Well, it’s Monday again. *yawn*
I got into work late this morning. I decided to have a snoozle. I’d
been doing some work over the weekend, so I more than have the flexi
hours to cover it. I was feeling a bit down this morning, see. I’m not
sure why, but maybe it’s just ‘one of those days’.
I have my first Fatclub weigh-in tonight. I don’t feel as if I’ve lost
any weight, but I’ve been sticking to the diet. So I’ll see tonight if
it has worked. My aim is to get down to a certain BMI so that I can
put my name on the waiting list for a breast reduction on the NHS.
Local policy is that I need to be under a certain BMI for them to
consider me. So that’s what I’m doing. It’s also good to eat
healthier. So I guess it will do me good in a few ways.
The first few days though were a nightmare! Really dodgy tummy I had.
I got stuck in Tescos toilets for half an hour at one point. Not nice
at all! But it seems to have calmed down a little now. *fingers
I have my first individual therapy appointment tomorrow. I’m not sure
what’s going to happen. But I have a few things that I think I could
bring up that I’d like to talk about. See if he has any novel ideas on
ways to deal with certain things.
I also have my first meeting with my new boss tomorrow morning. To
talk about.. Well.. My job I suppose. I’m a bit nervous. I’m still
finding it really hard to look her in the eyes and be ‘ok’ about
everything. I suppose it’s because I’m a bit embarrassed. She got the
job, so automatically she’s better than me. I’m really nervous about
it all. Having to learn to go to her and talk to her about stuff. Do I
have to tell her about my depression? I’ll have to give SOME excuse
for going off for therapy appointments.
I suppose I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.