So, actually...WOW.
I just got off work. It was my last day at the mill as summer hire. EVER. NO MORE GRAVEYARD ON THE ROLL DECK. I threw my stinky four-year-old steel toed shoes away, too. I kinda wanted to keep them, but...no. They needed to go.
I am starting the Great Signe Revolution. Well, it's kind of already started. I got my financial ducks lined up this summer (checkbook's still balanced, thankyouverymuch) and have a new-and-improved filing system. My car is still clean. Go look. I applied for my current dream job at the Seattle City Fire Department as an entry-level firefighter, which will provide the incentive for the next step in the Revolution: OVERALL FITNESS AND WEIGHT LOSS. I've been dreaming about myself at 160 (40 pounds and five years ago), but I don't think I can go THAT far. I'll just settle for being able to run for an hour without stopping or going asthmatic.
I've also made appointments for the dermatologist (my skin has decided to go through puberty, finally...ICK ICK ICK), the opthamologist (my prescription is 5 years out of date), the gynecologist, but NOT the psychiatrist. I'm good in that direction. I think.
I basically want to get myself as healthy as possible. The women in my family are kind of deteriorating, and I'm thisclose to an anxiety attack. Don't want to go back to the psychiatrist. We just put my grandma in a nursing home--she broke her hip and has progressive dementia, which is very scary. My mother might have lupus. Also very scary. My other grandma is getting manic as she's getting older, and while not truly scary, is uncomfortable because she puts my parents on edge.
I don't want to get old before my time. I don't want to get old, PERIOD. I don't want to see my family get old. Or die. I don't want to talk about it anymore, either.
On with the revolution.
I am starting the Great Signe Revolution. Well, it's kind of already started. I got my financial ducks lined up this summer (checkbook's still balanced, thankyouverymuch) and have a new-and-improved filing system. My car is still clean. Go look. I applied for my current dream job at the Seattle City Fire Department as an entry-level firefighter, which will provide the incentive for the next step in the Revolution: OVERALL FITNESS AND WEIGHT LOSS. I've been dreaming about myself at 160 (40 pounds and five years ago), but I don't think I can go THAT far. I'll just settle for being able to run for an hour without stopping or going asthmatic.
I've also made appointments for the dermatologist (my skin has decided to go through puberty, finally...ICK ICK ICK), the opthamologist (my prescription is 5 years out of date), the gynecologist, but NOT the psychiatrist. I'm good in that direction. I think.
I basically want to get myself as healthy as possible. The women in my family are kind of deteriorating, and I'm thisclose to an anxiety attack. Don't want to go back to the psychiatrist. We just put my grandma in a nursing home--she broke her hip and has progressive dementia, which is very scary. My mother might have lupus. Also very scary. My other grandma is getting manic as she's getting older, and while not truly scary, is uncomfortable because she puts my parents on edge.
I don't want to get old before my time. I don't want to get old, PERIOD. I don't want to see my family get old. Or die. I don't want to talk about it anymore, either.
On with the revolution.