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brightbluegirlThis was a good "weekend".
Monday night, while walking down to the co-op, we practiced visualizing me getting a job offer for the beginning of September.
When we got to the co-op, I found $20 in the salad greens!
Laugh all you want, but I really felt as if that was a sign from the Universe "Positive Imaging *IS* going to get you what you want, keep doing it!".
We practiced the visualizing more each day on the weekend, and from now on we're going to visualize every day.
Anyone who'd like to visualize me getting a job, please do! My visualizing is for a "good" job (one that is challenging but enjoyable, preferably in Quality Assurance, and team lead positions are ok), paying ~$60 000/year Canadian, with good benefits, in a city that's good for Andrew and school (so, Vancouver, Edmonton, Toronto, Kitchener-Waterloo, Montreal, perhaps St. Catharines (so I don't give up on that possible job from the eccentric millionaire rotary club guy) ).
Cam gave me the email address of a guy at a consulting agency that got him his current contract. I emailed him, and he sounds interested in working with me, so I believe I'll call him next week. I'm keeping on keeping on.
We really didn't do much this weekend, and I'm glad for that. It was relaxing. I kept eating too damn much though. Andrew has been wanting rhubarb, so I made him some rhubarb squares on Wednesday. We finished the WHOLE ENTIRE PAN. He ate more than I did, but I still ate far too many.
I've gained 3 pounds, which may or may not be water (I'm leaning towards not), and I've been eating poorly, but I'm still having good body image days.
As of today I'm back on my diet. It'll probably be kind of loosely defined on our vacation, but I'd like to be strict at least until then.
My mother sent me running clothes to celebrate hitting the 20 lb loss mark. They're from a "regular" sized store, everything is a large (not even an extra large), there's a sports bra, tank top, and running shorts, and EVERYTHING FITS! The shorts are tight, but I'm pretty sure they're supposed to be. Aren't running shorts usually tight? They're comfortable, anyway, and that's the most important.
I tried on the clothes yesterday, and looked in the mirror, and I looked so FINE. It is SO nice to wear clothes that are my size! Nothing I have is my size, because I want to save all my clothing money for just before I start my job - that way I'll look good for work, and I'll be able to buy clothes that fit me then, and not have to buy new clothes AGAIN.
But in the meantime, when I want an idea of what I really look like, I can put on my new running clothes.
My mother is so proud of me for losing this weight. Andrew told me that when she came to visit for Christmas, all she did was talk about how proud she is of me for other reasons, but in some ways I feel like she's most proud of me for this, and that is a little defeating. I don't know. Weight-loss is not by a LONG shot the most spectacular thing I've done. Even my bachelor degree is more important than this.
Then again, this has been harder to accomplish than my degree.
Monday night, while walking down to the co-op, we practiced visualizing me getting a job offer for the beginning of September.
When we got to the co-op, I found $20 in the salad greens!
Laugh all you want, but I really felt as if that was a sign from the Universe "Positive Imaging *IS* going to get you what you want, keep doing it!".
We practiced the visualizing more each day on the weekend, and from now on we're going to visualize every day.
Anyone who'd like to visualize me getting a job, please do! My visualizing is for a "good" job (one that is challenging but enjoyable, preferably in Quality Assurance, and team lead positions are ok), paying ~$60 000/year Canadian, with good benefits, in a city that's good for Andrew and school (so, Vancouver, Edmonton, Toronto, Kitchener-Waterloo, Montreal, perhaps St. Catharines (so I don't give up on that possible job from the eccentric millionaire rotary club guy) ).
Cam gave me the email address of a guy at a consulting agency that got him his current contract. I emailed him, and he sounds interested in working with me, so I believe I'll call him next week. I'm keeping on keeping on.
We really didn't do much this weekend, and I'm glad for that. It was relaxing. I kept eating too damn much though. Andrew has been wanting rhubarb, so I made him some rhubarb squares on Wednesday. We finished the WHOLE ENTIRE PAN. He ate more than I did, but I still ate far too many.
I've gained 3 pounds, which may or may not be water (I'm leaning towards not), and I've been eating poorly, but I'm still having good body image days.
As of today I'm back on my diet. It'll probably be kind of loosely defined on our vacation, but I'd like to be strict at least until then.
My mother sent me running clothes to celebrate hitting the 20 lb loss mark. They're from a "regular" sized store, everything is a large (not even an extra large), there's a sports bra, tank top, and running shorts, and EVERYTHING FITS! The shorts are tight, but I'm pretty sure they're supposed to be. Aren't running shorts usually tight? They're comfortable, anyway, and that's the most important.
I tried on the clothes yesterday, and looked in the mirror, and I looked so FINE. It is SO nice to wear clothes that are my size! Nothing I have is my size, because I want to save all my clothing money for just before I start my job - that way I'll look good for work, and I'll be able to buy clothes that fit me then, and not have to buy new clothes AGAIN.
But in the meantime, when I want an idea of what I really look like, I can put on my new running clothes.
My mother is so proud of me for losing this weight. Andrew told me that when she came to visit for Christmas, all she did was talk about how proud she is of me for other reasons, but in some ways I feel like she's most proud of me for this, and that is a little defeating. I don't know. Weight-loss is not by a LONG shot the most spectacular thing I've done. Even my bachelor degree is more important than this.
Then again, this has been harder to accomplish than my degree.
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Date: 2003-07-24 09:26 am (UTC)congrats on the weightloss AND keeping it off.
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Date: 2003-07-24 12:36 pm (UTC)And thankyou and thankyou. :-)
I want you to know that you are an inspiration to me. Even if 5:30am isn't working so well for me yet. :P
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Date: 2003-07-24 11:50 am (UTC)Hey, when I drop some weight my mom is always sooo supportive and it makes me feel odd. Like I don't want her to make a big deal about it or like I'll disappoint her if I don't lose more or something. I wonder why she is so focused on my weight.
Now, that said, it's probably all my weirdness. But you posting about your mom made me realize it.
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Date: 2003-07-24 12:43 pm (UTC)Yeah, I think when she's really supportive of me like that it makes me feel like she thought I was so horribly ugly by being overweight or something, and is overly supportive because she's so happy I'm fixing my "problem". It also makes me feel that she has completely bought into the media-defined ideal of a thin-beautiful woman, that not-thin is nothing.
But on the other hand, she's supportive of lots of things I do, and she loves me, and I can use all the support I can get.