Going Wild (Drssgchic) page 138

[drssgchic]

No exit e-mails? What's that? I just sent an e-mail to a few friends letting them know it was my last day.

[naiadknight]

Oh, nevermind. A couple companies I've worked for have banned good-byee-mails by company policy; one actually would withhold certain things if they found out you did. I thought you got caught by that because of "What I wish..."

[drssgchic]

Oh dear god. Really? That's horrible.

I'm allowed to send one. I just went with one that was, ah, less honest than this one

[Mud Flinger]

Congrats on moving on. Many people (probably most) are too scared to make a big change like that. Here's to a much happier future filled with your priorities and much authentic success!

[drssgchic]

Thanks, Mud Flinger. I have to admit that a big part of why I'm changing is because I don't have any choice in the matter. I can't stay here. But that takes some of the fear out of banking on me healing in the future to make this change work. I mean, it's assured failure, or possible failure. Logic says to go with possible failure, since that allows for possible success.

*fingers crossed*

[IcarianVX]

http://i.imgur.com/0Eq5c.png

What I wish I could have sent out as my goodbye today.

Fuck yeah.

[drssgchic]

Hi, folks!

I have neither curled up and died nor joined a commune that doesn't have internet access. Although, now that I think about it, that might be something to contemplate for the future . . . However, my brain was on hiatus for a couple of months, so I pretty much wasn't talking to anyone. It's been fun (please read that with sarcasm) to watch TV and work on my Jabba the Hutt imitation. These days, all I'm missing is a slave Leia for a perfect replication.

My brain has been showing signs of life, again, and there's nothing like going to visit your friend the Zumba instructor to realize exactly how much muscle you've lost. (I love my friend. She's evil for suggesting not only that I get up in the AM, but that I do so AND go exercise.) I've also made a couple of people laugh when I mentioned that going to visit family for Thanksgiving might be a good time to get back on the food wagon. However, when your parents are almost wheat-free and they have a thriving winter garden, it's not as strange as it seems. I just have to watch Grandma's blueberry pie The stop in Maryland to visit friends is turning into a farewell tour of what I shouldn't eat. Bar appetizers and strawberry daqueries. Pizza tonight. (Homemade- probably worth the fallout even if my eating was something other than appalling.)

At the moment, I'm pushing 260# and we're looking at close to zero muscle mass. Two miles on a fairly flat trail is a bit of a challenge these days. I have a lot of work to do to undo the damage I've done and then to actually finish getting down to the 150#s and being strong enough to be really functional (goals to be specified at a future date).

As for other goals, when I get home, I need to start applying to jobs. I think I'll try a temp firm for a while. I don't care enough about anything just now to dive into a real job, and a temp agency should give me a chance to see a fair number of different options. Being canned from the restaurant is probably the universe's way of telling me I'm really, really not cut out for customer service already! I also need to get horses back in my life one way or another. There's a rescue I want to check out, but even if that doesn't work, I will find something that does. They DO keep me stable, and I need to stop forgetting that. On the train back East, I started working on my 50 Shades of Twilight project again. Sadly enough, after re-reading 50 Shades, Twilight seemed well written

I should also be on here a bit more. Probably not living on here, since unemployment allows me to kill time with TV instead, but I'll be around more than I have been.

Icarian- I approve of the new avatar

[bloodorchid]

welcome home!

[RaeVynn]

You've been missed! Glad you are back.

[cori93437]

Hey girl...