Interrupted
My Life Thus Far
So Much More Empowered and Pretty
*****
YES! Those are 5 stars. It's not a typo. I had a great day
today! Last night, after I wrote. I sat down to watch the
season finale of Dancing With The Stars (a guilty pleasure
of mine) when I got the urge to crack open that 6 week
body makeover kit. I've had it for almost 2 weeks now and
I just wasn't ready to start yet. All of a sudden I was
ready. So, I popped in the Getting Started DVD, took out
all my materials and spent the next 90 minutes customizing
the plan to my body type. According to the literature, I'm
an Endo-Meso body type. Which means, I have strong muscle
under a layer of fat. I tend to have a slow metabolism and
low blood sugar, with a tendency for low blood pressure at
times. It was scary-accurate. It's like a doctor was
telling me these things, because it's exactly what I know
to be true about my body. So, it gave me an eating plan,
keeping in mind my hypoglycemia and a resistance routine
to help me sculpt the muscle I already have. No more 3
hour workouts anymore. Or so they say. We'll see. I've
decided to give it the 6 weeks and see what happens. If at
the end of the 6 weeks, I'm not stoked, it's going back. I
can't say it failed if I didn't even try.
Today was day 1 and it went really well. It's pretty much
a no-brainer. I open my little binder, it tells me what to
eat (I get 6 meals a day!) and I just do it. No counting
calories or anything. Because of that, I didn't feel
obsessive about it, but I knew I was doing good, because I
followed my plan. I think the good feelings were evident
to others, because I was getting hit on by random guys
left and right today! One asked me for the time...then if
I was married. Another said "hey cutie, you look nice
today, but then you always look nice" and the third guy
drove past me while I was on my break outside and slowed
down to give me the head bob thing. All 3 of them so
totally would have turned me off normally, but since I
haven't been getting much attention lately (probably
because of my sourpuss attitude) I drank it up. I'm
feeling so much more empowered and pretty because I'm
doing something about my weight. Something I hope works
for the rest of my life, as it says it will.
Work wasn't so fabulous, but because I was in a wonderful
mood, nothing could bring me down. I got stuck training
this new girl Danielle. She's so pretty. She's got the
most beautiful eyes, but she's the kind of girl that
doesn't know she's pretty, so I don't mind her. I trained
her on registers for about 4 hours. Which sucked because
even though I was the one helping her with everything and
doing most of the work, she was getting all the credit and
by credit I mean, 3 very hard to come by credit cards. I
ended up with 2 for the day, but I let her know that once
she was trained, it was every woman for herself and I
wouldn't allow her to beat me again. I said it in jest,
but I totally mean it. I don't do work I don't get credit
for. What's the point? The second half of my day I ended
up training yet another girl. Ashley. Tall, blonde and
stupid. Nice enough, but not very bright. Her hair is
brighter than she is. Blondie (as us more tenured
associates like to call her) was dumb enough to mention
her wage to me. I played it cool, but on the inside, I was
livid. The bitch makes .13 cents more than me! Granted, I
work nearly full-time hours and my checks are 5 times as
much as her's will be. But, there's a principal here! I'm
tenured. I'm a top performer. I'm credit lead! There's no
fucking way that little bimbo should be making one cent
more than me! I'm not due for a raise until October,
either, so I just have to accept it. I really want to talk
to Tamara about it, but we're not allowed to bring up our
pay. It's grounds for a write-up. I don't want to get in
trouble because Blondie was dumb enough to mention how
much she makes. I just have to be satisfied knowing that I
get WAY more hours than any of the other girls. I have the
highest hours of anyone other than full-time managers.
What's .97 cents per day lost, anyhow? Almost 8 bucks a
paycheck, that's what! Okay, so I'm a little bitter. I'll
get over it. As I was saying, it didn't affect my good
mood. It's still just a little fucked up.
I'm getting sleepy. I think I'll go take a nice hot shower
and crawl in bed. I'm so proud of myself for sticking to
my plan today. I know tomorrow when I get up, I'll be at
least a pound lighter. That's just how my body works :)
Ciao and goodnight.
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