Hi Rosebud and everyone,
I'm so sorry to hear of the possible suicides. Losing a job is awful, especially in this economy. If there's anything that I can do from here to help the families, please let me know.
Today was a funny and amazing day. First, I went to work and found that the facility was without electrical power except for the emergency generators which provide minimal lighting and such essentials as oxygen delivery.
The funny thing is that I met the activities director (my nominal supervisor on-site) in the hall and I jokingly said, "Let there be light!"
And the lights came on!!!!!! One of the perks of my profession, I guess.
The power had been out since before dawn, and while the nursing care patients were getting partial meals, the optional meal delivery for Independent Living residents was cancelled. They're supposed to keep a stock of food in their apartments, but who thinks about it? So there went my stash of pre-WW junk food, and good riddance! This plus a few extras from the grocery store helped people to survive till dinner time.
All in all, it was a happy day filled with friendship and love. So of course I went to my Weight Watchers meeting expecting a bad report from the scale. The whole day couldn't possibly *ALL* turn out well, right? And last week, which was my first week on WW, my weight loss was totally attributable (down to the last ounce!) by the difference between my casual clothes and shoes, and my work clothing. I dress lightly at work because nursing homes are always overheated, and my work attire is summer-weight cotton blend clericals year-round.
Anyways, I got on the scale and -- I'd lost 6 pounds! Wow! My best guess is that because eating better has enabled me to lessen my medications, this enabled some of the side-effect weight to go away all at once.
I got some frowns from the meeting leaders when I mentioned God as the reason why I'd lost the weight. Duh, I was sitting there in my funny collar...to Whom did they think that I'd credit this miracle??? I was nonetheless glad that I said it. I'm in WW because I'm on a mission from God to retain my mobility and to improve my health so that I can continue to serve Him into my old age. I'm not ashamed to say it, and people need to hear it too.
Sometimes I realize that I really do live in a different universe than non-believers or even casual churchgoers.
Anyways, I am still shaking my head and wondering what I did right. It was a great boost just when I needed it, after a challenging week when staying on the program was almost impossible because all kinds of wacky stuff kept happening. So I can only thank God for knowing what I needed, and when I most needed it.