Well, I kept some food down today. WooHoo. I didn't go to the printer job again today. Sitting under the air conditioning really screwed me yesterday. My body hurt so bad this morning from the shivering. Ick. Man, Friday's paycheck is going to be pathetic. I slept all day, though, so that really helped. Not being able to keep any fluids in my system has me trying to develop a bladder infection. I've been drinking as much fluids as I could today to try and flush the old system out. I hope I'm successful. The last thing I want is to waste more money trying to fight a round of bladder/yeast infections.
I have yet another reason to have no respect for my boss at the pizza place. One of the employees that he has a thing for left some personal correspondence in the restroom after her shift yesterday. I only know it is hers because I accidentally knocked them down when I grabbed my work clothes and I recognized her handwriting. When he got to work, I saw him carrying her stuff out of the bathroom into the office, where he proceeded to read all of her stuff. Loser. He is so freaking insecure and nosy. I swear he must be a girl the way he acts. I was contemplating telling her that he took her stuff, but I don't want to get involved. That is definitely the most dysfuctional place I have ever worked (although the screenprinter is becoming a top runner). Is there such a thing as a healthy, functioning workplace? I'm beginning to wonder.
I lost 8 pounds in the two days I didn't eat. I'm sure most of that is fluids and will be replaced shortly, but it was good to see the scale lower than it has been. After seeing a picture of myself today that was taken at Laura's wedding a couple of weeks ago, I really realized that I need to do something about my weight. I've been so good at convincing myself that even though the scale says I weigh close to 300 pounds, I'm not really that fat. Even though I can't find clothes that fit at Sears or Penney's, I'm not really that fat. Well, yes, I really am that fat. I didn't recognize myself in that picture. I have the opposite problem that most people do: my self-image is way better than reality. I still have a picture of myself as I was in college. I was still fat, but I was under 200 pounds. I'm glad that Marcus got me a bike for my birthday rather than something computer related. It's going to get some good use. I didn't like what I saw today. That wasn't me.
Well, I'd better try to get some more sleep. I need to get back on my regular schedule, try to get some hours at the printer tomorrow and continue the job search.
I have yet another reason to have no respect for my boss at the pizza place. One of the employees that he has a thing for left some personal correspondence in the restroom after her shift yesterday. I only know it is hers because I accidentally knocked them down when I grabbed my work clothes and I recognized her handwriting. When he got to work, I saw him carrying her stuff out of the bathroom into the office, where he proceeded to read all of her stuff. Loser. He is so freaking insecure and nosy. I swear he must be a girl the way he acts. I was contemplating telling her that he took her stuff, but I don't want to get involved. That is definitely the most dysfuctional place I have ever worked (although the screenprinter is becoming a top runner). Is there such a thing as a healthy, functioning workplace? I'm beginning to wonder.
I lost 8 pounds in the two days I didn't eat. I'm sure most of that is fluids and will be replaced shortly, but it was good to see the scale lower than it has been. After seeing a picture of myself today that was taken at Laura's wedding a couple of weeks ago, I really realized that I need to do something about my weight. I've been so good at convincing myself that even though the scale says I weigh close to 300 pounds, I'm not really that fat. Even though I can't find clothes that fit at Sears or Penney's, I'm not really that fat. Well, yes, I really am that fat. I didn't recognize myself in that picture. I have the opposite problem that most people do: my self-image is way better than reality. I still have a picture of myself as I was in college. I was still fat, but I was under 200 pounds. I'm glad that Marcus got me a bike for my birthday rather than something computer related. It's going to get some good use. I didn't like what I saw today. That wasn't me.
Well, I'd better try to get some more sleep. I need to get back on my regular schedule, try to get some hours at the printer tomorrow and continue the job search.
Name: LaDonna
