How strange...today is exactly 9 months to the day since my first blog! A lot has happened and I've meant to keep this going, but apparently, whether it's online or in paper form, I just can't keep a journal...
Since my last entry...
I have started working at Intermountain Healthcare in Human Resources: Recruiting. I've been there for just over six months now and it's been great. I LOVE the people I work with. They make me laugh everyday and they get me through the hard times. I feel bad that I'm not always "funshine bear" at work, but it's been pretty stressful at times, and I do let it get to me sometimes. The work itself is easy, it's just that there's so much of it that I feel like I barely have time to breath and sometimes I have to tear myself away, just to go use the facilities... it's not that I'm a work-aholic, it's just that I care so much about how I do my job that I take things a little to personally. I know I need to just chill out, but that's easier said than done!!
My oldest sister, Rebecca, joined the Peace Corps and moved to Chonqing, China! She will be there for about two years and we all miss her terribly. I don't know where she gets such an adventurous spirit! I guess from my dad, he loved to go out and explore, but he mostly did that in nature and usually on the same continent! In any case, I really admire her fortitude and adaptability. I don't think I have it in me to do something like that. One thing I love though, is living it vicariously, in a way. I love reading about her experiences and seeing her pictures. I may not be learning everything first hand, or by trial and error, like she is, but I do feel as though I am experiencing it with her... on some small level, anyway.
My mom was hoping to sell her house and move to Arizona, which is still her plan, but it doesn't look like the housing market, i.e., the economy in general, is doing well enough to make that happen. But I'm sure it will when it's the right time. For the time being she's started a new job (at a dialysis company) and I think it will be a great thing for her. They even have a branch in Mesa, AZ.... hmmm... how odd... :)
Mishka is working and thinking about school. She has lots of plans, so it's really just a matter of time before things start happening for her. I have to say I am SOOOO proud of her! She has quit eating sugar, and for anyone that knows her, that's a BIG deal!! She's been "clean" for about three months now and doing awesome! She's doing better than me right now and I know it will make a huge difference in her life!
I think sugar is EVIL!!! Everytime I eat it I get anxious and panicky. I think it's like a poison to me that messes with my mood and brain chemistry. I do pretty good staying away from it, but every once in a while I fold and give in, and then I regret it for a week afterward!
I don't know how I am going to do this on my trip. Usually a vacation means, throw all caution to the wind and live "la vida loca," but this time, I really don't want to do that. I really want to eat as healthy as possible. Mostly because I want to actually enjoy the trip! By the way, did I tell you that I'm going to Washington D.C. this week? I am going with my friend Kat Samson to visit another friend we used to work with and her husband, Michelle and Lauretz Peterson. They moved out there about a year and a half ago and I've been wanting to go see them. I'm glad that it finally worked out!! I will take as many pictures as I can and put them up on my flikr page. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/28687426@N04/)
I was born in Virginia and we moved when I was two so I don't remember anything about it. If we can I would like to try to go see where we used to live. I'm mostly curious to see if it will bring back any memories...
I know this is totally moronic, but I'm actually afraid of the plane ride. Not the plane itself or anything. It's just that I've been thinking about it more the closer I get to leaving (tomorrow) and I'm worried that I won't fit in the seats... I know this is totally irrational. I've flown before when I was at 310 pounds and I freaked out everytime because I thought for sure they would throw me off the plane, or at the very least, make me buy another ticket or something. I know I've lost about 60 pounds, but I'm still worried... I don't want to be humiliated that way, even though I haven't been and I was much heavier, I still feel that anxiety. Like I said, I know it's irrational, but I can't help it.
I'm just going to try to focus on being with friends and having fun!
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