Reinventing Joy

So today, is Day 8 of my total vocal rest.  I've managed to go to happy hour and still have fun thanks to my friend's pad and markers! I went to the beach on a whim.  I also started to meditate.  I am quite proud of myself that I was able to accomplish this feat for so long.  It feels longer than 8 days.   I managed to get food poisoning twice this week from bad lettuce at two different restaurants.  What are the odds with that?  I'm supposed to be eating better and I'm avoiding produce like the plague.  Hell, it gave me the plague! Keeping it light and starving!  Not the best way for weight loss at all1  My mom told me that there's a "thing" out there that is tainting the lettuce and killing folks.  That made me feel so much better!  And I'm eating salads like a friggin' rabbit because "thinner is the winner" has been my mantra for quite some time now.  But death by salad is not the way I'm going out of this world. ...

I'll make this brief. I didn't get a really awesome promotion the same week I realized that my relationship with GI Joe had run its course and ended it. To cap off this magnificent week, I had two weeks to find a place to live, pack and move out. I'm not there yet to see the sunshine. Being cursed with a nickname like Joy, I just can't have more than one bad day at least in the eyes of my Manager at work. I am running on emotional fumes. I am hollow. I am tapped out and I've given all that I have to give. Being around large groups isn't fun and this is a huge sign to me that I'm not there. I'm trying not to eat my feelings because I've lost 12 lbs so far and am on my way to losing my final 10 lbs. I just don't want to get out of bed bit I have to in order to pack and give extra stuff to Goodwill. I still have a few items to donate to the kidney foundation pick up. I know logically that it will get better but I wish people would allow m...