I have learned a couple of valuable lessons this past few months.
1. Unfortunately for me, if I don't obsess about my eating and weight, shit gets mad out of control.
This may be sound stupid and simplistic, so let me explain. For a while I thought that if I just quit worrying about it, my weight would stay the same as when I worry constantly, but seemingly do nothing. Turns out I was really, really wrong. My constant worry must have been translating to some kind of holding pattern because not worrying about it has resulted in a much worse physical situation than before.
I don't have the guts to weigh myself right now, but I am pretty sure that I have put on at least a new 20 pounds since this summer.
2. If you lose your job suddenly and you have good qualifications, something will come along eventually.
But this means you have to have patience. Lots and lots and lots of patience. No one wanted anything to do with me for months and then all of a sudden I had a bunch of opportunities as once.
And of course, I now wish that I would have been working out constantly and eating really well like my husband advised me to... ah retrospect.
So, for now, I am back at work and I am going back to my obsessive ways.
My newest idea is to eat like I have had weight loss surgery without having had it...
We'll see what that yeilds.
