Despite still being deep in the grip of a cold I feel pretty awesome today.
As long as there are no unforeseen issues with my new job I think that this morning I may have signed on for the last time. Hopefully my next interaction with the department for work and pensions will be to ‘sign off’ completely and report that I am officially employed.
To be honest though the whole experience has been relatively painless (despite my intense dislike of having to do it at all) and the people who work in the job centre have been both polite and courteous at all times – even occasionally surprisingly helpful.
It isn’t going to make me miss the place mind you. It’s depressing both inside and out – and if I have my way I’ll never go there again as long as I live.
I can’t get this song out of my head every time I sit outside on the bench waiting for my appointment and sipping the coffee that they won’t let me take through the door into their waiting area (as it’s apparently a lethal weapon).
When I was interviewed at my new place of employment I saw lots of people drinking coffee in a non threatening manner – which was instantly something that I liked about the place. I am a big advocate of caffeine and it’s power to bring people together.
I have to continue to believe that it’s not a tool of destruction. Long may such convivial imbibing continue.
Probably because of the joy that this morning’s event brings I’ve been pretty active since I woke up, and as well as continuing to bring order to my house (my dumping ground of a dining room is now finally in a fit state for visitors) I’ve been walking much more than I normally would.
According to my watch I’ve done nearly 24,000 steps and 12 miles since I first set out today and honestly I still feel like I could have (and should have) done more – which in itself is pretty nuts. It doesn’t seem all that long ago that I couldn’t easily walk to the end of my road – which is 0.2 miles away (see here).
Although, if I’m absolutely truthful today’s flurry of activity may also have something to do with me weighing in tomorrow as well… I know I lost a lot last week (let’s not beat around the bush – 12.5lbs was too much) but I want to at least maintain – and to have not put anything back on.
If I do lose something then I’ll be really happy – but I honestly don’t feel the need to as long as I stay the same. Despite thinking a couple of weeks ago I was finally past the point of worrying about stepping on the scales it’s still there looming in the back of my mind.
Maybe this is a good thing though because I’m still thinking about the documentary that I mentioned in my last post.
It’s really lodged in my mind that one of the two things that separated people that put weight back on from those that kept it off after reaching their target was being constantly focused on weight and fitness.
I can’t make up my mind whether this is a good thing or a bad thing though.
Staying focused on it on the one hand is good because I will (hopefully) never backslide – but also could be bad because I can be quite obsessive about such things. I tend to drive myself quietly insane turning stuff over and over in my mind – rather like I’m doing at this very moment.
Anyway – I know one thing. No amount of worrying or thinking about it will make any difference now – and what is going to happen tomorrow morning is not something I can influence any further.
So I’ll just have to take my mind off elsewhere and think of other things.
If you need me internet I’ll be shooting alien scum. God knows they deserve it. They’re a pestilence.