So much has happened. Let's do a little quickie:
I quit my job! This is momentous! I worked at [Healthcare Company] for over three years, and, in June, I was like, "I'm bored! Work is lame! The Man can suck it!" So...I put in my three weeks notice (an extra week cuz I"m so generous) and, in the first week of July, I said goodbye to my job forever.
What have I been doing in the meantime?
Going to the pool. Seriously guys, I'm so effin' tan. You should see my knees. Yes, my knees. For some reason they tan a wee bit more than the rest of my bod, and they are now 9/10 African American. Cade, Bestie, (that would be Whit) and I go usually 4-5 times a week and soak up the vitamin D. It's been glorious. :)
I've also just been having a really fun time being a stay at home mama and focusing on mommy-hood. Cade's never really had a chance to have his mama home full-time. I went IP at CFC when he was four months old, and then when I got out, I started working right away, so the little guy has never had a real chance to hear his mama in the morning say, "Whaddya want for breakfast, kid, and don't make it anything hard like OATMEAL or PANCAKES ...What? You want cereal? Coming right up!" ...And, I think he's really loving it too, though I'll admit he misses going to my sister's house to be babysat every day because her kids are his besties and he misses his "fwiends" (and pancakes). But all in all life in our little house on the prairie is going swell. (Although the downside to staying at home all day? THE CLEANING. OH.MY.YUCK.)
ED-wise, I'm doing fricktastic. "Frick" meaning I've gained a lot of weight and am kinda sorta panicking about that maybe a leeeetttle, and "tastic" being that I know it's a great! and fabulous! and wonderful! and necessary! thing. It royally sucks bizalls though; my treatment team gave me an ultimatum about 3 weeks ago that entailed me HAVING to gain the rest of my weight by September 1st or else this chick is CANNED. Fired. Finito. Done.
I was so pissed. It's not like I was deathly underweight or anything, we're talking I was under by only a few ell bees, so to be given an ultimatum was kind of embarrassing. But my therapist was getting tired of me gaining a little, then losing a little, so, she said, quite bluntly, and I quote, "SHIT OR GET OFF THE CAN."
So I'm shitting.
I mean this literally. I'm drinking over 2000 cals a day in Boost on Steroids ALONE. My metabo is so revved up I'm pizooing like TWICE A DAY. It's INSANITY.
I think I decided to start blogging again because, yeah, I miss you guys, but you know what I think I miss even more? Writing. Holy moly with some guacamole I miss sitting at my laptop and letting the words just flow outta me. Writing is soooooo therapeutic for me, and I think I lose touch with part of myself when I stop writing. And, the support I get from all of you is HUGE. You guys seriously give me like a little more than half the self-esteem I've got. You're da raddest.
So I'm back. I missed you. Let's hug and never part again, m'kay?