Winning Week

Despite my complaints over the past week about my work, my health, and so on, overall this week has been kind of amazing. Maybe I shouldn't start my "list of amazing" by mentioning weight loss, but because my scale has been stuck for the last few weeks and finally moved, I will. Yesterday was weigh-day, and I weighed in three and a half pounds lighter. I've been trying really hard to plan my meals and be prepared -- and to stay away from unhealthy foods. I suppose no food is inherently unhealthy -- although as I type that, foods like deep-fried Twinkies come to mind, along with corn dogs and other atrocities that don't appeal to me even a little -- but it's mostly how much you indulge and when. I guess. You'd think that, after I've spent most of my life either trying to lose or to maintain my weight that I'd have a good understanding of the finer points of nutrition and fitness. Perhaps I do, and I simply choose to ignore them. Whatever. This week I'm winning the battle.

A week ago, I didn't know I would have another class and the additional income it brings. Nor was I sure that my new coaching client would keep her appointment. Not only did she call at the appointed time, but also she scheduled for the same time next week. I've paid little attention to life coaching since I went back into teaching, but I really enjoyed my session with the young woman today, and I feel like I helped her. She must think so too if she wants to go another round. Actually, we'll probably be meeting every week (by phone) for the next few months at least.

Also, just two days ago, none of us knew that my youngest son would finally find a job. This is big news! I've been covering him on his rent and other expenses since he graduated, and while I know he appreciates it, I also know he hasn't been happy to have to rely on me for that. Now he can support himself. Even though his job isn't in his field, it's an interesting position, one NOT in retail (something he was really hoping to avoid). On Monday I told him that finding a job was his job, that he needed to spend "normal business hours" looking for work online or in person. By Tuesday he had a second interview; by Wednesday, he had a job. Yesterday I told him I was proud of him. Tonight after my coaching session, I texted him and said we were both kicking this week's butt. Good times, good times.