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Have you ever made a decision thinking it was a good one and then a week or a month later began to think maybe it was not such a good decision? That’s where I am at right now.

I took a promotion at work with some trepidation. I had been offered the job twice before and declined each time. I didn’t feel prepared to take the job. My daughter was still very young. She is a few years older now. The time I can spend with my daughter is very precious. I am lucky that I have a very supportive sister and mother who will care for my daughter anytime I ask. Being a single mother I worry about babysitters and child care services, I am not always trusting when it comes to my baby girl. Not to mention the money those services cost. When I was offered the job this time I considered it briefly before accepting. I asked for a 90 day probation period, I was given 60 but told they would prefer 30. After almost 30 days I spoke with the owner and received a salary offer that wasn’t quite what I hoped but was sufficient. I waited a few days and then accepted the offer. It has been 4 days and I am now wondering if I made the wrong choice. The scope of the work is quite a bit more than I have handled in several years. I am capable of doing the work, I just am not sure that I want to do the work. I was also hired with an assistant. She got a new job and will be leaving, no new assistant to be hired at this time. Looking to the future I wonder if a new assistant will be hired and worry that if one is not hired that I will not be able to keep up with the work my assistant did as well as my own work. I want to be fair to the Center Director and the owner and let them know how I am feeling. The truth is I am not sure I really want this job. I thought I did, but second thoughts are creeping around inside my head.

I feel like I am in one of those cartoons where the character has to decide between doing two things and the little angel and the tiny devil pop up on each shoulder. Instead of an angel and a devil, my little people are my daughter and my checkbook.

My checkbook is constantly yelling at me about the bills I have to pay. I feel like there are alarm bells ringing all the time, “IT’S TIME TO PAY ANOTHER BILL”! That damn checkbook always reminding me that there never seems to be enough money to pay for every necessity, every bill and still have a little fun. When I think maybe I have bit off a bit more than I can chew by taking on this new job my checkbook begins to whisper in my ear. Well, it starts whispering and then begins to scream a list of everything I am responsible for paying. House payment, gas, electric, car insurance, car maintenance, gas for the car, groceries, pet care, student loans, medical insurance, co-pays, clothes, shoes, camps for my daughter, debt relief program because at one time I couldn’t control my spending, Dad’s funeral bill that, according to my Aunt, should have been paid off awhile ago, the kitchen remodel that I started (and now have no time to keep working on because I am working more hours), school field trips, and next year school uniforms and the list just keeps going and going until I feel like I am drowning. Oh, how that checkbook makes me feel so damn guilty!

On the other shoulder is my beautiful, smart, loving daughter. She is backed up by my writing wants and needs, as well as at least one of her aunts. When I was trying to figure out if I should take this job I considered the impact it would have on my daughter. She is my priority, always. I thought about it and the bulk of my working hours are when she’s in school, with the exception of school breaks. I talked to her about it and she was all for me taking the job. Now I am left wondering what I am going to do with her for part of the summer. She has 3 weeks of day camp, but then what? Summer break is 9 weeks long. I am working extra hours and I feel like I cannot make some school functions and as though I am not spending much time with her, not like I was able to before. Despite the fact that I am at work mostly during the day while she is in school, I feel that I am taking something away from her. Then there is my writing, something that I really want to make a priority in my life. By the time I get off of work I am so tired that I am ready for bed after dinner is made. There are dishes in my sink and I haven’t done laundry in 2 weeks. One of my daughter’s aunts told me that she wouldn’t accept the job if she had social security like I do, she would stay home with her kids. If you are new to my blog I receive benefits from social security until my daughter turns 16 because my husband died 6 years ago. I can understand the aunt’s point. It was my intention to only work part time until I was no longer eligible for the social security and then go back to work full time. I don’t really care about money. My daughter isn’t going to remember all of the things that I buy her but she will remember the times we spent together. For this reason, it was a difficult decision to go to work full time. A decision that I am now struggling with.

I realize that in the grand scheme of things, my dilemma with work is small potatoes, but I could really use some advice. I feel like I have been deceptive to the owner and the Center Director and unfair to myself and my daughter. I am conflicted because I want to do well at this job and not give up so easily and yet I want to be able to give as much of my time to my daughter as I can. I don’t have another half that can pick up the slack for me when I fall short. I have a wonderful family that helps out, but it isn’t the same. I have roughly 2 months to make a decision before I will lose my social security benefits. I feel that taking those 2 months would be very unfair of me, so I am trying to do my best and decide what it is I want and make a decision within the next week. I am so very confused.



Getting Healthy

Now that my finances are more or less under control I am embarking on a new task in my Finding Balance journey. For pretty much all of my life I have struggled with feeling good about my health…ok fine…my weight. I have never been a slender, thin or small girl. No those adjectives have never been said about me. I did here the terms chubby, fluffy, big boned and from the meaner people fat, blubber butt, and Good Year Blimp. I always wanted to be the girl in the magazine. Thin, beautiful, sexy! Hell even cute or adorable would have made me feel good. But it never happened and so here I am at age 35(nearly 36) writing about it and hopefully finding a balance that makes me feel comfortable in my own skin.

I am not going to show “fat” pictures of myself and later show “skinny” pictures of myself. I’m 35 and my priorities have changed. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to feel beautiful or sexy, what woman doesn’t want to feel like that? Feeling beautiful will be bonus of being healthy 🙂 

Being Healthy, that’s my goal. It’s not just about the weight anymore. I’m older now and with my families health history I need to start thinking healthy. That being said I have a few “hold me ups’ that I must overcome before my goal will be accomplished.

Hold Me Ups:

1. I LOVE food! Well except for most vegetables.

2. I have a very strict grocery budget that doesn’t allow for a lot of fresh or unprocessed foods.

3. I have a sweet that could out shine Willy Wonka and his entire chocolate factory!

4. Not only am I an emotional shopper, I’m also an emotional eater. Feeling sad or angry? Stuff my face with food! Happy? Celebrate with food!

My Stats:

Height: 5 feet 0 inches

Weight: 220 lbs (OMG! I am hyperventilating! I can not believe I just put that out there for everyone to see!) Breathe it’s just a Fucking number, it can be changed.

Blood Pressure: (at last check) 122/88

Pulse: (again, at last check) 87 beats per minute

Family History: High blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes, cancer, vein issues, heart disease, seizures and probably other things I don’t know about.

Food intake: Semi healthy. Translation: I eat salads and fruit on occasion

Exercise: Lately? I’m lucky if my ass leaves the chair for more than 5 minutes. In the not so distant past I have worked out at a gym.

I want everybody to understand that none of these numbers or words make up who I am as a person. But these things do control how long I am on this plane of existence, hence the need for change.

Last Friday my blood pressure went up to 149/93 and pulse was 97. I had a massive headache and was dizzy. RINGA DING DING BABY THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CALL!

So here I am. Stick with me on my Getting Healthy quest and we can learn something together 🙂