I went back to work refreshed and invigorated. I needed the time off desperately. About a half an hour in to the day, an e-mail came through telling us about the need to take yet another furlough. ARGGG! I can’t afford any more time away from work. Now I’m scrambling to find a second job to handle my bills. It’s time for the economy to turn around.
If stress is a cause for overeating (which seems to be the consensus) then I am a hopeless case. The world spinning off it’s access is eating me up, or rather making me eat. Logic and the power to choose to not to eat badly is impossible.
When I weigh myself on the scale, it doesn’t move. The weight now remains steady and the same. It does not go up, nor does it go down. Does that mean I’m eating like a normal person? No. But I guess it means I’m moving enough and eating enough to stay the same. That is an improvement, but I want more. It’s time to start losing again.
Here’s my plan. I’m going to move my records to Dr. Curry. I’ve decided this after the horrible open house at St. Luke. The doctors were cordial enough, but it wasn’t a time to really talk to them. I didn’t not feel like approaching them, and the way the room was set up, they were unapproachable. I guess I’m disappointed and feel let down by the management of the transition. I’m looking forward to a change and feel it will make a difference.