Happy Thursday! I hope this day finds you feeling well. It has warmed up here and is now a balmy 36 degrees outside. I walked outside on Tuesday in “feels like” weather of 10 degrees. My knees and foot ache in the cold weather-and after, so yesterday when it was 6 out, I got my 10,000 steps done indoors. It is the second time I have done this, and it’s a lot of laps in our little house. So, today I look forward to some natural Vitamin D and helping my dog to calm down. She stalks me when we don’t go for a walk.
I did buy a recumbent bike this weekend. It is currently sitting outside. I bought it used from a lady but did not realize that smoke smell would stick to a bike. I wiped down every inch of it when we got home and have also heavily doused it with Lysol a couple of times. It still stinks. I am hoping leaving it outside all day will help get the smell off this thing. Lesson learned: always ask if something comes from a smoke free home.
Men, you may want to skip this paragraph. As I have talked a lot on this blog, my cycles can be quite rough. I was hopeful after last months was lighter both mentally and physically. I keep praying that menopause will come in and save me one month. This one was rough. I can’t bitch too much, because they are better than they used to be. I no longer get these giant wooshes that go through everything and end up on the chairs while I am in meetings or those types of things. Still, the dramatic part of me kicks in every month. I was sitting on the pot the other day, feeling like I’m bleeding out, thinking, this is the worst – when suddenly the toilet seat broke….Well played universe. Well played. Yes, it can always be worse.
I start my new job on Monday. I have tried not to think about it too much, because I have a lot of anxiety. I hope I chose the right one, but there are doubts that have crept in since making my decision. There are concerns about the position but also, I am really nervous about COVID. In this position, I will be packed in a small office with people who do not wear masks. If someone gets it, we will all get it.
I became good friends at my last job with a guy we call B3. We made a great team at work and a friendship grew from there. He has always been concerned about COVID, stating that his house is small and worried about giving it to his family. His son also has down syndrome, and he worries what would happen if he got it. B3 and I have both only been in restaurants twice since March: once when I was leaving job and couple weeks ago, on his last day. We went to the same restaurant/bar near our old work. It is open and spacious, with tall ceilings and plenty of room between tables. We wore masks when we were not eating. We just both take this so seriously. He started his new job last week. He wore a mask every day. He was concerned because it is a small office, so he started wearing a mask in his home, and in the car with his family – even when driving daughter back to college. He has worn the mask around his parents, who he has also been worried about. Yes, this guy who has been so careful – got COVID his first week at his new job – from his coworker. I hate this fucking virus. B3 and I talk every day and I worry so much for he and his family. Now, my anxiety is ramped up even more, knowing what happened to him. This virus is cruel, and I hope we can eradicate this thing soon….
Anyway, enough about that – just letting you know how my anxiety has been getting to me. Outside of that, things are going well. My diet is on track, although I have already used a lot of my reserve WW points for the week (I drank 2/3 bottle of wine last night). I took a break from the 10,000+ steps on Sunday as my body needed it but have otherwise been hitting my goals. I feel good about where I am at but do have to constantly remind myself – this is a journey – it will not happen overnight. I am in a weight loss competition. I knew I would not win but love camaraderie of people working towards the same goals. I am getting smoked. I just have to keep the eye on the biggest prize, my health. I have a long way to go, but the only way to get there is one step at a time.
OMG…My friend just sent me a picture of her new 3-legged, six-month-old puppy. Holy cuteness! Day made. And wow – B3 just sent me one of his kitty giving him love. Seriously, if you want to make my day – send me pics of your pets.
I hope you all have a wonderful day. Please stay safe and healthy.
Jenn
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