I think I'm losing weight. o_o;
Jun. 22nd, 2006 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meitantei_cjI mentioned I haven't been eating lunch at work, right? Just having a 16oz bottle of Nesquik chocolate milk every morning and dinner when I get home? I got on the scale last week sometime. I was a certain weight. Okay, fine. Not where I want to be, but I know I'm up in that range anyway, right?
I got on it again last night. I was roughly six pounds less. This makes me very happy. I've done nothing but steadily gain weight on this stupid job. About twenty pounds of it, I'd say.
This isn't totally because of the lunch-skipping, but I think that's playing a damn big part in it. But I walk fast, and jog up and down the stairs of the subway. I guess that's making up for not using the treadmill, which I think I might use tomorrow morning before work.
Still, don't care. Weight loss is good. Twenty pounds and I'll be happy. Doubtful, the way I eat, but if the scale's just not acting stupid and I really did lose six pounds, then I can lose it that way. All about calories, I think. I don't eat the best foods for lunch at work. Maybe if we can find some decent freaking grapes, I'll bring some to work to nibble on throughout the day.
Jo said I'm gonna melt away. XD Then again, she thought I was losing weight when I most certainly was not.
Ah, jobs. Speaking of that, I got a call from a woman with SUNY College of Optometry. For an interview. Next Tuesday morning. That's right. Same day as the one for the job in TCD. I told her I had an interview already, and I wouldn't be able to make it to HER interview. She said she'd call me back if they have any other interview days. As soon as I hung up the phone, I realized what an UTTER IDIOT I am. See, that college, or its office anyway, is on 42nd Street. 42nd between 5th and 6th. You know what that means? That means the whole thing about having to get to the Port Authority depot wouldn't matter a bit. It'd be a matter of walking a couple blocks. It would've been a perfect location. Hell, if I wanted to, I could commute between there and the house. If I wanted to stay behind while Mom went home one Sunday, I could just get on the bus from Hawley. (... Once I get my driver's license and can actually drive myself down there.)
Hoping she'll call back, say there's another date they're holding interviews on. According to Jo and Tas, the women who work in TCD are some of the crabbiest women ever. And I'm a fairly cheerful person, but if they're gonna be like that, I can't guarantee they won't drag me down with them. Though, that's the good thing about interviews... if you get the job, you don't have to take the job. I can just look around and see who I'd be working with.
I got on it again last night. I was roughly six pounds less. This makes me very happy. I've done nothing but steadily gain weight on this stupid job. About twenty pounds of it, I'd say.
This isn't totally because of the lunch-skipping, but I think that's playing a damn big part in it. But I walk fast, and jog up and down the stairs of the subway. I guess that's making up for not using the treadmill, which I think I might use tomorrow morning before work.
Still, don't care. Weight loss is good. Twenty pounds and I'll be happy. Doubtful, the way I eat, but if the scale's just not acting stupid and I really did lose six pounds, then I can lose it that way. All about calories, I think. I don't eat the best foods for lunch at work. Maybe if we can find some decent freaking grapes, I'll bring some to work to nibble on throughout the day.
Jo said I'm gonna melt away. XD Then again, she thought I was losing weight when I most certainly was not.
Ah, jobs. Speaking of that, I got a call from a woman with SUNY College of Optometry. For an interview. Next Tuesday morning. That's right. Same day as the one for the job in TCD. I told her I had an interview already, and I wouldn't be able to make it to HER interview. She said she'd call me back if they have any other interview days. As soon as I hung up the phone, I realized what an UTTER IDIOT I am. See, that college, or its office anyway, is on 42nd Street. 42nd between 5th and 6th. You know what that means? That means the whole thing about having to get to the Port Authority depot wouldn't matter a bit. It'd be a matter of walking a couple blocks. It would've been a perfect location. Hell, if I wanted to, I could commute between there and the house. If I wanted to stay behind while Mom went home one Sunday, I could just get on the bus from Hawley. (... Once I get my driver's license and can actually drive myself down there.)
Hoping she'll call back, say there's another date they're holding interviews on. According to Jo and Tas, the women who work in TCD are some of the crabbiest women ever. And I'm a fairly cheerful person, but if they're gonna be like that, I can't guarantee they won't drag me down with them. Though, that's the good thing about interviews... if you get the job, you don't have to take the job. I can just look around and see who I'd be working with.
