Well, it’s a new year and I am still here. Our Christmas plans were ruined, but we made the best of things by going to New York to visit friends and do work-related stuff. New York with the boy was a bit of an experience (and I don’t mean in a good way), but it was a chance for lessons learned, that’s for sure. Thank goodness we are back.
Now, I find myself with a bit of a dilemma. I’ve been approached about taking a job, and I’m really of two minds about it. One side of me thinks it would be a great opportunity for me, but another wonders about the parent company and its overall health. Plus, it’s really something I haven’t done before — though I’m pretty confident I could do it — so there’s a bit of a fear factor there. I’m a little unsure of how I’d handle the new and different duties. I am totally up for a change. I’ve been doing the same thing for too many years now. But am I just falling for this opportunity because it’s the first thing to come along? Or is it really the right thing for me? *Sigh* I’ve managed to worry myself quite a bit about this already and it just came up today.
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On the weight front, I’m not doing so terrible but I’m not doing so great, either. I went to WW Monday and I was up from my lowest recent weight, but down from the previous weigh-in. So it’s good, generally. Today has been hard, though, as I’ve tried to stay on program. All of a sudden I can’t eat wantonly any more and I can’t use food so much like a coping mechanism. Well, I can do that somewhat, but not in the same way. It’s been an adjustment, that’s for sure.
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Meanwhile — and this ties in with the work thing — I am pondering what to do about breast feeding. I have a business trip coming up and it’d be a real challenge to keep BFing and pumping through the trip (probably a week long). And, yet, I don’t know if I’m ready to give it up entirely. We watched “march of the penguins” and some special about a panda cub being born on Animal Planet, and my mothering instinct really kicked in, big-time. I so wanted to take care of my baby in that so-natural way. Since then, though, my interest in continuing has waned a bit. The boy needs to be more independent and I need to get my body back. But when???