I'm just your average, everyday, divorced 38 year old girl -- overweight, tragically unhip,
and trying to make a life for myself. I live with two furry beasts, Dave and Abby, whose
feline mission in life is to choke me with their fur. Nothing special.
Friday afternoon. I feel the need to come here to write although I don't know that I have anything worth saying.
Work is stressful (although I know it's primarily me that's causing the stress with my procrastination). Junior League has too much going on and is stressful. Things on Alcott's case (he has at least two court hearings a year just to make sure he's on track) are getting ugly and stressful. Not talking to TCB about things that are bothering me is stressful. So, I'm stressed. I just read in Glamour that one way to flatten your tummy is to work on your stress levels because stress produces some hormone that helps fat settle on your abdomen. Swell, because I so need the help in that area!
I have so many things demanding my attention and I just want to go into hibernation mode (except for work, of course). And I can't do that. Well, I could, but I'm nearing 40 and I don't have the energy to rebuild my life one more time after I wreck it just so that I can be alone so that I can focus on myself (and my health) guilt-free because that's the only way that I know how to lose weight. Well, unless you could when I was married, but my marriage was disintegrating and I used the exercising as a way to stay alone. My God, what a mess I am!
As I read some of these entries, I think the two of you that are left after this latest little fit of pique must have a picture of a girl barely clinging to reality and wandering around like Sad Sack. Funny thing is that you'd never know I was the writer of this journal if you met me in real life. I am held to be pretty successful at work - happy and productive, a real go-getter with my two Junior League committees, and one of the most dedicated CASAs ever. And I am. All of them. I'm also a stressed out individual endangering my health with every bite I (over) eat, every step I don't take, and every evening spent watching mindless television instead of yoga or meditation or reading or something even remotely healthy.
It's raining, it's cold, and I want to go home. I am the only manager here today, so I think I shall do just that once I finish meeting with the outside recruiter in 9 minutes. Life is not all gloomy!
Tuesday morning. I got to vote for a new Congressman this morning - woohoo! Yes, that's right, I live in the district where we had the "Most Corrupt Congressman Ever". I feel so warm and happy just thinking on it. So, I voted before work this morning and will be attending a Junior League meeting tonight where I will recruit members for thecommittee I'll be co-chairing next year. It's a very political day for me. (I love that!)
If you're in California's 50th congressional district, don't forget to get out and vote before 8pm tonight. If you don't know where your polling place is, go here. Remember, vote early and often!!!
