Trying to Conserve My Hand Strength

You might have noticed I haven’t been around as much. I’m trying to be good to see if it makes a difference. So far, it has not.

I know I’ve got the speech to text, but I don’t like using it. It feels somehow less intimate.

I’ve done nothing all weekend, except laundry. And Derek did all of the folding.

I’m looking forward to learning the scanner this week. And whatever else they want to teach me.

I’m looking forward to getting all hot and sweaty and getting severe hat head on my bangs and a film of box dirt on my face everyday. No. But I am super psyched about getting my steps in. And I do like to learn new things. As long as those things don’t slow me down for too long.

And I have to say, no one has made me feel like I’m in anyone’s way, even if I ever might have been.

I try on my new clothes, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get discouraged when I look in the mirror. I don’t look bad. But I don’t look good. I’m shapeless.

I’m impatient. I want noticeable results and I want them yesterday. I’ve only lost 5 pounds, that’s not even a dent. That’s not even a ding.

I hope some miracle happens and they do keep me in the warehouse.

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