Sure, of course they are related!
Weight loss is really hard. I've stalled out, and I get frustrated. I'm realizing how difficult it is for me to be by myself, and how lonely I feel without my friends pizza and garlic bread. Somedays it is almost unbearable.
Even though I had an employee in a terrible Worker's Comp accident and another employee that I had to use my broken-record means of discipline (where I say the same thing over and over until they either get it or they are so sick of me they storm out of the room/hang up--isn't HR fun!?), I ended up with a super-fabulous day.
1. I got a surprise package from my parents--a new low-carb cookbook (by Dana Carpenter, who is supposed to be the low-carb recipe guru...I'll let you know), and an instant-read thermometer (so that I can stop overcooking my chicken to the point of inedible leathery strings of protein). Why did I get a gift? Don't know. The message in the box simply said that the Parents are proud of me. Aw, shucks.
2. I got a really cool card from my friend, the Jabulish (she both Jewish and fabulous, so I think the name fits). It was just a no reason, thanks for being my friend card. I needed to hear that, and I love getting things with actual postage.
3. I went to a Layne Bryant event to get workout wear that fits, and they were having an in-store drawing. I heard them announce it from the dressing room, and I went flying out--clothing slightly asunder--to put my name in the hat just before she drew the winning ticket. And, of course, it was my name. Let me tell you there were some large and lovely ladies who were shooting me daggers with their eyes (although I can't blame them on this one). So, I got a free bra, which I desperately need (and which all the Layne Bryant shoppers could figure out when I ran out of the dressing room still buttoning a shirt). And I got to pick my own. In leopard print. Because there is just something fabulous about winning a practical item that is also just a little bit of fun.
So between having amazing parents, wonderful friends, and a new leopard-print bra, I figure that I am one lucky b*tch. For a small fee, I'll let you rub my belly like a Buddha for luck.