Hoping and Wishing

I have been working at the hospital for some time now.
I hate it.
I don't feel like I am a difference. I feel like I'm just there to bring people ice and take there blood pressure.

I belong at the Health Center.
I have called to see if I can get my job back. I believe that I should be given a second chance. My fear is, is that I wont be hired back.

I didn't realize how much I actually enjoyed my job. I miss the people I worked with. And most importantly I miss helping the ladies that live there.
They became a part of my life.

I had found my place. Then I went and let it be taken from me. Now, I'm fighting for it.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed and saying an extra prayer. Doing a little hoping and wishing also. I will call back tomorrow.

Losing It

41 pounds and 49 inches down.

I look in the mirror and I don't see the weight gone. Maybe when I reach my goal I will. But there is good chance that I will always look in the mirror and see myself at my heaviest.

All of my pants are hanging off of me. I don't want to spend the money on any new ones until I can't put it off any longer.

I'm proud of myself for making it this far.