It’s been a long time since I’ve hated a job.
Just last year, I loved my job. This year, I hate it. Thanks, new boss! Hating my job is stressful. It’s been an incredibly long time since I’ve dreaded going in to work. I’m the girl who arrives an hour early, remember? And I still do… but the entire time I’m getting ready, I dread getting there.
My last post was about how much I dislike my new boss so I don’t want to let him monopolize this one as well but… this is what is going on in my life. It impacts everything in my life. I’m passionate about what I do and so, when someone screws with that, it really sets me back. I have no energy when I come home. So… I don’t work out. What do I do instead? Oh yeah, I eat. That coping mechanism I’ve known since I was all of 3 years old rears its ugly head again.
To make matters more complicated, I’m having some issues with my gluteus medius. It hurts a lot. It hurts when I sit too long. It hurts when I bend at the waist. It hurts when I maneuver around in certain ways. And obviously, this makes me want to work out less also. Not working out leads to negative body imagine and weight gain.
Weight gain leads to me hating myself. Ok, I don’t actually hate myself…. but I do hate my body right now.
I really need to do something about that.
At least the cookies are doing well