Starting Point

So after a week of 'Kablaam! Here's some bloggage' I've given you all the silent treatment. Truth is, I'd not spent much time in a happy place these last few weeks. And I don't want to whine about all the is bothering me, because whining won't get me anywhere.

So I slumped through it and I'm back! It helped to have three days off last week ;)

Hmm...a starting point. Well, there are a couple of things on the go right now.

1. I've started back at Weight Watchers. Even with the changes to its program, it's what I know best and and can most easily pop back into. And I need to pop back into something, or I'll start popping out of everything.

(I should note that my starting weight Tuesday morning was 174.4, because this will be the base from which I record my progress).

2. I went to the gym a couple of times over the last few weeks, and those couple of times have been more than I've done in the last few months. Still, they felt like do-it-cuz-it's-better-than-nothing trips. I had a better workout on Monday (despite pulling a muscle my back) and plan to be right back to it shortly.

3. I'm going to school! It's not a full-time dilly ticket to get me out of my unhappy place at work, but I feel it's a good step to get things in order for the long run. I'm taking a four-course certificate to acheive the status of Payroll Compliance Practitioner. I hope that it'll help me get the type of job that will run into Comp & Benefits in the long term, and there's not a payroll job out there that I can apply to without it.

Things are looking up!

Someone shoot me, please.

Today's blog title is brought to you by the ever decreasing desire to walk into my office and put on a happy face. The feeling of being undervalued and thought of to be useless is translating into actually feeling useless as I have very little work to do. Granted, I'm not asking for more. When you demonstrate that you feel I am not worth investing in, then you only get out of me what you ask of me.

On the education front, last week's research into schooling for a Registered Dietitian took a very quick nose dive. The requirements to apply to the regulatory college start with four years of university, followed by a one-year, highly competitive unpaid internship or a masters degree.

I was willing to sink myself into some further debt for this, but there's one big issue with the timeline: I do want to have babies at some point. If I took the schooling I'd be about 37 and $100,000 (way more than I'm willing to put forth) in debt when I'm done. And I refuse to have babies if I can't provide them a good life.

So, square one it is. I haven't given up on the job hunt. I really hope to have something in short order, but history has proven that it would be dangerous to hold my breath. And, as I find the time between that, getting my health and fitness back on track, and planning a wedding, I will try to look at other routes of education and their possible outcomes.


In the meantime, I'm having a date with a bottle of wine.