Necessary Mutilation

Weight: 192.5 lbs.

While at work yesterday, I met with my boss for three straight hours, amongst other things. I have been promoted to assistant supervisor, which basically means that I will finally be acknowleged for the many additional responsibilites I have taken on and will continue to, especially as one of my supervisors recently left. It also will bring with it a small pay raise, and options for further growth. She asked if I would like the opportunity to move further up to “co-supervisor,” or to consider taking on her role altogether so that she may ultimately make her exit.

To the latter at least, I said a resounding “no!”, as there are several aspects of her position that I would rather be hung by my fingernails than do…or, stink at. These include everything related to audits, incident reporting, and anything politics. We spent hours mapping out our mutual roles and options that   I can still decide on for continued growth, given my “limitations” nonetheless.

Interestingly, she said that “not everyone has what it takes or aspires to be president, and most people are ok settling for vice president. It sounds like you might be saying that you’re one of these people.”

And she doesn’t even read my blog! But, my point exactly and succinctly, in bariatrics and in life. I guess it comes down to a matter of knowing where to draw the line, and what is and is not realistic for who I am.

On a micro level, I face some simpler, yet difficult choices around food for the next three days, today included. Janet and Debbie are due over shortly for our monthly brunch, and as always, Debbie brings the bagels she has won a years supply of from Panera Bread. And between these and the many other goodies brought and cooked, I always get whipped into an eating frenzy. And would be lying if I said that I stuck with just eggs, or something. Although of course, this would be one option.

Then, tomorrow and into Monday, Tom and I are travelling and staying over at the Seneca Allegany Casino. This is a beautiful drive and a break from our more local gambling spots, and it will be in honor of my upcoming birthday. And there will be lots of hedonism and food, with the “excuse” of birthday/vacation/celebration/getaway to “justify” bad behavior. Which is a no no no no, but realistically speaking, like me nevertheless. Although really, really truly I will do as good as I now can, and even with all these excuses and rants and whines and psychological mumbo jumbo, I am not being horrible or using this as license to eat my face off or anything. In fact, I thought that I did pretty darn good both diet and exercise wise most of this week, despite how I may sound here. Not Debra good or anything, but “me” good…which believe me, is better than” me” bad!

And speaking of good and bad, it will be up to you to decide what me skipping Monday’s blog entry is. And if your answer is “good!”,  I don’t want to know!