I'm a 29 year old living in Richmond, VA. I graduated college at 404.9 pounds and decided I needed a change. I lost 170 pounds but I let crazy work schedules and a cycle of frustration with gaining weight and giving up on the gym and running get in the way and gained a bit of the weight back. Now I'm at 90 pounds lost but I will get back to 170 lost and surpass that!
I'm taking back and regaining control of my life, one decision at a time.
Taking Back Elaine
Tomorrow I start my dream job. The job I’ve dreamed about doing for the last 5 years. I can’t believe it’s actually here.
I’m excited and nervous and anxious and what the crap am I going to wear???
But I’m ready.
I’m ready to start down this path. Ready to see where this leads and how it shapes my life. Exciting and awesome thing are happening.
I’m sitting here at the nail salon getting a mani/pedi because I feel like I deserve it. I also know it calms me down. It’s familiar and it make me feel pretty.
These 4 days “off” or FUNemployment or time before my new job, whatever you choose to call it has been nice. I got to see my parents, get some much needed new clothes for my new job (hello blazers), a little sleep and relaxation, stopped in Durham to see Ronnie and Deana yesterday on my way back. It’s been nice.
But I started getting a little nervous this morning. Out of nowhere. Part of me feels ridiculous for feeling nervous - the people seem great, they’ve been nothing but nice this far, I’ve even has soon-to-be coworkers “friend” me on LinkedIn. I think they’re excited for me to start work too. But then I start thinking, what if they’re excited because they have these super high expectations of me and I can’t live up to them? Why if I’m horrible at this - my dream job? I don’t like the idea of letting people down.
I’m trying to keep realistic expectations.
It’s weird that I’m nervous now - I haven’t been nervous up til now. I’ve felt like its the right move for me. And I still do. So, really, I just need to chill the crap out and relax. These people hire people for a living. If they didn’t think I was right, they wouldn’t have offered me the job. As long as I go in there, give 100% and just be myself, there’s nothing else I can do, right?
The rest of the day consists of grocery shopping and food prepping, washing my sheets (nothing like getting into fresh sheets on the eve of a fresh, new start), and then a dinner party where I get to meet people.
Plenty to distract me.
Happy to be done.
And then my dad came outside and asked if I wanted to walk a loop around the neighborhood.
Well, sure. Why not. Extra miles never hurt anyone.
Summary.
Although it’s missing 2 minutes of running and 3 minutes of walking at the beginning because run keeper couldn’t find a signal at the start.
This was run 2 minutes walk 4 for 30 minutes. And damn of every run on the first half wasn’t up a freaking hill. You can tell from the elevation, there isn’t a lick of flat real estate in my parents neighborhood. It slowed me down a bit but I’m happy with what I did.
People have had some interesting things to say to my previous post about the Boston bomber being buried in Virginia.
One thing that’s great about here, and this world, is that everyone is allowed to their opinion. And I’m thankful for those that shares theirs. I appreciate everyone’s responses and I respect your opinion and what you have to say. I think people have good points, on both sides.
Thanks for sharing, y’all!
I just read on the news that our (Virginia’s) governor granted permission for one of the Boston bombers to be buried here. In fact, he’s buried about 30 miles north of Richmond.
I’m sorry but he (and his brother) did a horrific act, injured and killed innocent people. To me, that says you shouldn’t be buried on this land.
It infuriates me to know someone that horrible is buried just right up the road. Sorry, but when you do something like that, I don’t think you have rights and should get anything “proper” in your death.
I know, I know. I’m not a political blog but I just couldn’t NOT say something about this.
