
and she wants me to do.. hahahaha, physical therapy. Yeah I love the whole physical therapy thought and wanted to be one myself, but doc ya see... I can't pay my bills, I can't add a $70-$105 a week co pay to my non existent budget. So... we are going to have to hope for the best that I'll make it without therapy and just manage my stretches.
Well, peace out all. I know this wasn't that motivational to some and it was pure venting and bragging from me. But I thank each and every one of you who actually read it and comment or not. My mood is improved today, but who knows what tomorrrow brings. I will try to keep from reverting to Debbie Downer. She's kind of a drag. I really appreciate this site because my "friends" at home just kind of blow me off at this point with my exercise habits and my rage feelings especially toward my husband. Sherri, you picked him with all his baggage. I FREAKING know that, just let me yell for a minute. And you guys let me do that.. THANK you. All better now... smile is back.
Have a great sparky day.