There's been a lot of ups and down in my life lately.

I started the new job at the end of June. It's hard to go from a job where I was very knowledgeable and proficient to somewhere that I feel remedial and fumbly. Stressful and scary. My old job was intense for bursts of time--a trauma comes into the ER, it's very busy for a couple hours. Then, life would go back to the usual quiet, rural hospital pace.

Now, it is data entry all the time and, if you're not fast enough, you find out when you get called into the Super's office. In my case, that mean that I spent every day for the last two weeks stressing out quite a bit over every road block that takes my numbers down and worry that I will be fired. I don't believe that will actually happen, because I am working hard and my Super seems great about helping me find ways to improve, but generalized anxiety is a bitch when it's given this type of emotional fuel.




Another bad/sad is that my step mother passed away after an accident. For a few days, prior to passing away, she was at the hospital that I work at, but no one told me. I didn't find out about the accident until after she'd passed and found out about the hospital (and when her funeral was going to be) via her obit.

No, we were not close in my adult years, but I do mourn the woman who was very nice to me when I was a child and would go visit my dad. I do not remember her ever being anything but kind.

I went to her memorial service (there was no no actual funeral). It was hard, but I am so glad I went. It had a celebration of life feel and, since she spent her life caring for and about other people, it was a well deserved celebration.




I spent a couple months at 201-203 lbs. I couldn't seem to break the plateau. So frustrating. I can tell you why I stuck: 1) it's too easy to eat at one's desk in an office environment 2) I was too tired to exercise when I got home.  There is a happy outcome on this though: I finally broke through and am now at 199. I am in One-derland! There are no 2s in my weight at all! *happy dance*

I haven't tracked my food in multiple months. Quite honestly, between my anxiety and the new job, I just don't have the energy. However, the last two weeks I have been actively been mindful about eating, by looking at portion sizes, choosing more healthy foods, etc. That, I believe, is what helped break the plateau.

Having some movement on the scale really does add to my motivation again. Things feel possible. :)