JDawg, for the first time in years, quit a job the ‘right” way (by most people’s standards, that is) – by finding a new one first. He struggled with this, wanting to leave his position for months but feeling unable until the right new opportunity came along. It did, and on Friday he gave his 2-weeks notice. I applauded.
The company told him he could leave anytime. His boss didn’t speak to him until this morning, to try to give him shit for not working, when he was waiting for someone so that he could lend them a hand. He worked. He thought that the accusation that he would romance the canine for his final two weeks was bull and decided to sweat his tail off, to show them that he wasn’t that guy.
Before lunch, the boss had a coworker approach him to tell him to go home for the rest of the week – apparently his boss was ‘tired of it.’ Whatever that meant. The official excuse was that there wasn’t enough work. Still, he handled himself with grace and left as he was asked to. So again, I applaud.
He went home, filled with anger at his boss’ audacity and immaturity, but still he called the new job, letting them know he was available. It was agreed he’d start a week earlier. He didn’t threaten the current job with labour action, he didn’t blow a gasket at the boss and he didn’t throw anything. So once more, I applaud.
To be honest, this is a huge step for him – not doing the work, he’s always been a hard worker – I mean not reacting to what ultimately comes down to some guy being a douchebag. It’s a huge growth for him to ride out the gig in the first place, having wanted to walk out many times over the past six months. He’s been mature and responsible. And so I applaud.
Even though he did get fucked over, pretty royally, from three days’ wages.
I’m growing too.
I’ve decided, for once and for all, to give up the stoner/anorexic diet combo – where I alternate between eating nothing and whatever I crave in large volume – for health. I’m always tired, short on patience and energy, just over a hundred pounds and a slave to coffee. Today a friend who is a nurse told me I looked pale. Um ya, I am pale. He checked out my eyelids and said my hemoglobin is low. Like maybe from back in the days of baby-losing, it never fully recovered?
It’s gotta end.
While I don’t really think I’ll see much change in my weight, I’m positive that the direction I’m heading in will make me less obsessed in coming months about numbers on a scale or the size of my pants when they fall down.
And so I toyed.
There’s been a lot of research on the connections between food and supplementation and mood. Obviously even more so on diet and health. But I see it as a package deal, as of recent. Specifically, intolerance to (no, I didn’t say allergy) wheat gluten and milk casein have been directly linked to a host of conditions, including Autism and BiPolar disorder and ADD. Ding ding ding! We have a winner. I’m not autistic, but I sure am the other two. (Is there a prize?)
And so I thought.
I was thisclose to completely subscribing to the Blood Type Diet (BTD). If you don’t know much about it, it is really interesting reading – I suggest you google it. But being an O+ blood type, I seem to have a lot of restrictions all over the board. Which would just give me something new to obsess over, control, make lists about (ahem, like the last three nights. Ahem. Sorry, something in my throat).
Ultimately, it’d be a low-acid, high protein/produce, low carb plan for me, whether I followed it to the letter or not. So I’ve decided to not. I will: Cut out almost all dairy. Almost all wheat gluten. Coffee.
[Okay, I'll still drink coffee during Isobel's daycare, while I'm working at the coffeeshop with free wifi. And during dates with my coffee-drinking girlfriends.]
I’ll try to experiment with more varieties of whole foods, cooking from scratch more often, using the BTD list of beneficial foods as a guide. It won’t be about how much I eat so much as what. High beef-seafood-poultry intake. Lots of cooked veggies and lots of raw ones. Tons of fruit. Some nuts and their butters. Not so much of the other stuff.
And I’ll wait and see. I won’t measure anything, and I’ll eat something from the stocked fridge when I’m hungry. I won’t look for signs of weight loss or gain; it’ll be energy or positivity that I’m checking for.
So I made us some veggies for dinner. Isobel got some mozza cheese on the side. Now, to get rid of all of the junky convenience stuff we’ve been eating, around here.
