Oct 27, 2011 00:09
... or how giving away stuff still may bring your mood down.
I had accumulated a backpackful of items (couple of Soviet time clothes, and glass bottles and a landline phone switchboard - courtesy of my dad) which I took today to the TV station for props and costumes. They were happy to receive them, but one of my previous co-workers, a lady who is thin as a rail and tall as a tower, and has been like that forever, had to keep pointing out how much weight I had gained. I know how she is and that she meant well, but damn... it really made me self-conscious and ashamed for a while. I know how much I have gained, I know I am a stress-eater and, yes, the previous antidepressant may have helped to stack the pounds but... I did switch the med, I AM trying to clean out my house to have enough room to do yoga properly, and I did not need those comments. Arghh. Uhh, needed to vent it. Plus OurLady called me FOUR times today as she kept either forgetting something or wanted to be sure if I did something for her - you know, me being the Postal Pigeon and all... (yes, pun totally intended!)
weight,
rant,
clean house