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Well, I guess the pills are finally making it through my body.  Yesterday I saw 2 drops of oil in the toilet.  This morning, a bit more.  But at least it isn't just randomly leaking out of my ass, it happens when I go to the bathroom.  At first I was disgusted, but then I realized that what is in the toilet was fat that my body didn't absorb - and any fat that isn't in my body is good fat!  If it doesn't get any worse than what I saw this morning, I can definitely deal with it.

Well, so far no nasty poops!

Actually, I had no BMs on Saturday, which was surprising. 

I haven't told my husband that I'm taking the pills.  Actually, I haven't even told him I'm watching what I'm eating because if I ever not eat well at a meal he'll be all, "I thought you wanted to lose weight?" and make me feel bad.  So if he puts two and two together when he sees me eating more fruit and fresh vegetables that is fine but I'm not making an announcement to him.

Last night he asked me if I wanted to go out for an ice cream after we ate dinner.  If I said no, he would have known something was up, so I went, hoping that there would be some low/no-fat something-or-other.  The place had frozen hot chocolate, which is like hot chocolate mix, some milk, and ice, all blended up.  I thought that was the lowest-fat item there, so I got it.  I was so afraid I was going to wake up with oily shit, but nothing happened!  Maybe it really is somewhat low-fat, or that the dinner I ate was so low fat that I didn't go overboard.

I registered with the Alli website last night.  It gave me a menu for all my meals for the week, and recipes.  I am going to use them as a guide, not eat exactly what the menu tells me, especially since a lot of the meals include seafood, which I'm allergic to.  I was surprised at how many meals included low-fat mayo - I hate mayo so I'm going to try to find something I can use as a substitute.

So a few weeks ago I went to the doctor to get a mole looked at.  I got weighed there, and was disgusted with my weight, so I decided I was going to watch what I'm eating and try to get down to a tolerable weight.

While I was at Target getting a prescription filled I saw the starter kits for Alli, the FDA-approved OTC weight loss drug.  I decided to try it out. From what I've read about Alli, the worst side effect is oily discharge from your ass.  The pills block the fat in the food you eat from being absorbed, and it you eat too much fat it has nowhere to go but drip out your ass.  The pills help you keep track of what you are eating - you obviously need to look at everything you eat before deciding to take a pill (you can skip pills for meals you know will be over 15 grams of fat) so you have to analyze everything that goes into your stomach.  While I don't want oil dripping out of my ass, the thought of having to make a decision about everything I put in my mouth was interesting and something I wanted to try.  At least for one month.  These pills aren't cheap, and if I don't see improvements by Labor Day, I won't buy any more.

I just hope that instead of just opting to not take a pill, I will make more of an effort to have less than 15 grams of fat with each meal.  I started the pills last night with dinner.  So far I haven't had any effects, but I did read that it would take 24 hours for the oily effects to show (ie, if I ate too much fat last night, I wouldn't observe the effects of it until this evening).  Wish me (and my ass) luck!

I've been so busy!

My new office job has been going really well.  I'm getting along with everyone, actually being given formal training, and just having fun with everyone I'm working with.  I've gotten a few crazy people in the office, and of course the ignorant rednecks, but at least I have coworkers that joke about them.  My coworkers are a riot with sick senses of humor just like mine.

The new business is chugging along.  I'm selling bags without even tyring!  Last weekend I even sold the bag off my shoulder.  Over Memorial Day weekend I'll be selling my bags at a local beer and wine festival.  Everyone who has seen my bags has told me that I should do very well, including the sponsors of the event!  I hope I make some money off of this and make a lot of business contacts.  I'm considering this my coming out party for my business!

I still need to get my butt in gear and get set up to accept credit cards, and I need to get some folding tables for the booth rental, and table cloths, and who knows what else that I can't think of at the moment.  I also need to clean out my pig pen of an office to get everything reorganized and find a place to put all my bags!

One day I'll come up with a system to keep track of everything.  One day.

Well, this past Friday I sold my first bag!  I sold it to a stylist in the hair salon where I get my hair done.  The girls in the salon really liked the bags and want to have a party in the salon - I'm excited about that!  I tried to sell some more bags this morning at the bank where I opened my business checking account, but the 2 women I originally spoke with were not in this morning - I'll try again tomorrow afternoon.

I know if I ever make enough selling bags to make a living off it, it will take a long time, so I have still been looking for office work.  I'm starting a job on Wednesday - I'll be working for another employment agency doing on-site recruiting for a big customer of theirs.  I have always liked this agency more than the other agency I worked for, and they had been trying to get me in to work for them for a while but things never worked out.  Now the stars have aligned, and I'm in!  This customer is very picky and the only reason why I got this job is because they don't like the agency person that is in there now.  I hope they will like me!  Keep fingers crossed!

Would you buy one of these bags?

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I had mentioned in September that I bought a Beijo Bag and that I thought it was really cool.  I've gotten a ton of compliments on the bag, and the more I used it the more I loved it.

Fast forward to last week.  I'm sending out my resume and not getting any responses, and doing lots of research online about working from home.  As I was taking a long shower (I do that when I want to be alone and think things out about life decisions) a lightbulb flashed over my head - I could sell Beijo Bags!  They are really cool, they aren't too expensive, it is a product I can get behind, and there are no reps in my area so I could get all the purse sales.  I contacted the woman who sold me my bag, did online research, spoke with the regional manager, did some more research, met with some reps in another city, and took the big step today to becoming an independent sales rep!

I got my Federal and State IDs today - I feel so corporate!  Anyone want to have a Beijo party?

Lately I've been watching a lot of Turner Classic Movies during the day.  Here are some things I've noticed about old movies:

They really enjoy fooling each other into thinking they are someone else.  I can't believe how many movies I've seen in the past week where the plot involves one main character pretending to be someone else so the other main character will fall in love with him/her.  Seriously, did this work in the 40s and 50s?  Did pretending to be someone else make a girl swoon for a guy?  It just seems a little creepy to me that a woman would fall head over heels for a guy who lies about who he is, or make a confirmed bachelor decide to suddenly get married when he finds out a woman who had been bothering him winds up not being the annoyance he thought she was.

I think they hated crippled people by making them look like big jerks.  In the movies I watched, any time someone was in an accident and they lost their sight/lost use of a limb/became paralized, they shunned their loved ones because they didn't think anyone could love them now that they were no longer 100% capable.  WTF?  Dude, you lost your sight in a battle with the Germans, I seriously doubt the woman you were going to marry or your family members really care you can't see, they just want you home - why make them think you died?  What really kills me is that when the fiance finds out their intended is alive/in the neighboring town and is crippled, they find them and tell them they love them, and the crippled person is always like, "Really?  Even though I lost use of my eyes/limbs and abandoned you?  Gee, that's swell!" and they kiss and the movie ends. If my husband hurt himself and then made me think he was dead, and years later I found out he was alive,  I'd hunt him down and smack the everloving shit out of him for putting me through such emotional turmoil.  Asshole.

The movies are pretty bad.  The plots are pretty dumb (see above) and the actors either overact, or robotically recite the words in the script they memorized. 

Yet, somehow, I can't stop watching them.  I guess I just love the cheese.

Oh my god, I need a new back.

Tuesday afternoon as I was walking around town, my lower back was bothering me.  That evening I took a long hot shower, and it made my back feel even worse.  When I woke up yesterday morning, I could barely walk.

I hobbled around for most of the day, and then decided to bite the bullet and take a Percocet around 4pm.  It definitely helped. I took only half the prescribed amount (the prescription from when I had my deviated septum fixed) so I could still function, and around 8pm it started to wear off so I took another pill.

This time, life wasn't so good.  Around 9:30, I started feeling sick.  I realized that when I took the first pill I had eaten a late lunch and then had a small dinner 2 hours after taking the pill, so I always had a full stomach.  Not so much with the second pill.  I had some toast, and then had a handful of Flat Earth Veggie Crisps and a ginger ale, and it didn't help.  Around 10:30 I threw up, which is tons of fun when you are trying to support your lower back while your stomach is spasming. 

This morning I'm feeling a lot better than yesterday, but I really wish my lower back would stop tweaking out on me.  This has been happening ever since I started going to a chiropractor even though I didn't have back problems.  When I was around 10 years old my dad's chiropractor convinced him that if he cared about his family's health he should bring us in for regular adjustments. And by regular, I mean coming in 3 times a week for over a year, and then slowly cutting down to once a week.  Did I get any healthier?  Hells no.  BUT, I did manage to develop problems with my spine right in between my shoulder blades, and my lower back gets pinched nerves at least every other month and being on my feet for long periods of time really bothers my lower back. 

Between my bad back and Harry's bad knees, you'd think we had the bodies of 80 year olds.  Sexy.

So, uh, it's been a while, huh? 

I didn't want to make this blog be all, "Oh, woe is me, my job sucks, blah blah blah" so I just didn't post.  In December I was working 6 days a week, working in the Silver department on Saturdays and whenever it got busy.  In the middle of December a new bookkeeper was hired, we got along GREAT, and I thought things would improve in the new year.  The fact was that things got worse in January.  My boss got verbally abusive, and all the changes that were supposed to happen (like me going back to assisting the bookkeeper and getting to work on the ebay store) never happened.  The first weekend in February Harry and I went to Colorado with my brother and his wife to visit my father and his wife - it was the nicest 5 days I had had in many months, and I had forgotten how pleasant it was to not constantly wonder if I was going to be yelled at in front of coworkers or customers.  When I got back to work I was immediately yelled at by my boss and was threatened with firing - I figured out that was the 8th time since September that he did that.  Between the observance of my verbal abuse and finding out that there were a few incidents of "creative accounting" by the owner, the new bookkeeper gave her notice and stongly suggested I do the same.  I spoke with friends and family, and the next day I confronted my boss about the way he treats me.  He blamed me for his yelling, just like a husband would blame his wife for doing things to make him beat her.  I told him it was unacceptable, and gave him my two weeks notice.  My last day was the last Friday in February.  I had sent my resume out to some places and had some interviews, but I haven't heard from them one way or another.

The first week I was unemployed I went up to NJ to help my mother get settled into her new condo.  I ended up staying 3 days longer than I expected, because there was so much that mom didn't do at the house that she moved out of.  I ended up making up a story about a career fair back home that I wanted to go to so I could get out of cleaning out years of crap that had been rat-packed away and needed to be thrown out or sent to Goodwill.

I've been home since Friday, and I haven't been doing as much cleaning as I was expecting to do.  I thought I would clean up rooms that we just throw crap into when we don't have room for it somewhere else, but instead I've been spending a lot of time on the internet looking for jobs and basically effing around.  I figure with all the crap I went through at work, and all the work I had to do for my mom in NJ, I deserve to fuck off for a few days.

So, how have you been?

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