Pants and stuff

As an update to my post from yesterday, when I got on the scale the next morning for my weekly weigh in I was quite close to having lost 20 pounds. Woot. Go me. It's funny though because I feel a little like I'm cheating since the whole process has been laughably easy thus far. I suppose that the truth is that I'm paranoid because it has been so easy, and that I'm worried I'm going to hit some kind of wall soon. Hopefully that will not be the case.

I only have to make it through my shift tomorrow and then I get two whole days off in a row, a Friday and Saturday to boot. Friday I'm planning on donating blood, something I haven't done in, like, a year (Guilt! I have guilt!). Saturday I'm going for my yearly Skywarn training session. Skywarn is the National Weather Service's volunteer Weather Spotter program (we look for and report tornadoes and other severe weather). I always enjoy the class, and usually learn something new every year.

I also need to buy some new work pants this week. The pair I bought a couple months ago was a little on the big side when I bought them, now every time I wear them it turns into a struggle of epic proportions between me and gravity for the fate of my pants. Seriously though, I don't want to be rushing around and get caught on something and end up sans pants. I can't be having with that.

Postcard from the Highway to Health

Hello. How are things? Everything is lovely here. We are all having a wonderful time. Wish you were here.

Okay, some of that is a lie. The whole Highway to Health thing is going pretty well. It's been about two months and I've lost 15 pounds with very little effort. I'm definitely slimmer, even it's only noticable to me. I'm very happy with my progress, I'm not trying for any drastic quick results, very unhealthy dontcha know. While I was quite excitied to hit the 15 mark, reveled in the moment, it also made me realize I have quite a ways to go yet. So I'm buckling down and plowing forward.

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I had to do an early shift (7am-5pm) for the first time in forever today. I was dreading it last week, but yesterday I just made up my mind to deal with it. Everything ended up going pretty well. I even got six hours of sleep which is pretty good considering that I have been falling asleep at about 5am for months now and usually have trouble changing my sleep schedule. Even though 2 of my 3 opening employees were 15 minutes late: The new guy was on time, but no one was there to train him. :( Even though two more of my lunch shift employees were late: Even though half of the heat wasn't working in the building: Even though I had to work with Cranky McRude: everything went very well. I even had time to do the necessary rewrites to next week's crew schedule (thanks for not telling me you might have to take the week off RM). All of this is good since I got the news last week that all of the managers now have to work at least 2 opens per week. Blech.

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If it weren't for my horse....

Let me start by saying that the girl in the following anecdote is very sweet and nice. Not liking her would be a bit like kicking a puppy (or kitten, if you prefer), a sad orphan one, shivering in the cold, on Christmas Eve. However, we had the following exchange at work a couple of days ago.

Me (to someone else entirely): Don't make me come up there or you will feel my wrath.
Girl: Your rat?
Me: No, wrath. W-R-A-T-H. Wrath.
Girl: Omigod! What is that??? Are you a witch?!?!


*sigh*