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All I have done this week is eat. Twenty-eight pounds lost and all I can seem to manage since the weekend is to continuously stuff food into my mouth. Emotional eating I suppose. It sucks. I am stressed about a couple of things, and stress is a trigger for me. I have picked up a burger and fries EVERY day this week on my way home from work and then still eat a normal dinner after that, as well as snacks later in the evening. I am on such a bad binge. It's gross.
I exchanged a few terse words with a co-worker over the phone the other day, and I have been feeling really poorly about it. Initially I didn't think I was in the wrong about anything, but looking back I can see how I could have prevented the situation to begin with. Do I feel totally wrong in the situation? No, but I am ashamed of my actions and how I handled myself. I should have been more diplomatic and professional. My manager has requested a meeting with myself and my co-worker to "clear the air". I have never been in this situation before and it has me super nervous. Being embarrassed to begin with doesn't help.
The State Semi-Final game is this Friday at the Superior Dome. Ishpeming Hematites against the Pewamo-Westphalia Pirates. I think we are favored to win, but I don't like to get too confident. These boys have played hard this year, though, and everyone around here is rooting big for them. Joey has been feeling under the weather the past couple of days so I took him in to the walk-in clinic tonight. He has had a super sore throat, headaches, and has been sore. But then has also been practicing in the cold damp air all this week after playing in the Muddiest Game in the History of All High School Football games last Saturday (his uniform was CAKED in mud. I had to wash it 3x!) I'll be heading to the game after my shift with Tom in the morning and be getting off in time to get home and prep for Kari's birthday party.
Speaking of Kari's birthday party, tell me I haven't lost my mind. I allowed her to invite ten...TEN...of her friends to spend the night. Me and eleven 16 and 17 year old girls, All. Night. LONG. *grin* To be honest, I look forward to it. My friend Kristianna is going to come and do Henna tattoos for everyone (me too!) and then I'll do a photo shoot and then leave the girls to their own devices for the rest of the evening while I hole myself up in my room with a stack of Anne Lamott books (whom I totally have a Lady Crush on) and a bottle of wine. Good times!
On Sunday, if I am still alive, I will probably spend the day cleaning. I need to center myself back on the WW track and a few other tracks. Maybe I'll go to church. The books I have been reading by Anne Lamott have had some profound impact on my thoughts of God and faith and where I fall into it all. I feel myself slowly making my way back to a Christ centered belief system, but a Christ of Love and Forgiveness and helping of others. Not the one that judges and condemns and makes people hurt others in His name. Anne Lamott is that kind of Christian. The one of Love, and I love that she is so open about how her faith formed and what she came through to get it and how she still struggles with succeeding at being what God wants from her. But it's all one day at a time, listening to those small voices every day and learning to trust your gut and your heart. Maybe that's how God really talks to us; through our guts and our hearts.
I exchanged a few terse words with a co-worker over the phone the other day, and I have been feeling really poorly about it. Initially I didn't think I was in the wrong about anything, but looking back I can see how I could have prevented the situation to begin with. Do I feel totally wrong in the situation? No, but I am ashamed of my actions and how I handled myself. I should have been more diplomatic and professional. My manager has requested a meeting with myself and my co-worker to "clear the air". I have never been in this situation before and it has me super nervous. Being embarrassed to begin with doesn't help.
The State Semi-Final game is this Friday at the Superior Dome. Ishpeming Hematites against the Pewamo-Westphalia Pirates. I think we are favored to win, but I don't like to get too confident. These boys have played hard this year, though, and everyone around here is rooting big for them. Joey has been feeling under the weather the past couple of days so I took him in to the walk-in clinic tonight. He has had a super sore throat, headaches, and has been sore. But then has also been practicing in the cold damp air all this week after playing in the Muddiest Game in the History of All High School Football games last Saturday (his uniform was CAKED in mud. I had to wash it 3x!) I'll be heading to the game after my shift with Tom in the morning and be getting off in time to get home and prep for Kari's birthday party.
Speaking of Kari's birthday party, tell me I haven't lost my mind. I allowed her to invite ten...TEN...of her friends to spend the night. Me and eleven 16 and 17 year old girls, All. Night. LONG. *grin* To be honest, I look forward to it. My friend Kristianna is going to come and do Henna tattoos for everyone (me too!) and then I'll do a photo shoot and then leave the girls to their own devices for the rest of the evening while I hole myself up in my room with a stack of Anne Lamott books (whom I totally have a Lady Crush on) and a bottle of wine. Good times!
On Sunday, if I am still alive, I will probably spend the day cleaning. I need to center myself back on the WW track and a few other tracks. Maybe I'll go to church. The books I have been reading by Anne Lamott have had some profound impact on my thoughts of God and faith and where I fall into it all. I feel myself slowly making my way back to a Christ centered belief system, but a Christ of Love and Forgiveness and helping of others. Not the one that judges and condemns and makes people hurt others in His name. Anne Lamott is that kind of Christian. The one of Love, and I love that she is so open about how her faith formed and what she came through to get it and how she still struggles with succeeding at being what God wants from her. But it's all one day at a time, listening to those small voices every day and learning to trust your gut and your heart. Maybe that's how God really talks to us; through our guts and our hearts.