Changing life

My last journal was a little out of date and needed to be updated.

I found a job, I now work part time at the liquor store a block from my house. I'm picking up some hours from other people who want less hours (going back to school), but I still need more than they can give me. This means I'm still looking for a job. By the same token, it also means that I can afford to get bus tickets and fix my bike so I can look for a job farther from home. I've also decided to go into Marketing or Advertising next year at college, wish me luck.

In other news, a lot of you who I talk to on msn or in the chatrooms may have noticed I'm worrying about my health more and more lately. It's true. I have a lot of allergies both environmental and food and some of the food allergies are quite severe. Because my allergies get worse with exposure, that means I have to attempt to avoid all that I'm allergic to, which is a challenge. So let's tell a story.

About a year ago (or pretty close to that) I started working out for my "upcoming" basic training. I knew I would have to be able to do push-ups a certain way, which I also knew would be a challenge if I didn't work out before. Time passed, little changed. I failed two fitness tests and failed out of college.

About two months ago, I managed to get an appointment with an allergist. This meant I went in and got pricked. She made me angry because I made the appointment to test for food allergies including fruit, which you have to test fresh fruit, not prepackaged juice and she wasn't prepared for it. This made me angry and still makes me angry because I don't think that the results of the test were properly found. Reguardless, I got what I was looking for and came out with a piece of paper saying I had allergies to food, which is what I needed for Basic Training.

Onward one week... I failed the threshold fitness test at basic. This means you get released, no questions asked, bye-bye. The reason for my failure? Push-ups. So I was released from the military and I wasn't pleased about it, not happy.

When I got home, I went into a little depression and stopped eating most of the day, until someone told me to. I have no idea how I managed it and how I managed to not starve, but I did. My boyfriend (who I moved in with at that point, only adding to my stress) got upset with me and made me promise to eat.

I'm eating now (which is a good thing because he's not home right now), but I'm not eating well. I'm also watching a lot of TV, and a lot of TV weight-loss programs. Those shows talk about eating well as being key to losing weight and gaining muscle mass. I already knew that, but it didn't click until a couple weeks ago. I realized that the reason I couldn't gain the muscle mass needed to do push-ups, the muscle mass I was working to get for the last year, was probably because I wasn't eating right.

On realizing that, I started looking into getting a dietitian to help me out. I found a hotline for my province (811 for anyone in British Columbia, in case you were wondering) and made an appointment to talk to the allergy dietitian.

I just got off the phone with her to find out that I'm probably doing right with my diet, or at least more right than I thought. It is hard to get everything I need with my allergies, but I'm hoping to be able to work something out where I can be healthy. I have another appointment with the dietitian in a week and a half, so we'll see where that goes.

In the meantime, I've started on the right track and the dietitian seemed impressed with what I was doing for myself.

Here's hoping I get another job (or something full-time). Here's hoping my new, better diet will help me. Here's hoping my boyfriend will be home in a week. Here's hoping we can go to my cousin's wedding. Here's hoping I can save for college.

Later dudes.

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Fall Plans:
save for the wedding

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visit my stock account, lostock

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