(Well, eventually I mean.)
I have officially been offered the 2nd shift position and accepted.
Now I just have to tell my supervisor(s) and wait the required amount of time (up to 60 days) before I can be off this atrocious shift.
Sadly, I am the one who has to tell the supervisor and not the department that is hiring me. Blergh. I hate that. There will be looks. And possibly if not probably recriminations and sadness.
(Sadly.)
Not a new job, though I may start applying elsewhere but this is a different department at the same employer. Better hours – Second shift 1230 to 2300 Tuesday through Friday. Still would limit how often I see my husband but would at least allow me to SLEEP AT NIGHT. And, I would see him more.
I will not be too optimistic or sure of myself but I know this department is lacking in help. So, cross your fingers. I’m so bloody friggin’ tired of working third shift!
Yup.
Two in one morning.
This one – well. I’m feeling odd. I just dropped Mr Dog off at the groomers. Not only has he never been professionally groomed, he’s never had a real bath or been handled by anyone other than J and I. So, this is good for him. But I’m having mommy anxiety. Not to mention, this is the first time I’ve been without him and been at home since late November!
Poor Mr Dog! He so thought we were going to the dog park.
How goes dieting?
Ugh.
How does it ever go, honestly?
No one likes making life-style changes and life-style choices that are healthy really aren’t a lot of fun.
I’m not dieting to be thin. I’m dieting to be healthy. Being over 170 pounds and only being about five foot tall…it’s just too much. So, I will continue to eat correctly (5 to 6 meals a day, high in lean protein [legumes and white meats], low in sugar [no more soda or highly processed foods] and LOTS of fruits and veggies). Do I like it? Nope. Will I live with it? Yes. I have to. I plan to live to be 115, so I’d better get going on that right now.
And to that end, I work out now. At least five days a week. This week, I made it six times. Three cardio only days, one day of lifting + cardio and two days of whatever insanely painful cardio/strength training/core strengthening pile of evil my personal trainer invents for me to do. I’m planning to eventually add a good long yoga workout so that I can get some stretching in. How long am I at the gym? About an hour to an hour and a half every time I go – so, 6 to 10 hours a week.
I’m also doing okay on the eating, though it could be better. Some meals are just meal replacement bars (high protein – 20g or more and minimal carbs – 10g or less and about 200 calories) and some are Slim Fast shakes (yeah, not the best for the processed sugars, but when I get home from work, I’m so tired that I can barely walk let alone cook and at least the shake is vaguely healthy and has some protein in it). I cooked for about two hours yesterday and made up about 24 – 1 cup servings of food. 9 are a chicken/bean/veggie soup and 15 are turkey chili. I eat a lot of soupy foods. And turkey and chicken and protein shakes. I am currently consuming about 1800 calories a day over the course of all the meals.
What do I miss? Coke of course (next weekend will be the two month with no coke mark) and pizza. I miss pizza ALWAYS. Stupid delicious bundle of cheese and carbs and grease.
Somedays, I wake up and I’m very sad to realize that I am not really dieting in the way most Americans use the word. I am making a permanent lifestyle change to my real forever diet. I am NEVER going to be able to eat like I would really like to. Minimal fast food, no sugary delicious sodas, no eating a whole pizza in one sitting…and at the same time, I’m happy that I’m doing this before something actually goes wrong. I’m drinking lots of water to help keep my kidneys healthy, I’m trying to get all my servings of veggies everyday.
Blergh, I’ll probably still get cancer, because if you live long enough – everyone does, I think. But I’m trying. I will be healthy even if it kills me (or more likely, makes me kinda whiney and angsty and have a few days where I fall off the bandwagon and have to climb painfully back on).
So far? We’ve been going to the gym since December 2nd and I’ve been actually trying to eat correctly since December 20th.
Results?
According to my scale, about 10 pounds down. And my fat pants are too big.
Of course, my thin pants are still too tight, so I just have to wear a belt.
I get measured this week by my trainer, I’ll report back then.
From here:
In the next 10 minutes….I’ll stop dicking around on the computer and go back to pull my samples out of the 60C waterbath
In the next 10 hours…….I’ll go to the gym for a session with my personal trainer, go to the dog park and hopefully sleep
In the next 10 days………I will go out to dinner with my husband and a gentleman friend from work and his new significant other and maybe make home made pizza
In the next 10 weeks…….Continue the downhill of weightloss as well as maybe get a new shift at work that doesn’t suck my will to live.
In the next 10 months…….Finish the weightloss goals I have set for myself, have several people out to visit (Hooker, Co and Kimberly are definites, anyone else?), paint one room in my house
In the next 10 years………….So many things…travel (I’d like to see Europe as well as the Caribbean Islands), take some more classes in whatever I feel like taking (Art or something otherwise that is considered “pointless” by those who don’t like learning for the sake of learning) and maybe do something crazy – like sky-dive.
Scary thought: Wednesday is my five year anniversary with Xanga blogging.
I’m old, no?
Looking at adult education classes – go for community education which is cheaper and doesn’t yield grades or credits or shoot for more degree type classes which are graded and yield credits but cost more? Who knows. I am intrigued by the Beginning Watercolor class and by the Beginning Belly Dancing class…No forward progress on other long-term goals.
Gym attendance is okay. Mr Dog has continued to go to the dog park daily. I’m still off the sugary soda but have given in every now and then to the siren call of a Diet Dr Pepper in the wee early 4am hours of my work shifts. Chores ugh. I hate chores but they do get done.
I got nothing really. Except a bit of a cold. And a brain that feels stuffed full of cotton or something….
