It has been a fun day, here in the sauna.
It started off with no breakfast and an 8:30 a.m. trip to the doctor. I have hypothyroidism, so I have to go in for blood work every few months and to prove once again that despite being fat, I am otherwise pretty healthy. Blood pressure was 120/80 - possibly the only normal thing about me. I had lost 13 lbs. since the last checkup. WOO HOO! Only a couple hundred more to go. ;-)
I have turned an important corner in the food consumption department. I no longer deeply crave every fattening, nastily high calorie food in the universe. Now, I keep a bag of raw walnuts next to my computer and I grab a handful every time I feel weak from hunger and I am too lazy to walk downstairs. I have a container of lemonade in the fridge that I take a swig from occasionally when I want fruit juice - but only a swig, not more than maybe a tablespoon full. I crave lemonade in the summer. I ate half of a small bag of Lay's potato chips at lunch, but I was celebrating my weight loss, and it was only 7 carbs. I am trying to stay below 25 carbs a day, but I am not obsessing over it.
I feel better. I am moving better. I am drinking gallons of water every day.
Anyway, you get the idea. I will not be making this into a dieting blog.
Now on to the source of greatest anxiety - The Job Hunt.
I met with a recruiter this afternoon. She is a one-woman show and she works out of her very modern and fashionable apartment in downtown Atlanta. She is about my age. I liked her. I rarely like recruiters. I view them as a necessary evil in the legal world. I have been sent on so many idiotic interviews by recruiters that I am very wary of them now. She promised not to send me on stupid interviews. Here's an example of what I won't ever do again, hopefully:
I was once sent on an interview by a recruiter who was very vague about the job, although it was at a very well-known and prestigious law firm. I get to the interview and I am finally told the truth. There is a literally an entire warehouse full of documents and they need to be organized and bates labeled and indexed. I stayed and chatted with the folks for a while, but not long. The complete horror must have shown on my face. That job was my idea of hell.
The job today sounded pretty decent, which is why I was willing to schlep downtown in 90+ degree weather and horrible humidity. Keep your fingers crossed, or pray, or whatever.
Michael and Alesia spent the afternoon at the pool. I made Michael sit around for 30 minutes and let the sunscreen soak in before he could go. I read somewhere you're supposed to do that. I didn't know. Hopefully today he won't come home reddish brown again.
Lots going on this weekend. Stay tuned.
