Just Checking In

I started a post over two weeks ago, and have been so darn busy that I just never got back to it. I'm sorry for being away for so long, and thank you to those that have stuck around. I hope to post more frequently.

You may have noticed that my ticker moved in the right direction again. That figure is about 2 weeks old. I'm hoping to get to the wellness center next week and have another good update. I've been trying to moderate my food intake, but I have had my challenges.

I received my Zumba DVDs...and I'm not impressed. The classes are a lot more fun and easier to follow. It's easy in the class to get caught up in the energy. The DVDs...not so much. Plus, even though I have good shoes, doing Zumba on my carpet is difficult. I'm afraid I'm going to not slide my foot properly and my knee will blow out. The tile is not much better. I may try it shoeless, but my feet normally don't appreciate it.

I've had a few roller coaster days lately. Dad is going on a cruise with his companion and will be away on the anniversary of Mom's death. I'm not happy about it - not that he's going away, but that he didn't consider my feelings about being alone on this first anniversary. Every time I think about it, I get upset. I know there are all sorts of things to consider, but the bottom line is I wish he would have at least discussed it with me before booking it. Then I wouldn't feel so left out and unimportant. I've been there as much as I can be for him. I see him every week. I invite him to lunch all the time at my office. I speak with him every day. I even ask him questions about things I already know the answer to, so he feels involved. The thought of being alone on the day that Mom went into the hospital and the following hours just chills me to the bone. He's leaving the day after my birthday. I thought maybe he was focusing on being here for my birthday, but I found out that wasn't the case. Honestly, if it was a consideration, I would have told him that my birthday doesn't mean much anymore to me now that Mom's gone.

I've decided that I'm going to visit a friend in Tampa. I'll fly over there on the Saturday before, and come back on the day of. That way, I won't be alone that night wandering around my house bawling my eyes out, and I'll still be able to go to the cemetery before it closes on the anniversary. I got a fare of $120 round trip, which saves major miles on my 8 year old, 126K+ mile car.

I did go for a brisk walk tonight. I set up a walking play list on my iPhone and jammed out for a little over 30 minutes. I even broke into a jog a few times. I feel good. When I got home, since I was already hot & sweaty and had nothing else fun to do tonight, I tried to finish caulking my bathroom. All I can say is that it's a good thing I don't make my living as a handyman or in the home improvement business. I suck.

Things may be changing at work. I may be moved into a vacant position in my department...but I may not. I'm one of the top two candidates (this is twice now, in my division, that I've made the top two), but the impression I have is that the other candidate will get it. Will I be disappointed? Yes, but not crushed. If the other girl gets it, she'll fit in very well with our team, and I like working with her. My boss has already been talking to me about other changes she foresees and has told me that I definitely have opportunities for growth. By growth, I hope she means that in addition to "new experiences" that it means more money. I've been through three interviews, and I have one left on Monday. The interview with my boss's boss went well, as I expected. He told me that I'm well qualified, I do excellent work, he's impressed with everything I've accomplished, etc. He asked me only two questions, and I think the discussion lasted about 8 minutes. I've worked closely with him in the past as well as on a current project, so I'm not concerned about the brevity of the discussion. The one that worries me is the upcoming one with the HR person. I'm not sure why I'm meeting with her, and I prefer not to be alone in a room with her (for various reasons). I guess whatever happens, happens.

Here is a NSV...one that has been a long time coming. I'm down another bra size!! Woooo hoooo!!!