Sometimes I wish my boobs were detachable.
I wouldn't have to deal with bras - EVER.
I could just give them to my husband to play with... then reattach them when needed.
A weird wish, I know...but when you've carried around double Ds for years and nursed two babies - you kinda get sick of 'em.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Venting my Frustration
My apologies to anyone who might actually read this. I am frustrated. I must vent. And I refuse to burden anyone in my real life with such petty bullshit.
I work at an insurance company.
A member of my team at work had a question on a policy regarding the rating and discounts on a vehicle.
I knew the answer to the question. I have a VA state P&C license - which shows I'm legally allowed to answer such questions to the public.
But in other respects, it also shows that I know WTF I'm saying.
Our trainer sits in the cubicle on the other side of the wall from me.
So while I'm asking supplemental questions to the teammate and subsequently giving the correct answer, the trainer is going through online manual after online manual and instant messaging cohorts in order to find the answer. It took her 12 minutes to find the exact answer I was able to give immediately.
SUMUP:
The trainer didn't know the answer to the fracking question.
I knew the answer off the top of my head.
Isn't this the type of thing a trainer ought to know?
And yet here I am... still in my lower function.
Unable to give answers even though I know what I'm saying.
Still making lowly money. Still with lowly status.
Meanwhile, our trainer (a person who I had to correct on multiple occasions during our training class a few months ago and clearly doesn't know the answers to even the simplest questions) is sitting 2 tiers above me making much more money than I am and just that much higher up the career ladder.
W. T. F. ???????
*sigh*
I need to breathe and relax.
I've only been back in this company for 7 months.
(side note: I worked here previously for 5 1/2 years and left to be a SAHM, then to pursue other avenues... after just over 3 years - I'm back)
I have not yet "technically" even reached my 1 year anniversary. Having been gone for longer than 12 months, I have completely lost my previous tenure. So I must start from scratch all over again.
Its frustrating.
Its maddening.
But it is what it is.
I must bide my time.
I must keep my head down.
I must keep my mouth shut.
I must do my work.
I must do my work properly.
I must do my work well.
I must show what I know and keep records of all the times I've had to correct the trainer.
I will be successful.
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Today's date: Monday, February 25, 2013
Today's Outfit: jeans and a button down black shirt with 3/4 length sleeves. Nothing fancy. Nothing notable. But very very comfy :)
Today's mood: Overall, very positive. I got my annual merit increase. My oldest jiblet won her classroom spelling bee. And its date night after work!!
Quote of the Day: "Let it Be"
Currently reading: "What Got You Here Won't Get You There" by Marshall Goldsmith (audiobook)
I work at an insurance company.
A member of my team at work had a question on a policy regarding the rating and discounts on a vehicle.
I knew the answer to the question. I have a VA state P&C license - which shows I'm legally allowed to answer such questions to the public.
But in other respects, it also shows that I know WTF I'm saying.
Our trainer sits in the cubicle on the other side of the wall from me.
So while I'm asking supplemental questions to the teammate and subsequently giving the correct answer, the trainer is going through online manual after online manual and instant messaging cohorts in order to find the answer. It took her 12 minutes to find the exact answer I was able to give immediately.
SUMUP:
The trainer didn't know the answer to the fracking question.
I knew the answer off the top of my head.
Isn't this the type of thing a trainer ought to know?
And yet here I am... still in my lower function.
Unable to give answers even though I know what I'm saying.
Still making lowly money. Still with lowly status.
Meanwhile, our trainer (a person who I had to correct on multiple occasions during our training class a few months ago and clearly doesn't know the answers to even the simplest questions) is sitting 2 tiers above me making much more money than I am and just that much higher up the career ladder.
W. T. F. ???????
*sigh*
I need to breathe and relax.
I've only been back in this company for 7 months.
(side note: I worked here previously for 5 1/2 years and left to be a SAHM, then to pursue other avenues... after just over 3 years - I'm back)
I have not yet "technically" even reached my 1 year anniversary. Having been gone for longer than 12 months, I have completely lost my previous tenure. So I must start from scratch all over again.
Its frustrating.
Its maddening.
But it is what it is.
I must bide my time.
I must keep my head down.
I must keep my mouth shut.
I must do my work.
I must do my work properly.
I must do my work well.
I must show what I know and keep records of all the times I've had to correct the trainer.
I will be successful.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today's date: Monday, February 25, 2013
Today's Outfit: jeans and a button down black shirt with 3/4 length sleeves. Nothing fancy. Nothing notable. But very very comfy :)
Today's mood: Overall, very positive. I got my annual merit increase. My oldest jiblet won her classroom spelling bee. And its date night after work!!
Quote of the Day: "Let it Be"
Currently reading: "What Got You Here Won't Get You There" by Marshall Goldsmith (audiobook)
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
One step
I took one very small step in a favorable direction yesterday. I did a very small workout.
<special emphasis on the "very small">
But let me back up a bit.
I've been somewhat overweight ever since I became pregnant with jiblet #1 in 2002. I was an overweight child, but was a very healthy weight throughout my teens. Early adulthood brought on more freedoms - so a few pounds found their way back to me - but it wasn't until the blessed "event"... that it came pouring back onto me.
I reached my heaviest point in 2007 - just before conceiving jiblet #2. There are pictures of me from that time that I still refuse to look at to this day. I just can't believe that was actually ME!
During the second pregnancy, I lost 34 pounds - yep - you read that right - DURING the pregnancy! With my doctor's blessing, all I did was walk on the treadmill at work on both of my 15 minute breaks every workday for the duration of the pregnancy and "voila" - weight-go-buh-bye!
I managed to keep that weight off for a good long while - even during a SAHM stint (which, if you think its easy to keep weight off while staying at home with an infant - there are no words to tell you just how WRONG you are! LOL)
Its only been within the last 6 months that I've noticed it... its coming back!! The weight that I've so miraculously kept off for nearly 5 years is creeping its way back into my midsection, my neck, my arms, my hands - everywhere!
<disclaimer: I DO of course realize that this isn't some alien parasite that's invading my body
without any cause on my part... I fully realize that my actions did cause this... admitting it is
the difficult part>
My husband has likewise seen a certain robustness in his own midsection that wasn't there before... his has medical cause though - a new medication that has had unspeakably wonderful success with the affliction for which it was prescribed, has one major side-effect: extreme hunger (with an almost uncontrollable sugar craving)
Combined, we have put on a total of approximately 45 pounds since October.
The good thing about all of this (because its something I trained myself to do years ago - ALWAYS find atleast one sliver of positivity in every situation) is that my husband and I have neither noticed nor judged the weight gain on each other. We each noticed it in ourselves, of course, but I never would have noticed his gain if he hadn't pointed it out to me and talked about it. Likewise, he told me that he never would have noticed mine. Nor does it bother either of us that the other has gained. We both still view each other the same as we always have! <3 Love - I ask you - is there anything better? :)
But I've veered off of my beginning thought... a step in a favorable direction.
In conversation with Roxy, I managed to narrow down the causes of my gain and my problems in correcting it. Basically it all boils down to laziness and disorganization.
So I've decided to take the advice so widely given by the Nike company: "Just DO it!"
And that's exactly what I did last night.
I've been trying to encourage my MIL for months to get some exercise (she, sadly, is rather morbidly obese). During a google search, I found a series of exercise one can do while seated! Cardio, core, arms, legs, everything! Each of them are no longer than 11 minutes and are very doable.
I decided I would by a hypocrite if I was nagging her to exercise and I myself was becoming more sedentary by the day... so I pulled up the basic 11 minute seated workout last night and tried it for myself.
OMG - a serious eye-opener as to exactly how out of shape I have become!!!
This workout was supposed to elevate the heart rate - but I got completely winded by the end of it!!!!
I'm glad I started there - because now I have a gauge of exactly where I am, and how far I still have to go.
So last night was my one step in a positive direction.
First, I need to "just do it" every day - work out. EVERY day! I'm not giving myself any days off!
This will atleast get me started toward taking off the weight I've gained in the last few months...
once I'm back where I began - I can work toward taking off the rest of my excess bulk.
I'm Matron of Honor in my SIL's wedding in September... so I've got a goal date!!!
Now I just need to make a plan and actually STICK to it!!!
<special emphasis on the "very small">
But let me back up a bit.
I've been somewhat overweight ever since I became pregnant with jiblet #1 in 2002. I was an overweight child, but was a very healthy weight throughout my teens. Early adulthood brought on more freedoms - so a few pounds found their way back to me - but it wasn't until the blessed "event"... that it came pouring back onto me.
I reached my heaviest point in 2007 - just before conceiving jiblet #2. There are pictures of me from that time that I still refuse to look at to this day. I just can't believe that was actually ME!
During the second pregnancy, I lost 34 pounds - yep - you read that right - DURING the pregnancy! With my doctor's blessing, all I did was walk on the treadmill at work on both of my 15 minute breaks every workday for the duration of the pregnancy and "voila" - weight-go-buh-bye!
I managed to keep that weight off for a good long while - even during a SAHM stint (which, if you think its easy to keep weight off while staying at home with an infant - there are no words to tell you just how WRONG you are! LOL)
Its only been within the last 6 months that I've noticed it... its coming back!! The weight that I've so miraculously kept off for nearly 5 years is creeping its way back into my midsection, my neck, my arms, my hands - everywhere!
<disclaimer: I DO of course realize that this isn't some alien parasite that's invading my body
without any cause on my part... I fully realize that my actions did cause this... admitting it is
the difficult part>
My husband has likewise seen a certain robustness in his own midsection that wasn't there before... his has medical cause though - a new medication that has had unspeakably wonderful success with the affliction for which it was prescribed, has one major side-effect: extreme hunger (with an almost uncontrollable sugar craving)
Combined, we have put on a total of approximately 45 pounds since October.
The good thing about all of this (because its something I trained myself to do years ago - ALWAYS find atleast one sliver of positivity in every situation) is that my husband and I have neither noticed nor judged the weight gain on each other. We each noticed it in ourselves, of course, but I never would have noticed his gain if he hadn't pointed it out to me and talked about it. Likewise, he told me that he never would have noticed mine. Nor does it bother either of us that the other has gained. We both still view each other the same as we always have! <3 Love - I ask you - is there anything better? :)
But I've veered off of my beginning thought... a step in a favorable direction.
In conversation with Roxy, I managed to narrow down the causes of my gain and my problems in correcting it. Basically it all boils down to laziness and disorganization.
So I've decided to take the advice so widely given by the Nike company: "Just DO it!"
And that's exactly what I did last night.
I've been trying to encourage my MIL for months to get some exercise (she, sadly, is rather morbidly obese). During a google search, I found a series of exercise one can do while seated! Cardio, core, arms, legs, everything! Each of them are no longer than 11 minutes and are very doable.
I decided I would by a hypocrite if I was nagging her to exercise and I myself was becoming more sedentary by the day... so I pulled up the basic 11 minute seated workout last night and tried it for myself.
OMG - a serious eye-opener as to exactly how out of shape I have become!!!
This workout was supposed to elevate the heart rate - but I got completely winded by the end of it!!!!
I'm glad I started there - because now I have a gauge of exactly where I am, and how far I still have to go.
So last night was my one step in a positive direction.
First, I need to "just do it" every day - work out. EVERY day! I'm not giving myself any days off!
This will atleast get me started toward taking off the weight I've gained in the last few months...
once I'm back where I began - I can work toward taking off the rest of my excess bulk.
I'm Matron of Honor in my SIL's wedding in September... so I've got a goal date!!!
Now I just need to make a plan and actually STICK to it!!!
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