Oh how time flies

I can believe that it has been four months since I have written a new blog post. And I can't even use the excuse that I have been busy, because really I haven't. So now I have accomplished this big goal of losing all this weight but now I feel like I need another goal. I always have grad school, but I guess that one kind of feels like I have tried that one before and it didn't work. But I had tried a lot of times before to lose weight and it finally happened. So guess it is only a matter of time before I actually get into grad school. The point is to not get discouraged.

Still Going strong (kind of)

So I have been on this diet for the last seven week. I have lost almost 35 lbs so far. My original goal was to go from 220 to 175 but I have lowered my goal by 10 lbs because I think I can do it. Sometimes it is hard because I get pretty bored with the food options. But I started walking with a friend for about and hour and a half every night and that has help me get stronger. Speaking of stronger, there are some times where I feel a little light headed, and I have talked to my diet consultant about it. She told me to increase my limited foods to twice a day, but I am too stubborn to do it. I know that it would help, but I also know I won't get down to my goal weight as fast as I want to. So for right now I am just trying to make sure I get all of my allowed food in.

What is funny are the reactions I keep getting from everyone. I get a lot of "Have you lost some weight?", "You can really see it in your face.", "You know you really do need to eat." Granted I work with a lot of guys, and they are kind of hesitant to bring up weight with a woman, but I am proud of how much I have lost so I tell everyone. This last weekend I went back to Mom and Dad's to help them pack for their move and they were really surprised with how much I have lost. But then I opened my big mouth and told them I only get between 500-700 calories a day. Dad got really upset and told me that is not enough to sustain life. I don't know how many times I have to explain that this isn't a permanent thing, that I will eventually go back to eating whatever I want (however with better portion control then before). I am planning on starting to do some strength training in the mornings soon.

Oh well, life goes on.

The stuggle continues

So I have been on a new diet for about two weeks now and I am pretty excited about it. Granted I can't have a lot of the foods that I normally, but I am dropping the weight pretty decently. This last weekend I went to Mom and Dad's for Father's Day and pretty much everywhere I turned was another snack food I couldn't have anymore. It was interesting to think of all the calories I would have been mindlessly putting into my mouth if I hadn't been on this diet. I'm not going to lie, I over did it when we were eating shrimp, but I paid for that later that night. I didn't drink as much water as I should have, but these are minor things. Then Sunday morning, Mom tells me that she is worried about me going on so many fad diets and that she is worried I am getting a complex. But I am going to show her and anyone else that thinks I can't do this. It is hard, and I struggle with it every day, but giving up isn't an option.

Just a rant

So last night I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and my lot in life. I don't have many friends up here, I might not get into grad school next year, then what?, People at my job drive me crazy and I have gotten lazy again at my job, but I try to justify it with the little amount that I have done. Am I being stir crazy or just whiny? Then I read an article today that was about how the people that are graduating from college this year will find it harder then those that have gone before them to find a job. So it made me very thankful for my job. Then I watch a man I am very proud to call my friend explain to a group of juvenile deliquents that his only sister had been violently killed by her husband, and he bore his testimony to them about the Savior and the Atonement. This made me ponder. And I wonder, is this the best it is going to get? Should I just be content with what I have? Make the most of what I have? Stop looking for something better and appreciate what I do have?

Travel

So it is just over a week before I leave for a week long vacation to Virginia/North Carolina. I am so very excited. It has been almost 6 1/2 years since I have been back east. I am really excited to see my Edenton Momma Deb. Tonight I made the reservations for the car and the hotel for the first two days, but I think it is pretty funny that the LaQuinta next to the Norfolk International Airport is more expensive then the LaQuinta in Virginia Beach, even the one right on the ocean. So I made reservations at the one in VB that is 7 miles away from the airport and I will be saving $40 doing it. But I will also have to put up with 7 miles of rush hour traffic. Oh well! I am so glad that Anne is going to be coming with me. It would have been really boring if I had to go by myself. I could have asked a former mission companion to come with me, but then I would have had to go and see some of their old areas, and I wanted to be selfish. My plan is to spend a couple days in Norfolk and Portsmouth, then spend the remainder of the week in and around Edenton.

I do feel pretty bad because I will be missing some things by going on this trip. Stacie's birthday, Kyrstin's birthday, and Jennifer's graduation. But I hopefully be going down to see Jen in July and we can spend some quality time together. Kyrstin won't know I am not there. And I will see Stacie some time this next month.

Now I just need to make sure everything at work is finished before I leave.

New and Improved?

So I have moved into my in between office. It is big and cold and I am not so sure I like it. But it is only temporary until the maintenance department runs a new phone and internet line to my new office. There hasn't been anyone in my new office since internet was run through the phone line. I am worried that the big wigs in the administration building where my in between office is will think I am slacking off because I have to be in my office a lot this week. I have to write a bunch of reports and they might think I am hiding. Oh well, all I can do is all I can do.

Silly is being just that. Last night I was reading as I was laying on the couch and she decided that it was a good time to attack the stings and zipper pull on the hoodie jacket I was wearing. I really need to remember to watch out for her claws. She still seems to think it is okay to put her claws on my face, but we are working on that. I did make her some toys, she plays with one but not the other. Last night she decided it was time to run around the house like something was chasing her. I am kind of worried though. I cleaned out her litter box today and I don't think she is using it for #1, but only #2. SO I need to find out where she is going and fast so I can put a stop to it.

I didn't really get too much accomplished this weekend. I spend most of Saturday watching conference. But I did go and see "Clash of the Titans" and I really like it. Everyone else in my family was able to watch it in 3D but we are lucky to get first run movies here, so I can't complain. I sat close enough to the screen that it might as well have been 3D. I watched conference on Sunday too, but I also made a roast with potatos, carrots, and onions for linner. I had two helpings and I have six helping left over. I really need to learn how to cook for one. Oh well, at least I will have a lot of left overs to take to work. I started reading Eclipse again so I can be ready for the movie in June. I started it yesterday afternoon, I am almost finished with it. Oh well.

Silly Little Things

So I have finally gotten up the courage to get another cat. Her name is Sylvia and she is a solid grey kitty who is just over a year old. I call her Silly for short, well mainly it is because it comes off of the tongue a lot easier when I call her. But it also seems to fit because she does the silliest little things. She doesn't seem to understand the idea of personal space. Or that my face isn't suppose to have her claws on it. The other day she jumped into the bathtub and decided to give lovin's to the tub, rubbing all over it. She also stole this stuffed little cat that I have (that actually looks exactly like her) and takes it under the bed with her. And tonight I brought home an owl feather I found, Silly stole it and now it lies in pieces in the corner. And I am happy.

And the World Comes Crashing Down

So it has been a little over a week since I received the devistating letter from UW saying that I would not be going to Grad School this summer. I was so very very mad. Still am a little mad. I don't understand why I was given the go ahead, but then it didn't happen. I have been going through the stages of grief, but I am trying to pull myself out of it. I keep getting ask, "So what are you going to do now?" Last week my response was to try not to hit anyone. What else can I do but stay where I am and try again next year? As I have said before, I love my job. I guess I feel like something needs to change. I have received a lot of support from my coworkers, the general response to my telling them that I wasn't accepted is, "I'm sorry you are sad, but I am not sorry you are staying." Very comforting, and I am grateful. I tried some retail therapy this weekend, but found that I wasn't very good at it. I kept talking myself out of spending money. I guess that is a good thing, now I will just have more money to spend when I go to Virginia in May. I want another cat, but it just hasn't been convenient to get one yet. And I am pretty sure that my landlord doesn't want anymore pets in the apartment after my stinky cat died. But I have still been paying the extra pet fee every month in the hopes that if I do decide to get another cat some day they won't have a leg to stand on since I have a lease saying I can have one and I have been paying the extra money eventhough I don't have one right now.

As This World Turns

I am so nervous and worried about the next month or so. I have my interview for Grad School next Friday and I wonder if I am going to do well, or if I am going to blow the whole thing and be up a creek. I love my job, always have, but it is time for me to leave and let someone else bring an new angle to it. I worry if I don't get into school there will be all of this preparation and anticipation for nothing. I tried not to let too many people know I was trying to get into grad school, just so I wouldn't have to tell too many people that I didn't make it in. I guess I would feel like a liar if I told a lot of people and didn't get in.

AHHHH!!!! What I really need to do is stop worrying and just work day to day. I am lucky that I do have a job that I love and that I get to work with some fun people. I also get to help kids figure out how to acheive their goals and prepare for the future. I have a nice apartment and I am hopefully going to be getting another kitty soon. My life is good.