Weigh In Day!!

My most optimistic goal to reach today was my 10% weight loss mark, because then I'd get that lovely little keychain they give you.  I tracked my food all week, stayed within my daily allowance, and worked out every single day.  Once you add on the constant standing/walking nature of my job, I really hoped I'd make it, especially after my disappointing performance last week at weigh in.  So, how did it go??

Drum roll please............

5.2 pounds this week!!  30.8 pounds total, which is over my 10% goal!

I swore I saw a 6 at the end instead of a 0, and was momentarily confused when she asked me what I did this week.  I saw the 5.2, and I was like "Wait, did I meet my goal with that?  Was that enough?".  I had just went on a little rant the night before about the exact numbers I needed to hit, and those numbers were completely gone from my head.  I did regain my composure, and realized I lost more than I had hoped for!  I was incredibly happy to stay for the meeting, cuz it meant I'd get some applause for my achievement! To get that little keychain, it just felt awesome.  I immediately texted Mike and my friend who is also doing Weight Watcher, and I was just so pleased with myself.  It felt so good to hear everyone cheer for me when I said I lost 30 pounds and reached my 10% goal.  My meeting leader always asks you a question when you reach certain milestones, and it just felt good to share.  My meeting leader is awesome, he makes it feel fun. 

However, I wasn't expecting the crying when I got to my car and took my keychain out of its box.   I don't remember exactly at what point I reached my starting weight, but I know it has been at least 6 years.  I had been a receptionist for about a year, and the pounds came on quickly.  To be able to say I've undone the last 6 years of my life just hit me.  My next goal will take me back 7 years.  It is just beyond belief for me.  No trendy/starve yourself diets, no diet pills.  Just tracking what I eat and trying to be more active.  I can't wait until my next doctor's appointment to show off my weight loss to my doctor.  All the times I lied and said I was working out more than I was to her, or made excuses, or told her how I was motivated, but then gave up.   I was convinced she saw me as one of those people who was never going to do it, and she'd see me developed disease after disease.  It feels good to give her something to be proud of me for this year.

This is my weekly descent since January 19th:

This is my weekend to work, and I work 3 shifts in a row.  It sucks.  On one hand, its nice because chances are that there won't be any changes in medication orders that I don't already know about.  Plus, its usually easy going because I have this totally unscientific theory that people don't want to be sent to the hospital on the weekend, so they are on their very best behavior and keep things under control. lol  But it is exhausting, and I feel like doing nothing at all the next day I have off.  I normally allow myself this level of laziness, but not anymore.

Speaking of work, I dreamed of nothing but work last night.  The level of detail in my dreams freaks me out sometimes, like specific people/names, I can see the detail in the carpet.  My dream last night showed specific pills that I give each day I work. It is weird that I can see certain pills and know exactly what it is now.  Anyway, it wasn't really a pleasant dream, just anxiety inducing.  I hate the level of anxiety I feel over work.   I also saw one of my favorite clinical instructors at the grocery store last night, and oh it felt so good to talk to her again.  I felt so happy to tell her I had a job!  She was so amazingly supportive of me during my time with her, and given how incredibly petrified I was of her at first, it meant so much to me that she believed in me.  I'm so so so happy I ran into her.

I'm planning to work out everyday this week again, except today.  I did Week 2, Day 1 yesterday as a surprise to myself, and it really kicked my butt.  Me and 1.5 minute run intervals are not friends, but we are going to try and work things out this week.  Only until I ditch her for 2 minute intervals, which I'm sure is much more of a bitch, but I'll win some points being seen with her!

So here is my game plan for activity this week:

Saturday: I was going to work out today, but I'm kind of sore, so I'm taking today off as a reward for meeting my 10% goal. (DONE)
Sunday:    Week 2/Day 2 walk/run app. (DONE)
Monday: Switch it up and do an hour on the elliptical maybe? (DONE - Did Week 2/Day 2 again)
Tuesday: Two hour walk with Mike, we are gonna try another trail in Schaumburg that he has been itching to take me to for years.
Wednesday: Week 2/Day 3 of walk/run app if I feel I am running, otherwise I'll just repeat Day 2.
Thursday: Two hour walk in the forest preserve again.
Friday: Week 2/ Day 3 of walk/run app.

The walking outside is what I'm allowing myself for an "easy" day.  It is not hard to walk.  I went on a 2-hour walk by myself this past Thursday, and it was so incredibly lovely.  Sure, I picked the wrong time to go, it was windy and kind of cold, and I left my jacket at home because I've gotten too hot the last few things I've gone for a walk.  I survived without it though.  And I saw some deer running along at one point, and saw some pretty birds.  It will all look so much more beautiful once the trees started churning out some green leaves, and the field flowers bloom again.

The best part though?  No one was around to hear me bust out some mad lyrics to "Baby Got Back".  I'm proud to say I can sing along to that song nearly perfectly.  I sang some of my other work out songs that I was listening to, and it just felt good to be out there by myself, acting a damn fool as I walked because no one else was there.  I ran a couple of times to see how I handled the pavement versus treadmill, and it wasn't so bad.  I do think I'm gonna hold off until I can run more than a minute at a time before I do any serious running outside though.

School is going ok.  The class is a joke.  I can get a whole months worth of assignments done in a few hours.  I haven't read a single chapter since the first month of class, and I am still maintaining an A average in the class.  I am glad I paid for the book rather than renting it, because there are actually some really interesting things in there, but I just don't have the desire to read it right now.  However, I must say, buying the Kindle version of the book so I can access it on my iPad was the BEST thing I did.  Taking your tests online, when you haven't read the book, doesn't suck so bad when you can simply search for the desired terms in the question and just like that, you find your answer.

The problem for me with this class, and which I fully blame for my lack of motivation, is that is not challenging whatsoever.  My nursing classes were so much harder than this, I'd be in panic mode if I hadn't read the assigned chapters twice before the test, plus studying.  Plus, you could never just be concerned with one test, there were clinical assignments due 2 hours after the exam that took days to complete.  This is just not the level of difficult that I have grown accustomed to, so in my mind, I just put it on the back burner.  It is bad, I know, but it is what it is.  Luckily, the class will be over next month, and I'm definitely taking the summer off from classes.  Maybe even fall, too.  I just don't feel like facing Chemistry yet.  It makes my brain hurt just thinking about it.

So, I'm just gonna relax today until I have to leave for work, and it feel so good!! :)

New Year's Resolution Update

At the beginning of the year, I posted my 4 resolutions that I wanted to keep this year.  They were:

"So, moving forward with 2013, there are some things I need to achieve:

- Find a job as an RN so I can start to FEEL like an RN.
- Lose weight (I have to stop starting and stopping and just DO it!)
- Stop being late.
- and prepare myself for trying to start a family."

I have for once in my life gotten past January with my resolutions.  I found my RN job.  I have lost over 25 pounds.  I have been MUCH better about being on time for things.  And the preparing myself for trying to start a family is one that is kind of in line with the losing of the weight.  I don't think I'm gonna be ready this year, but I'm still working towards that, so I wouldn't consider it abandoned.  It just may be a two-year's resolution sort of thing.

I am definitely stepping up my game on the weight loss front.  The 3-11 shift has had an unexpected effect on me lately where I am starving when I go home.  Like, 4th meal at Wendy's with a double cheeseburger and frosty kind of starving.  Yes, that happened.  We went out to eat one night because we were too exhausted from the 4 hour/10 mile walk I got us into because of my guilt over eating the Wendy's 4th meal.  Then we went out to eat with Mom-in-law.  And I made brownies.  And its just been a bad two weeks.  I had already skipped weigh-in last week, so I couldn't skip this week because I probably would have stopped going all together.

0.2 pounds lost.  Even with the 10 mile walk, and going to the gym the night before.  I was pretty ticked with myself.  I realize that a loss is still a loss, but that is not good enough for me.  I know what my weekly losses have been typically, and 0.2 is just not acceptable.  Maybe if I were in the 100s, I'd be less upset with myself, but that's not my situation here.  So, I've obviously been lax with myself.  Sure, I can be proud that I've lost over 25 pounds already.  But that's merely a fraction of what I need to lose.  I have more work to do, and I have to get out of my non-tracking, eating fast food cheeseburgers kind of slope I'm doing down.

So, I actually have set a new goal for myself besides losing weight.  I want to be able to run again.  The last time I could seriously run was in high school.  I signed up to play soccer.  Why?  Who effing knows.  I'm not the outdoorsy, hiking hills, camping in the wilderness, wiping my ass with tree bark kind of girl.  I like air conditioning.  And indoor plumbing.  And being separated from wild animals and bugs by the nice, durable walls of my home.  So, what possessed me to want to play soccer is beyond me, but the point is that I wanted to play so I did. 

I was a sissy pants when I first started.  Shin splints, pulled hamstrings, gasping worse than the girl on the team who had asthma.  But, I got better.  I was late to class one day, and had to run to get there before the bell, and I was surprisingly not out of breath when I got there.  That was the point I knew I was getting into shape, and was proud of myself that I could run.  I did develop a horrible pain in my knee shortly after that, and found out I had Osgood-Schlatter disease in my right knee.  I pretty much just gave up and assumed I could never really run again because of the feeling of a knife being stuck i my knee when I went up stairs or tried to kneel.  That pain has for the most part gone away, although I do have a lovely reminder of a little knobby thing on my knee.

So,why this is all relevant.  I want to be able to run again like I did in high school.  I know I can do it, I know I have the ability and strength to do it, I just need to work up my endurance again.  I got one of those Couch to 5K apps for my iPhone to help me.  It has 3 runs each week, that has walk/run intervals.   I did the first run on Friday night.  It was 25 minutes totals, 5 minutes warm up, 1 minute run/ 1.5 minute walk times 6, then 5 minutes cool down.  I did it twice, and added 10 minutes extra walking so I could get a full hour long workout in before my weigh in on Saturday morning.  It was easy at first, and the last couple of runs were harder to get through as I got tired.  But I did it!

I then went again on Saturday after work, and got cocky.  I thought I'd move on to the week 1/day 2 run, and do it twice.  That shit was hard.  I didn't think I'd get through it.  And I for sure wasn't gonna do it twice.  Nope.  Not gonna do it.  But then I did.  The 2nd round was easier, but I was hurting.  I'm still hurting, but I also feel really good.  I know I can do this.  My fear of the stares I would get at the gym for being the fat chick trying to run, and the horrific sounds I imagined the treadmill would make from the stress it was enduring with each impact of my feet.....were the last thing I thought about when I was running.  I was running while the person half my size gave up on their workout after 10 minutes on the elliptical.  If someone wants to stare at me, or much worse, actually mock me (which has never happened, but I realize the potential is always there for someone to be an asshole), then let them.  Chances are those people don't work out at all, and I'll eventually (if not already) be able to out run them in all my large girl glory.

I also want to do my first 5k within the next year.  Like a real one, with other people there and everything.  I am extremely on board to do The Color Run.  I have had such jealousy of my friends who have done it, and the pictures they post afterwards.  I want to be splashed with fun colors while I run.  This year's run is already sold out, but I will definitely be signing up for the next one!  Hopefully some of my friends will be available to sign up with me.  They have been completely supportive of my goal, rather than giving me the side eye for being the fat girl trying to run.  As has Mike, and he's going to run it with me, too. :)

I have also gotten back on track with my WW tracking.  I've been lucky I think with the increase in my activity level at work, that it has covered up my slack in watching my intake.  I mapped out my week, and realized my go-to PB & J for lunch, and its 11 points could be better utilized with a salad that is only 8 points.  So, I got stuff to make a yummy grilled chicken salad for my lunches this week.  And I tried to give myself room each day for Yogurtland, or my no sugar added ice cream.   So at my most optimistic, I'll reach my 10% loss goal by Saturday.  At half optimistic, a couple of pounds lost.

So since my weigh-ins are on Saturday, I'm a little late posting my game plan for activity this week, but here it is:

Saturday: Week 1 Day 2 run-walk X2 (DONE)
Sunday: We went for an hour long walk today in the forest preserve.  (DONE)
Monday: Repeat of Week 1/Day 2 run-walk program since my ass was so kicked yesterday. (DONE)
Tuesday: 1.5 hour walk in the forest preserve with Mike if it is nice, and using my new wrist weights for the first time.  (DONE)
Wednesday: Week 1, Day 3 run-walk if Monday goes well, otherwise I'll be repeating Day 2. (DONE: TURNS OUT DAY 3 IS THE SAME AS DAY 2, WIN!)
Thursday: 2 hour walk in the forest preserve, may throw in some running to see how I do running on pavement. (DONE 5.72 miles!!)
Friday: Week 1, Day 3 run-walk for sure. (SURPRISE! WEEK 2, DAY 1 DONE INSTEAD)

And for documentation purposes, me at my heaviest:

Me at my thinnest (which was nearly 8 years ago):

Most Current:

I need to get better at taking belly pics, like pregnant woman do.  I've definitely shrunk down in my mid section since I've started, but have not done a good job of taking pictures.  So maybe every other week I'll have Mike take a picture of me like women take of their baby bumps so I have something to remind me of the progress I'm making.  Selfies (my favorite, lol) don't do this so well.

I'm not gonna start posting my WW tricks or meals, because I am certainly not at the point where I am willing to eat buckwheat pancakes, quinoa, or spinach smoothies.  Luckily, I can still eat things I like within moderation and stick to my daily points.  This I'm sure will change as the smaller I get, my sweet, sweet, daily points allowance diminishes.  All I can say for WW, is being honest with your tracking, and truly measuring things instead of eyeballing.  Even if you go over, its ok as long as you know exactly how MUCH you went over, and just make it up the next day with some activity.

Oh, and something about WW, that is awesome?  They give you trinkets for your progress!  I knew about the stickers, which excite me, but I didn't know about this keychain business.  When I reached 25 pounds, they gave me my first charm:

Once, I reach 30 pounds, which is my 10% goal, I'll get the keychain that you put the charms on.  And this actually makes me pretty giddy.  The last time I did WW, I never reached any of these milestones, so I had no clue about them.  I realize this make me seem like a dog getting excited for a treat after I learn a new trick, but this certainly does motivate me a bit and makes me giddy for the next trinket.

All else is well in the Casa B.  Mike got a plaque at work for completing his apprenticeship program, and being the first one ever to complete it!  I finally got my own automatic BP cuff and medication caddy for work.  It makes me feel so much more official.  I also had a conversation with my boss asking me how I was liking everything, and it made me feel good.  I make mistakes as I am learning, and honestly, my anxiety lately has been at its highest since I took my NCLEX.  So, any confirmation that I get that my boss doesn't think I am sucking beyond repair makes me happy.  I am going to be happy when I finish my first year.  I miss being confident in my job like I was at the dental office.  I miss knowing exactly what I need to do in any situation.  I miss not being anxious about the next mistake I made getting pointed out to me.  But, I definitely like getting to know my residents.  They really make the job worth it, even the grumpy ones. 

That's it until next week!!

Overwhelmed

So, my work life got turned upside down.  I was just about to begin my life of working the graveyard shift at the time of my last post.  I think I got a week or so into it, and was starting to adjust to it, and then my schedule completely changed.  The easy clerical-work-filled shifts with the occasional panic when someone falls and a decision must be made turned into 3-11, non-stop med-passing, overwhelming to the point of tears, kind of shift.

 I cried on my 2nd night of orientation on PM shift because all hell was breaking loose, and my preceptor left me to my own defenses pretty much.  I cried on the way home, I cried when I got home.  It was impossible.  There is no way I will ever to be able to time-manage my way out of this.  50+ med passes??  Just simply impossible.  Then of course, the realization that my full-time status would be taken away as a result of the change just made me feel like I had really done something stupid.   Plus, my dental office suddenly wasn't seeming to be as flexible as once promised.  It was a rough week, knowing that I potentially put us in a bad financial situation because of a split moment decision that this was better experience for me and my career. 

It has been rough.  Especially when cars start giving us issues, and student loans start creeping up on the horizon, demanding to be repaid.  Plus, feeling like I was so overwhelmed with adjusting to this shift, and making mistakes and beating myself up over them over and over and over.  This has not been fun. 

But this past month is over.

I have actually come very far from that first shift on my own.  Not knowing which room a resident is in, not knowing which hallway to go down to get to that room.  Forgetting my keys in the resident's room, at end of the hallway on the OPPOSITE side from where I was.  Grabbing the wrong MAR book, and thus not knowing which meds to give.  People going to bed early on me, or staying downstairs when they are usually in their rooms, or refusing to take the medications, or making the med pass take 20 minutes, when it should have been 2 minutes, etc.  I can go on and on and on.  The time I wasted in running from hallway to hallway to the nursing office and back to the residents' rooms, it just insane.

I've made mistakes, some of them I only made because that's how I was shown to do it, but regardless, I made them.  I also learned from them.  I am still learning, as well as I'm sure I have more mistakes that I will make.   It's so hard to face.  Going from being a near perfect student in nursing school, to realizing that everything isn't the cookie cutter process they teach you in school and you are no longer the rock star you thought you were is hard to face.  Sometimes, I want to call out sick, or hope my car breaks down, or just give up and be a receptionist because its so much easier.  But I haven't.

I keep going.  And I am starting to surprise myself.  Last night's shift for instance was a nightmare.  I had orders to process, I had to call a doctor, and then someone got hurt right before I needed to start my after dinner med pass.  Losing 30 minutes to an incident is not something I had time for, and I had already given up my lunch.  All I could think about was how screwed I was.  I was never going to catch up on my med pass.   "I'm fucked, I'm fucked, I'm fucked"  The other nurse on duty saw 4 residents for me, and then I was ok.  I actually had time to call and yell at the pharmacy for not delivering a resident's insulin as promised.  I finished my med pass relatively on time despite my serious set back.

I was truly surprised.  Not every night is going to be this cluster fuck of things going wrong, so if I can finish on time when everything is going to shit, I can actually do this!  Holy shift!  So, of course, I rewarded myself by spending a little extra time with the last resident I had to give medication to because she is one of my favorites, and then spent the rest of my shift finishing up my paperwork.  But I went home feeling good.  To my knowledge, I didn't forget to do anything or make a note of something I needed the day shift to look into. 

I am growing so attached to the residents.  There are one or two that I could do without, but most of them, even though it is stressful, I like getting to spend the couple of minutes with them while they take their medication.   And this is the part of my job that makes me happy to be a nurse.  The constant, on-the-go, walking everywhere nature of my shift is exhausting, and makes me sore by the time I get home, but there is a reason I do it, and it would be so much harder to do if I didn't care about the residents the way that I do.

So, the last month has been so difficult, yet so good in many ways.  And I am sure in a month from now, I'll be even more surprised at how far I will go from this point.

In other news, the sucky realization that I won't have enough vacation time accrued to go somewhere for our 5 year anniversary sunk in.  It sucks.  I may have wanted to cry because I was looking forward to the idea of it.  But, that is life.  I have to be happy that I got a job as a nurse, and remember there will be time for it later.  But this first year, its just gonna be hard to take any significant time off, and nothing can be done about it.  It doesn't make our anniversary any less special, and we will be able to have a day or two off together, so it will be wonderful regardless of what we do.

I thought my schedule would make it so that I never see Mike, but its been kind of the opposite.  He has still been up when I get home late at night, and we can truly enjoy our days together rather me being groggy when he gets home, or me sleeping until 3 or 4 on my "day off".  I'm actually pretty happy with my schedule now, and I am so happy that I can truly enjoy the time I do get with Mike.   Sure, I have to get some school work done here and there, but now that I am not spending HOURS obsessing over my med pass schedule, it is just so nice.

I also finally gathered up my courage and learned how to use my sewing machine.  Oh my goodness, I was so happy when I finally figured out how to thread that thing, which is super confusing for a newbie.  I haven't "made" anything officially yet, just practiced sewing with some fabric I had leftover from some other projects.  I haven't done much more due to being overwhelmed with work this past month, but I hope to see how I do making a simple throw pillow.  I just gotta get around to doing it! 

The weather is also starting to get back to its beautiful self, and we can't wait to go back on our walks again.  We found a new frozen yogurt place down the street, and we are in love.  It may be a bit long to walk to, but we figure it isn't an impossible walk, so we may be doing that quite a bit this summer!!  :)

Let the Night Take Over

I am officially switching to nights tomorrow night.  It is not going to be easy, and I hope nothing too crazy happens on my first solo shift.  I feel as ready as I can be, and what I don't know I'm sure I will learn soon enough.

I have been sick all this week.  I only went to my dental office for 15 minutes before leaving on Monday.  I was fortunate that it was a slow day, and one of my coworkers was there earlier than usual, so it was ok for me to leave.  I came home and slept for 5 hours.  Luckily, it only seemed to affect my sinuses, and didn't travel to my throat and lungs like these things normally do.  I was still miserable, and fought through it as much as I could.  I am finally feeling better, and hope it doesn't flare up again!

WW is going well!  I lost 3.8 lbs for a total of 12.2!  Not bad for 5 weeks, and certainly made up for the small gain I had.  I am starting to see a physical change, like my coat isn't as snug as it usually is, and my sweaters sit a little nicer.  It's not a huge change, but it is still nice to see.  I just hope my switching to nights doesn't halt my progress.  I can't snack all night in an attempt to keep myself awake.  I just need to find a rhythm that works on keeping in line.

I have been a horrible slacker with school, so I need to get crackin' on that! It's easy to put it off when it isn't due on a weekly basis.  Ugh.

First Week as a Nurse

My first week of training has gone very well.  The residents, the coworkers, the everything..has been very kind to me.  I tend to have a hard time trusting my gut, but it usually screams at me when something doesn't feel right.....and it has been pretty quiet this week.  Which is a good thing.  Are there aspects of my job that make me nervous? Yes, but overall, I don't get a bad feeling at all.  I hope it isn't just my excitement over finally having a job that I am blindly in love.  But for now, I do get a sense that this is going to be good, and that getting my first year of experience here won't hurt so bad like I feared.

I didn't go without making mistakes.  The narcotic reconciliation is extremely overwhelming because the other nurses know the residents and medications so well, they fly through it.  So, not to excuse myself, I don't feel I got a very good lesson and was rushed through it.  And now I know the CNII meds need to be double locked, and to not put blister packs in the notebook as an attempt to make sure you are signing everything out, and then forget to take them out of the book and into the locked med cart.  Do not open medication packs by sink with the water running, medication will for sure go there instead of the medication cup you were aiming for.  Do not rush through things, accuracy over efficiency. 

I was otherwise elated to get back to being a nurse, and getting to give medications without having someone hovering over me.  To see that my assessment skills came back to me despite the months of not being able to assess anyone.  I got to see what happens when someone falls, or when they need to be sent to the hospital because of a change in their vitals.  I was almost in tears when I got my badge that said "Nurse" on it.  I still have to stare at it because it hasn't completely sunk in that I'm actually a practicing nurse.  It just doesn't feel real yet, but I'm ecstatic none the less.

My coworkers are awesome.  They all seem to help each other, and most of them are around my age (or at least look it! :D )  My manager is really nice, and while she is down to business about certain things, she is otherwise laid back, and easy to talk to about silly things.  She gave me a heart attack on my birthday.  I was pulling a patient's medications from the med cart, and she called for me, so I poked my head into the office.  She said she had spoke to corporate, and they weren't sure about adding night shift for nursing.  I was panicking in my head "I just gave up my full time job!!" "What do I do" "Fuck Fuck Fuck!!!"  On the outside, I was just blank, I didn't know what to say.  Then she said "Just kidding!! Happy Birthday" and pulled out one of those giant frosted cookies from under her desk.  I was relieved that it was just a joke!  I thought it was very kind of her to do something for my birthday even though this was my first week.

I also got a bracelet from my mom with a "Nurse" charm on it, and a subscription to Scrubs, which is a nurse magazine.  And my favorite doctor at the dental office, Dr. Twin Mama, gave me a sweet card and a Starbucks giftcard for my "new late nights".  I am happy that I will still be able to do a day at the dental office, because I would really miss working there, even though I can't be a nurse there.

Oh, and I also got goosed.  By a little old dirty lady.  Who would have guessed the first time my butt would have been violated, it would be by a female, and not some pervy man patient/resident.  Apparently this is just her thing, and I really couldn't be too offended.  But I will make sure to not turn my back to this woman again!

My birthday was far more awesome than I could have expected.  All I really wanted was to go to Wildfire for dinner and a sewing machine so I can learn to sew.  And Mike really went all out!  I came home on Tuesday to flowers, and an awesome little Valentine's/Birthday display he set up on our side table in the kitchen.  He made cupcakes with little lips and mustaches on them, and got my favorite starburst jelly beans, and little V-Day decorations.  And he was too excited to let me wait to open my presents.  On top of the sewing machine, he got me tickets to see Beyonce this summer!  I thought they had sold out!  And how he told me was with a little envelope that had this picture inside:

I couldn't stop laughing. I don't think there was any better way for him to have told me he got them for me.  Except for him putting on a black leotard and heels and doing the single ladies dance for me. lol  He also got me a cake from Jarosch's, which was the same flavor as our wedding cake, and it was yummy.  And Wildfire was delicious as always!  We had to cancel some of the plans for my birthday because of my work schedule, but my hubby made my birthday special regardless.  I also got a really cute text from my Dad-in-law, who is just entering the world of texting.  It was the most formal text I have ever received, and it made me smile.

And speaking of Wildire and cake, I did gain a bit this week because of the over abundance of cake, cupcakes, cookies, etc.  I didn't track at all on my birthday because I wanted to enjoy it and not feel guilty.  Of course, I could feel the silent shame from the lady who weighed me in on Saturday.  Then silenced it with Richard Walker's French Toast.  It is my birthday week, and only gaining 0.6 pounds is not bad at all considering all that I ate. 

We have found some yummy recipes this past week that make Weight Watchers not so bad.  I feel like a grown up now that red wine vinegar and white cooking wine is in our pantry.  And we even bought meat from the meat counter instead of the pre-packaged stuff.  I know this may in fact be sad given that I just turned 29, and Mike will be 31 in July....but regardless, we are making up for lost adultness. lol

I also felt like an adult electing my benefits.  I haven't had benefits like this since I worked at Big Box Do-It-Yourself store.  At the dental office, the benefits were simply vacation time, and health insurance that I couldn't afford, and 401k.  And I haven't even had access to that the least 2 years or so.  I was a bit overwhelmed.  Luckily, Mike is familiar with this stuff since he has taken care of most of our coverage through his employer.  It is nice to know that if something were to happen to me, he would be taken care of, or I'd have income coming in if I get sick and can't work.  Of course, now I just have to make sure he doesn't kill me since I'll be one profitable dead body. lol
 
This next week is a bit more crazy.  I am at the dental office tomorrow, nurse work Tuesday and Wednesday, Medication class ALL  DAY on Thursday, nurse work on Friday, and then dental office on Saturday.  Then I start my nights on Monday.  I don't know what I am going to do in the daytime on Monday.  I may need to take a sleeping pill or something to sleep through the day, or drink a LOT of caffeine in the evening.  I also got pink ear plugs and a Hello Kitty sleeping mask to help me sleep through the day.  It is going to be hard adjusting to this change in my sleep schedule.  But, on the upside, I will have a pretty regular schedule from what I have seen.  I will be on 3 nights, off 2, on 2 nights, off 2.  So it won't be like I'm working one night, off the next night, then back on the next one after that, or -hopefully- not have a constantly changing schedule.  I realize the potential where I may be asked to fill in for someone, or to work a double.  Which I actually don't mind as long as I'm not doing it all the time.

So to wrap it all up, I am a pretty happy girl, and finally getting to do what makes me happy.  I've said this before, and I'm sure I'll say it again many more times, but helping people is the best thing a person can do.  Caring for others has been all I ever wanted to do since I was little, and I feel like this is my "When I grow up..." point in my life.  I am so incredibly thankful that I was able to pull this off, and make this dream come true.  7 years ago, I thought I was never going to be able to do it, because of money and time constraints.  But luckily, I have people around me who were generous enough to help me make this happen, worked shifts for me so I could go to class, or study, let me move into their home so money wasn't an issue, and cheered me on as I succeeded, and cheered me up when I struggled.  I am just beyond blessed.

I Snagged My First Job!

I got the job!  Oh, how great it feels to be able to say that.  Graduated May 20, Passed NCLEX June 27, Got my license July 27, 6 months of job searching, 6 interviews with 4 places, and I officially have a job!  I will start in a little over a week, and I am just beyond excited.  I will be working overnight, but I will be full-time with wonderful, beautiful benefits.  I haven't benefits in forever due to only working a day or two a week for the last 2 years.  My job now is pretty limited in the benefits it offers, and because I haven't been back for a full year, I don't get vacation time.  So, I am extremely happy to have access to sick time and vacation time, and my own dental, vision, and medical benefits even if I don't end up using them since we have Mike's.  Oh! Best part is tuition reimbursement.  My class I am currently in won't qualify, but it will certainly help once I start my Bachelor level nursing coursework!

My new work is a beautiful facility.  My manager seems amazingly nice.  I am so happy that this is my first opportunity.  I am beyond thankful to have been given a chance.  I know this will not be easy to get used to working overnight, but I will still get to have dinner with Mike either way, and I'll get through it. 

Weight Watchers is still going well.  My weigh-in today was underwhelming, I only lost 0.6 lbs.  I know a loss is a loss, and better than gaining.  I did go out to eat a few times, and ate some things where I really could do nothing but guess on the points.  I feel like I could have been more honest, and should have gone to the gym to offset the high point days I had.  So, I tracked every single thing I put in my mouth today, and planned my meals for the next two days and already tracked them.  I also went to the gym today for an hour, and will do the same tomorrow and Monday to make up for the pizza we are ordering for the Super  Bowl. 

But on the upside, we have tried some really great recipes that I found on Pinterest.  There are certain things that I just can't do, like cauliflower mashed "potatoes", or fat free dairy products.  Fat free yogurt is just disgusting, I don't care how decadent sounding you make the flavor, it still tastes like crap.  I'd rather make the points room for the real deal.  I feel like making myself wait to a specific time before I eat my next snack at work is working out really well.  I just have to keep looking for new things to add to my rotations so I don't get tired, and grab a bunch of cookies. 

I feel that I am doing this.  I know this is really early on, and the temptation to quit has not really hit me yet.  I am sure I will struggle with that at some point.  The disappointment at how long this is going to take, the frustration of not losing as much as I think I should, the loose, saggy skin telling me I looked better when it was filled out with fat.  So, when all those nasty thoughts finally make their appearance, I just need to remind myself why I am doing this.  Not have to take blood pressure medications, not develop diabetes, hopefully get healthy enough to have a baby without medical intervention, finally get to wear clothes from somewhere other than Torrid, Lane Bryant, and Old Navy, to not hold myself back from doing certain things because of my weight (like go to a fitness class like yoga, get on a rollercoaster again, etc), to NOT have to ask for a seatbelt extender when we fly, to NOT have my weight be the blame for every medical problem I develop, to have my baby bump be visible when I do get pregnant.  To not let my children grow up thinking its normal to be overweight like I did.  To look cute in scrubs when the day comes when I am required to wear them.

The reasons go on and on.  I can't describe just how badly I want this, but have felt like it was hopeless.  I have actually been able to maintain a pretty steady weight the past few years, despite my stress eating and massive starbucks consumption through school.    Plus I love sweets.  LOVE.  But I am finding that I am learning to control that.  I still indulge, but once a week is my goal.  Weight Watchers sells these amazing toffee crunch ice cream bars that I depend on to get my sweet fix each night.  I regularly eat 2 of them, but I make do if I only points left for 1.  They are delicious! 

Anyway, I am hoping to be down 100 lbs in a year.  Then 50 lbs the next year, unless we start having the babies, of course.  But to lose the 100 lbs would be more than amazing for me. 

So....school, I've been a bad student.  I remembered that I had until February 22 to finish this segment of work, so I have put it off.  But I am going to get back on track tomorrow.  Then we are going to watch the Super Bowl.  I am actually pretty excited for the half-time show, I love me some Beyonce!!  I hope the commercials are good, too!

Good Things are a stirring!

It took me a few weeks to get my motivation up enough, but I have started working the Weight Watchers system.  I joined last Saturday, and really struggled with wanting to eat everything I brought to work at one time.  If its 10:00 in the morning, and I don't go home til after 4:00...that is a dangerous thing.  Add in the fact that there has been cake sitting 5 feet behind my head every single day this week.  Most would say this was the wrong week to start a diet.  My mouth was telling me it was the wrong week to start a diet.  However, I managed to distract myself from the cake, but I did do a lot of staring as other people ate their slice of cake, and I may have taken some smells, lol.  I also drank a lot of water when I started getting the urge to eat, if the water didn't work I knew it was probably time for the next snack.  This was really, really effective in spreading out my snacks throughout the day.

I also found that pre-tracking my points the day before made life a lot easier.  Because I knew I really wasn't going to have any points left over between the meals I planned, saying no to the cake was a lot easier.  I didn't get to the gym to exercise like I thought I would, so I was really worried that my 1st weigh-in would be a bit disappointing.  However, I did really well!  I lost 4.6 pounds in one week.  And I wasn't starving myself, we even went out to eat a couple of nights, and I had Starbucks the night before. 

At the meeting, I goofed and raised my hand when he asked if he anyway had any milestones, because he said "1,2, 3,4,5 lbs.." So I thought that applied to me, but really it was if you had reached your 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th 5lbs loss. Regardless, I got celebrated since it was my 1st weigh-in since starting.  It was really nice.  The meeting leader was awesome, and he did a drawing for a cookbook,, and I won!  I left feeling really good. 

Of course, that ended when I met up with friends for our annual Chrismukkah party, and knew I really had no good options to stay under my points.  We always go to Wildfire, which is my favorite place, but they have no nutritional information posted, so I totally had to guess.  I hate guessing because of the "what-ifs".  What if I pigged out way more, or am depriving myself because I over-guessed?  Weight Watchers gives you an extra 49 points to use however you want each week in addition to your daily total, so its really ok to go nuts one day as long as you are responsible the rest of the week.  I just really hate using those extra points because I feel like I will lose more weight by not using them.  And I got a long way to go, so I need any help I can get. 

Back to the party, I was anxious about the points I was using, but ended up saying what the hell, and ordered dessert which was super-delicious.  We all had an amazing, loud, and obnoxious-to-the-waitstaff kind of time.  This is the 5th year we've done it, and I hope many more to come!

In other news, a very promising job opportunity has come around.  I've had an open interview, which led to a job shadow/mini interview with the executive director/physical-drug-test-tb-test-background-check-credit-check-reference-check.  I have to go for my next TB test tomorrow, as I have to do a 2 step.  I still haven't gotten any updates on a start date, which I will admit, make the anxiety goblins in my head go crazy.  But, I am reminding myself that until they say "You are hired and you start on this date", the job isn't mine.  So if it for some reason falls through, I haven't truly lost anything....so I just have to keep it moving.  But I will admit, I am excited for the possibility this is presenting.  It feels amazingly good to know someone is actually considering me.

I also started my Nutrition class, and it was so weird to see the syllabus.  I am used to the amount of work that we have allotted for a month's time in this class, needing to be done in a week or two. It just seems really strange to have so much time to complete so little work.  I think it should definitely be interesting, and will surely help as I travel my weight loss journey.  Speaking of, I finally broke down and started taking my vitamins.  I could never get into it before.  But, I was unfortunately diagnosed with hypertension officially, and my doctor put me on a diuretic for it.  So needing to remember to take that inspired me to start remembering my vitamins.  Plus, we are looking at the possibility of starting to try to have kids in the next year or so, so I needed to start on pre-natal vitamins just to get in the habit.  I also started taking Calcium supplements for my bones (younger you start the better!) and Biotin because Pinterest said it would make my hair pretty and my nails strong! lol I have an app that is helping me to remember to take everything, and its working out pretty well!

Well, I think I have distracted myself long enough where my hubby will let me make dinner now!  We are making Fiesta Chicken Enchiladas, that I found on Pinterest, and its only 6 weight watcher points, so I am excited!! And hungry!! :)