Quitter

Well, it’s done. I just quit my job. And, yes, I have a new one. But, wow. I’ve had the same boss since 2001, so this is a pretty major shift, not to mention that it’s a fairly significant shift in my workaday routine. But it seems like it’ll be fun, so I’m really excited (and nervous). I am to work out my 2 weeks notice and then start the new gig (after 1 day off completely).

In the midst of all the chaos (meanwhile, DH is away on business until further notice — at LEAST 2.5 wks), my eating hasn’t been extremely disordered. At least not today. Last night, on my first night without DH, and with so much on my mind, I finished off the last of the birthday cake, practically shoving it in my mouth. Why? Probably loneliness (so much going on, no one to talk to), stress (taking care of the boy by myself for weeks) and guilt (with all the drama I completely forgot the JC appointment until 5 mins before I was supposed to be there — too late). But since then, it has been better.

I narrowly avoided eating a savory scone or two for breakfast. The way I worded that, it’s as if the scones were chasing after me and I was fortunate enough to duck at the right time. I had lunch out, and it wasn’t too terrible. I let my lunch partner order, since it was a tapas place he’d been to before, and we shared. Now I sit in the office, completely and utterly distracted. But I’d better finish up my work for the week before it’s too late. Bon weekend!

P.S. I rescheduled my JC meeting for 10 a.m. tomorrow so I’m not completely off the wagon in that regard