And suddenly my cup runneth over. Since my post from January 22nd, with its litany of complaints, things have been slowly and steadily moving uphill.
I started Weight Watchers again in earnest in mid-March, and Geoff started doing it, too. I lost 9.2 pounds in the first three weeks, but the best part about this wasn't the pounds lost, it was the fact that I felt in control of how I was eating, how I was living. I stopped feeling ashamed (about hating how things were, but being too lazy or too busy to change it). I have been re-learning valuable skills about what kind of food keeps me feeling good; I've been celebrating the feeling of hunger. And yet I also managed to fit in a piece of chocolate every day. This has been huge in terms of how much more relaxed and happy I've been.
My job is better, too. For one thing, my new team leader (she became my supervisor as of January 1st) has turned out to be awesome. She's funny, she's smart, she's sympathetic, she's honest, she's helpful, she's supportive. At the end of March I got a raise (retroactive to Jan. 1st) and a bonus, and a note from my new supervisor letting me know that she'd looked at the numbers, and she thinks I'm underpaid, so she's scheduling me for a supplementary review in 6 months. This is without me ever complaining about my salary! I was impressed.
And in addition to that, I've been offered an opportunity to contribute to a book of personal essays that will be put together this spring (and maybe summer). I probably won't get paid much, but I will get paid *something* (which will be the first time I've ever gotten paid for writing), and even more importantly, I'll get published. This makes me feel, as you can probably imagine, so much better about my day job.
And then, for Easter weekend, my very own symbol of rebirth:
(It is incredibly early. I am tentatively thrilled.)
I still need to go to the dentist.