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Status Update: Weekend 2

1. Housework/Organizing: Been doing very well with the bed making. Today is the first day I did not make it, but that's because the hubs was still in it when I left this morning. A hundy says he didn't make it this morning when he got up. I haven't been great on the dishes but I've been doing better with them. Laundry - eh. I got caught up on all the laundry last weekend but did NONE this weekend.

2. Budgeting/$$: Well, I have no money so this one isn't really applicable. I'm really stressed out about money so I'm just going to skip this one for this week.

3. Personal Appearance/Health: I can't stop eating. My husband keeps making comments about me needing to get a workout in. My ex-boss asked me if I was pregnant. So, yeah, the weight thing is getting to me. I haven't gained any more since I gained the 13 lbs back and I'm still down 10 lbs from where I was but I feel HORRIBLE. I want to lose those 13 lbs again (and then maybe about 5 more after that). I felt really great when I was at my lowest weight and I want to feel like that again BUT I CAN'T STOP SHOVELING FOOD INTO MY PIE HOLE!! UGH! Personal appearance, well that was pretty much crap this weekend and I didn't get a shower today because Braz woke up at 6:00 AM and he has decided to no longer stay in his bed EVER and gets up all the time.

This weekend sucked for me. I'm depressed and stressed and it just wasn't good. I laid around and pretty much did nothing but be a grump and yell at Brazos (who was being a major terd all weekend). I need to refocus and get my head back on straight and stop self-sabotaging. It's a new week - take a deep breath - eyes on the prize, Violet, eyes on the prize...

On a positive note, I'm on the job hunt. I'm in contact with a job recruiter and I actually took the time to update my resume. Hoping to find something that pays a little more and will not make me dread going to work everyday. Keeps your fingers crossed I find something good...


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