Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2017-01-17 21:33:23 (UTC)

I Don't Even Want To Know

Fully charging my vaporizer's battery worked like a charm! Seems this cannabis oil cartridge doesn't perform well without a fully charged battery. So, I've got it plugged in now. If I keep it fully charged, hopefully it will continue working as well as it did last night. Because, oh my goodness, did it work last night! For the first time in weeks I wasn't in pain, felt totally calm and relaxed, and I slept like a dream. I had no problem getting up this morning. Even though I only got 6 hours, it was 6 ethereal hours of blissful rest. The perfect start to a good day. I woke in a great mood.


I had to check my ego at work today, and that rarely happens, but I have no problem doing so when the necessity arises. Usually, I don't get told what to do. It's understood that I know exactly what I'm supposed to be doing, and generally I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. I rarely stand around doing nothing, because that just makes the day drag by slower. Today, the only thing really needing to get done was the cotton panty bar. The rest of the store was well recovered, bra walls filled, it was slow, so the few customers in the store had been helped or were self-shopping. I knew I needed to start working on the panty bar... but instead of letting me do my thing, Crystal TOLD me to go work on the panty bar. There is a 100% chance I will be salty as fuck if you tell me what to do (especially when I already know what I need to do). Crystal has been with the company all of 2 years, but she's definitely looking to move up. She's nice, I like her, but her upward mobility can make her bossy at times. I don't like being told what to do. She's in a TAP role at the moment, which is what gives her the power to tell me what to do. I did it, but it put me in a bit of testy mood. I definitely had to work myself through an attitude adjustment, but once I did, I went back to having a good day. Damn, I'm fucking tired of folding underwear. I don't even want to know how many pairs of panties I've folded in over 10 years. Too damn many, that's how many.

I had an important revelation at work today, and it was actually a coworker (a very NON vegan coworker) who pointed it out to me. Deb noticed that I've lost some weight. She was telling me how concerned she is about her husband because he's been putting on weight, to the point of it impacting his health. We got to talking about a plant-based diet and the health benefits. I mentioned to her that I've been tracking my intake in S Health and every week I'm consistently 300-500 calories OVER the weight loss zone (I'm hitting my maintenance caloric intake on the nose, basically), and yet I still seem to be losing 1-2 pounds every week. No extreme workouts. No caloric deprivation. She flat out said "it's because of what you're eating, not how much". Boom. Mind blown. Not that this was the first time I've heard of this phenomenon. This is just the first time I've seen it in action, actually working. Calories aren't all the same. A calorie isn't a calorie, like we've always been taught. It does matter what you eat. Living a vegan lifestyle is not only the most compassionate choice for the animals, or the most responsible choice for the planet, it's agreeing with my body on so many levels. Even if you don't give a shit about animal welfare, it's great self-care, being vegan.

I'm ready to go to sleep, but I've still got 45 minutes until Snookums gets home, and it's an unspoken expectation that I wait up for him. It's tough when I open all the time. But I'll try...




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