I'm always shocked when I see a picture of myself. "Who's that chunky"..?...oh, it's me. And I'm not one of those people who just thinks they're fat and they're really not. I really am. At 4 foot 11 there's really no place to hide any extra poundage. My doctor tells me to lose weight. I'm so glad I spent $35 for a well educated person to tell me to lose weight. Thank you captain obvious. I refuse to go on yet another "diet" and hate counting calories. I'm tired of my new years resolutions always being to lose weight. I've got about 70 extra pounds that I really don't need anymore.
So what am I going to do about it? My blog is going to be my accountability outlet. From now on my weight is going on every blog I write. Hopefully it will be going in the downward direction from now on.
Dusti, I'm going to need your will power when we go out to eat! Wish me luck!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Posted by Heather at 7:18 PM
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
In my hunt for a new job, I came across a startling discovery concerning my apparent limitations. Perhaps I was going a bit over the top with my choice of new career paths, but desparate times call for desparate measures. My husband has always wanted me to work for Continental airlines so we can fly for free. This made no sense to me. I would take a $10000 pay cut so we could fly for free?
Anyhoo, I thought I'll at least look into it...what could it hurt? I love to travel, so the first thing I thought about was flight attendant. When I began to read the criteria I thought "this could be it for me!" Little was I expecting the slap in the face near the end of the list. "You must be at least 5 feet tall." I am NOT 5 feet tall...this was a bit upsetting.
I guess I can throw that career path out the window.
Posted by Heather at 8:15 PM
Monday, January 7, 2008
I was noticing how exciting my life has become while I was matching socks this afternoon. As much as I hate matching socks, I get this strange excitement when I find two that happen to match. I still have a small laundry basket that is forever full of unmatched socks. Where did their mates go? I think there was a time once since I've been married that I had ALL the socks washed, but still a basket of singles. Why do I keep them? Because some day that mate just might turn up, and be the highlight of my day.
Going to the grocery store this morning was also on my list of exciting things to do today. I decided to boycot Wal-Mart for a while and opted for the slightly more expensive Kroger. But I did have my Grocery Game list and coupons in hand, so I don't feel too bad driving the extra 5 miles.
Since I've been unemployed, I've had a lot of time to do the things I "didn't have time to do" when I had a job, like match socks or putting away the Easter decorations from last year. I wonder how long it will take me to finally put away the Christmas stuff that's still littering my home. I may get to it by February.
Posted by Heather at 2:32 PM