Kittens, Salads, and Bull-Wagons.
Well... haven't updated for a while, but there's not a whole lot going on around here anyway. We named the new kitten Magpie/Maggie. Sort of a dual name. Not sure which is the official name and which is the nickname, but whatever. Turns out Maggie is a lot easier to yell and sound angry when she's doing something naughty.
I switched positions at the Hy-Vee. I'm in Salad Bar now. I got sick of cashiering. And really, I just thought that maybe a change would help my shoulder not hurt so bad. It still hurts (like a mo'fo' on occasion) but overall seems to be a little better. Plus the day goes faster, I don't have to deal with obnoxious customers, and I get to snack on fruits and veggies throughout the day. Oh and also I got a raise! A whole quarter, after a year of being back. Eh. Better than nothing.
Finally, I would like to again publicly announce that I am back on the diet wagon. I lost almost 15 pounds last go-round, and despite having gained most of it back, I now feel that I am ready to clamber back on to that electronic bull of a wagon once more. I've been drinking my requisite 64 ounces of water a day for about a week now, and this morning went for a nice 20 minute walk. I'm trying to find some balance between expecting to fail and expecting to succeed. Obviously expecting to fail is bad, but for me, expecting to succeed can be equally detrimental. Because if I slip up once, which I inevitably will, I have a tendency to throw up my hands in the air and declare the entire enterprise doomed. So I'm trying not to expect anything. To just work on one little thing at a time (drinking more water, going on walks, eating better) instead of undertaking an entire life reconstruction.
Anyway, I guess I just needed to get that out. Thanks for listening.
I switched positions at the Hy-Vee. I'm in Salad Bar now. I got sick of cashiering. And really, I just thought that maybe a change would help my shoulder not hurt so bad. It still hurts (like a mo'fo' on occasion) but overall seems to be a little better. Plus the day goes faster, I don't have to deal with obnoxious customers, and I get to snack on fruits and veggies throughout the day. Oh and also I got a raise! A whole quarter, after a year of being back. Eh. Better than nothing.
Finally, I would like to again publicly announce that I am back on the diet wagon. I lost almost 15 pounds last go-round, and despite having gained most of it back, I now feel that I am ready to clamber back on to that electronic bull of a wagon once more. I've been drinking my requisite 64 ounces of water a day for about a week now, and this morning went for a nice 20 minute walk. I'm trying to find some balance between expecting to fail and expecting to succeed. Obviously expecting to fail is bad, but for me, expecting to succeed can be equally detrimental. Because if I slip up once, which I inevitably will, I have a tendency to throw up my hands in the air and declare the entire enterprise doomed. So I'm trying not to expect anything. To just work on one little thing at a time (drinking more water, going on walks, eating better) instead of undertaking an entire life reconstruction.
Anyway, I guess I just needed to get that out. Thanks for listening.