This “being healthy” crap is kicking my butt. I’m constantly thinking about food. I drove past Sonic today and they had Sonic Blasts on their electronic billboard. I almost ran my car off the road staring at it.
If anyone (besides perhaps my heart and lungs) is benefitting from this no-sugar, low-carb, no-smoking, exercising bullshit it would have to be Kizzie. I do think she misses her morning sugar fix although I was mildly surprised that she has really taken to bran flakes with banana.
We’re getting out and walking though, and that really makes her happy. Unfortunately, it reminds me that the only thing I’ve ever taught Kizzie is how to sit. Every person, dog, squirrel, cat, strange looking bush, and car we pass, she pulls and pulls.
My sister and her boyfriend have previously mentioned that my dog can’t walk on a leash. I always said she can. What I’m hoping is that she’ll “remember” after we keep it up for awhile. Either that or I’ll start doing that “shh-shh” thing that my sister does with her dog. Surely Kizzie will automatically recognize me as the alpha-dog and the female version of the Dog Whisperer. There’s nothing else that comes with that trick, is there?
Part of me feels better now that I’m working on my health…the other part just feels deprived:
What do you mean that I can’t eat ice cream every day?
That donut is healthy…it has blueberries in it.
Oatmeal creme pies are the ultimate breakfast food. It’s OATMEAL. Seriously.
I can handle the walking, the not smoking, the watching the carbs…but somewhere along the line, I’ve become really addicted to SUGAR. I can’t even walk past the vending machine at work because I’m afraid I’ll break the glass and rip out all the MM’s overindulge.
My clients were especially comical today. My first client has her CNA license and we’ve been going to interviews and whatnot. When I pulled up today, imagine my surprise that she had shaved her head. Now, I suppose that would be okay, were it not for the 1/2 inch strip she left in the middle of her head. Let’s make it just a little harder for employers to discriminate against you. “I just like being different. I don’t fit the profiles.” Lemme tell ya, honey…you do fit a profile (albeit bigoted and unfair) and so does your girlfriend.
My second client, who has been looking for a job forever because she shot someone and stole a car, was offered a job doing housekeeping for her landlord. She turned it down because “that sounds like slave labor” and also because “I need $10/hr.” Let me mention that, in order to needing income, she has to get a job in order to get her son back from the state. You’d think that would be motivating, especially considering she has permanently lost custody of her other three children. She’s my age.
She has been taking courses at the local non-college that they call a college, but the degree means nothing. It’s basically pre-college. At least four times an appointment, she says “I need me an office job.” Those words EXACTLY.
Forget the felony grand-theft auto, the felony aggravated assault with a deadly weapon (with intent to do great bodily harm, I might add). Forget about that and forget that she’s a crack whore she can not pass a drug screen. She’s taking courses at the local joke of a “business college” we have here. To her, this means she should have landed a job yesterday as executive secretary to the president of a bank.
I was informed today that I don’t have a life and no one at home loves me. This was after I called a case manager at 5:15 p.m. I know, I know…I’m such a LOSER for doing a good job at work.
I had a nice talk with my sister after work and ranted and raved for awhile. That always makes me feel better and may be why I didn’t go as extensively into the hilarity of my day. No worries, tomorrow will bring more fodder for the fire.
