The scale she is a' movin!

OMG people. OMG. This afternoon I took a shower before I went to get the kids from daycare (cuz I don't want to get up that 20 minutes earlier in the morning -- yeah I'm lazy like that), and I decided to hop on the scale for shits and giggles. Guess what it said....

205!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That means I am officially 70 lbs down! Holy crap. I mean, when did that happen? Oh wait, I remember. My new job is keeping me so busy I barely have time to eat at work anymore. And you know what? I don't even miss it. I'm having a great time doing this new stuff -- I really feel it's what I am meant to do.

While we're on the subject... don't you just hate it when people have to go and rain all over your parade? Most of my cowor/kers have been very supportive of my prom/otion, but then there are those few who have really been almost rude about it. I get that some of it might be jealousy and some might be bitterness (in fact, I'm sure of this one), but God it just kills me. One person actually said, "Congratulations. I'm a little worried about you. Aren't you worried?" Um, no. Because I'm positive I'll do a million times better at this than you ever did. So there. Of course, I didn't say that out loud.

I was also thinking about how visible this pos/ition is, and how, four years ago, 70lbs heavier, I know I would not have had the self-confidence and feelings of self-worth to go for this and make it happen. When I look back, I realize over the past year, all my efforts have been going towards something like this, and I am so lucky to have this opportunity present itself. It's really a once in a lifetime chance. It's the kind of yob (to borrow a term from Grace) that people get and then sit on for decades. It's pretty exciting, if I do say so myself.

Now I need to go shopping! I don't even know where to begin! I'll still need a couple pair of scrubs, but I need to get some business casual stuff too. I'm still between 16s and 18s, so I'll probably be heading straight to Lane Bryant for the time being (dammit).  Almost out of there... almost.

Anyway, that's my week. Things are going pretty darn good.

Smack me

I've been a lazy blogger. Poo.

Wanted to report on the j/obberdoo. I called the recr/uiter and he was apparently impressed enough with what I told him on the phone that he is willing to accept my app late and talk to the hir/ing person about me. Whee! I also told my current person in charge, and she was super cool and supportive about it. I heart her. Seriously.

Eating is about 70% good. I'm getting there. Still miserable with my ureter stent. I go to bed most nights right after the kids because I just cannot cope with the discomfort another second. I've decided that once this stent is out I'm hitting the gym like a madwoman and losing ten pounds in two weeks right before BOOBS. Ha! Maybe 5lbs. Well, whatever it takes to have my 60lbs gone badge. If I manage to get back to losing ten pounds a month, I was thinking I could be in the 180s by Christmas. That would be an awesome present.

Hope all is well out there in blogland. I'll try to post more this week. I still need to do a picture post...

Crushed.

That j/ob I was going to apply for? Gone. Taken down. Already. I know it's silly, but I was all pumped about it. I logged in just a few minutes ago to submit my info and it simply wasn't listed anymore. There is a knot is my stomach. I know there was no guarantee I would get it; maybe it was just the thought of actually doing something new.

Hubs was saying at least I'm current and ready when something else pops up. He's right, but it's not helping at the moment.

I feel like having a tantrum. Actually, that would take too much energy.

In band news... I weighed myself this morning. 218. Only two pounds up over two months of being unfilled. I'd call that a maintenance success, wouldn't you? Time to get back to losing though.

This is where my head is at...

So, I don't love my j/ob. There's parts of it I do like immensely, especially my coworkers, but overall I feel like I have more to contribute and, frankly, I'm bored. I get frustrated by stupid things because I'm powerless in my current spot to fix them. I'm not passionate about the technical aspects, like some people are. I want out.

I haven't been actively 'looking.' It's really easy to be complacent when your w/ork is easy and boring and the like. The dinero is good, the hours are good, the person in char/ge of me is great, what is there to complain about, really? I just feel like there is more out there for me and more of me to offer.

A few days ago, I was searching the internal postings and there it was: my perfect way out of direct pa\tient care. I meet the requirements, and I'm very qualified, it sounds right up my alley, so I decided to apply. I'm terrified. It's a huge step for me. I've been in my current spot for going on five years now. I always knew I didn't want to be there forever, but I wasn't sure I was ready to go yet. But when the universe smacks you in the face with something this big, I really think you have to seize the day. Maybe they won't think I'm the right person. Maybe they won't even call. That will be disappointing, but it will be ok. Because I put myself out there and took a chance. You've got to take that first step if you're going to get anywhere ever. You won't finish the race if you never get off the starting line.

My head is full of turmoil over this. In a good way, of course. It's stressful, but it's a good step forward out of a rut. I could draw many parallels to the way I'm feeling about my weight loss right now, but you guys have heard all of that before. I need to seize the day there as well, get off the starting blocks, put some effort out into the universe and see what I get back.

Hope you all have a good Wednesday!