TJSloan's Journal, 03 June 2013

Dear Me,

Well, I'm not going to complain. I'm still at 217 pounds. This after a week-end of feeling really sick to my stomach at the mere thought of food, and we won't even discuss what the smell of sourcrout (you spell it), onions and peppers were doing to me. I have a list of things I want to talk with Steve (my doctor) about regarding Bydureon, the least of which is that 24-48 hours after the weekly injection I feel really sick to my stomach for 1-3 days. He told me there was something in it that made people, or rather helped people, lose weight. I now know what that something is. My husband is being a pain, and I really shouldn't say that. I couldn't really ask for a better husband than the one I have. Even after 24 yrs together, we still don't argue, though I won't say we don't have our spats, we just don't argue. And yes, there is a difference. Anyway, apparently lately I've been venting a little too much to him about work. There's a lot of changes going on with the company I work for, and a lot of upheaval in the particular branch I work at. On top of this, my darling has decided he wants to start his own "at-home" business to do on the side. Now, please understand, he works 50+ hours a week as Area Trainer for DirecTV, plus every other week we do lawn-care for two maybe three yards across town. I work 40 hours a week, plus am in school taking night classes. I also have on the side a LiaSophia business that I do more as a hobby than anything else, but still, when active that takes me away from home one night a week, then I have monthly meetings for Lia Sophia and to keep my Pharmacy Technician Certification up. I explained to him, that I would support him in this new business venture, but I was not going to be doing it. I've already attempted something like that once, and I'm still trying to pay off the bills associated with it, and plus, I'm just no good with trying to sell weight loss programs or getting other people interested in the business opportunity. Heck, I can't even get my family to support me in things that won't cost them money, much less talk them into spending money on something to help me out. Anywho, long story short, Friday on my way home, I was talking to him about stuff happening in the office and speculations I was making about things that might or might not happen and how they would go over, when he cut me off with "Well, I have a job opportunity for you. I will be your boss, but you won't be working for me, like you did when we first met. I will have goals for you to meet, such as talk to 20 people a day about the products." I don't remember what else he said, because it pretty much just set me off and I quit listening. I don't make a good housewife, and perhaps I still don't know that I want to work in the area that I'll be getting my degree in, but he complains now that I don't have friends. Me staying home and only talking on the phone to people...would have me way more isolated than he thinks I am now. Oh, I'm pretty sure we could survive on his paycheck, maybe not have the things we have now, or spend as much money as we do now...but I'd go stark raving mad staying at home. It'd be ok for a day or a week or maybe even a month, but after that...we have no kids. I'm certainly not a Little Miss Homemaker, though I love being at home.