It’s been two weeks at the new job
Although a big girl gets sweaty when she walks around at lunch, one cools down and life goes on. I spritz a lil orange oil on to refresh, take a paper towel to the perspiration and we keep it movin. But this is something that I NEVER did at the old job – just no time and always so goddamn busy! I look forward to walking out that door to saunter down the streets…
I’ve been eating better – nothing like everyday but definitely trying to do it. I’ve put the sugar drinks on wean (1 sugar drink per week) and I’m not feeling like I need to have an artificial sweet thing every day. I eat a piece of fruit every day and it’s been ok.
I’ve started walking a few times after work with my buddy and am seriously thinking of doing it on my own when she’s not around (she’s on vacation from work right now so it’s easy for her to come down). It was nice to walk down by the Embarcadero the other day – seeing the water and all the tourists. It makes you feel like you’re really living in the city – especially that walk through the concrete jungle.
I’ve bought some new clothes for the new job and even though everything is rather flowly size 16W – I feel better about myself.
I’m not putting any pressure on myself to be svelte by my birthday on October 30th. I’m trying to make some small changes and see how far that gets me. Nothing too intense, but it’s all challenging at times.
I’ve been sitting in on a Sobriety Group run by another social worker and I’m making connections between drug addiction and my food addiction. It’s interesting really how many parallels there are in reaching for things to help you cope, to reward yourself – for comfort. It’s a lifestyle, this lousy eating and walking around with the excess weight which in turns makes one feel like utter shit in a world where thin is revered. As I pass myself and see my reflection in a store window – I look away immediately. I don’t want to dwell on what’s there when at times I can actually convince myself I look alright.
I’ve been looking at apartments to move into (2 bedrooms) and have even contacted a few but alas one was a complete scam and the other never wrote me back. It’s like there are many options available now for me.
I notice that I am smiling at work a lot more often, giggling like I’m giddy and feeling like I’ve been in some way rewarded by this new job, acquiring my license and being freed from that incredible stress.
I’m feeling incredibly grateful as well.
I’ve also got a slight crush on a few guys at work which make life a little bit more interesting
Life is good.Posted by anngirl on July 31st, 2010 under General
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