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So most of the people close to me know that almost a year ago I had lapband surgery because I was Fatty McFatterson. It's been a pretty weird ride, but I'm SO glad I had it done. It's a very slow and steady process, so when I get to see changes I get very happy. For example, the other day I went to buy a new pair of jeans because mine were faded. I decided to try on a pair that were one size smaller that the ones I was wearing that day. I thought I was being a bit ambitious, but I tried them anyway, and they fit! They looked awful though and I was quite upset. I bought them anyway because I was excited that they fit me and I looked at them again and again in the mirror at home trying to figure out why they didn't look right. "It's almost like they're too big!?" I said to myself. I felt pretty dumb going back in and trying on the next size down because I thought there was no way they would fit, but they did, and they looked waaaay better. I still have a very long way to go because I am far from being a 'normal' or healthy size, but it's encouraging to see it coming off.
Chris and Sara broke up a week ago, and it's been pretty weird since I'm friends with both of them. I've known Chris heaps longer and I know him better than I do Sara, but through him I've become close to her too. I know they will both be alright but it's tough seeing them sad.
I'm looking forward to College Fall on Sunday. I haven't seen them since the start of the year. Chris said he'll come with me so it should be fun!
Work is going pretty good. I'm very happy with two of the families, and not very happy with the other. I feel like I should be getting paid more, and it's coming up to a year since I started with them which would probably be a good time to say something. The thing is, since I've been working there the boy has been diagnosed with a form of Autism and has to go to a bunch of different therapy sessions. I would feel bad asking for a raise now because they are always saying how expensive therapy is. But my day there is SO much tougher than my other work days, and I do heaps and heaps of extra stuff for them. On a typical Wednesday I will change all the bedding, wash it, fold it, cook dinner, unload the dishwasher, vacuum and mop the 'main areas' (pretty much the whole house), and do Harry's exercises with him. That's on top of the normal stuff that I'm meant to do, and the fact that Harry is quite difficult to look after and doesn't seem to like me much despite my best efforts to win him over. I'm not sure what to do about it :(
Mum had to put down the family dog on Sunday. I know everybody says this about their dog, but she really was awesome. She was the most kind, smart, gentle, and intuitive dog I have ever met and I am going to miss her heaps. When Mum told me about it I wasn't crazy sad because she was old and not very healthy. But when I went up to stay over at Mum's I couldn't believe how different the house was without Molly there. I kept putting my hand over the edge of the couch to stroke her but she wasn't there. I have nothing but good memories her and I'm so thankful that she was part of my life for 14 years.
Rest In Peace Molly
