"Muse"

First of all, I lost .8lbs this week for a total of 5.6lbs.  This means that I recieved my very first 5lb sticker and am uber excited!  A family friend told me that he could tell I had lost some weight at church last week.  My boyfriend loves me no matter what size I am (my goodness he's wonderful!) and I've had some friends ask me why I'm doing WW.  I'm doing this for me.  I want to be healthier.

In the writing world, we often talk about our "Muse" and how she or he or they inspire us in our writing.  Personally, I have more then one supposed "Muse."  My God, my family, my boyfriend, my friends, and the beautiful world around me.

I have had a bit of a writer's block for quite some time now.  Just last week, I started writing poetry again and I am phyched!  One of my problems has been that I don't have that much time, and I still don't.  But now I'm making time.  Whenever and wherever I have an idea, I write it down; don't tell my professors....

One way that I really know that my creative "Muse" has seeped its way back into my veins is when I start writing love poetry.  I started a love poem last night.  These are, naturally, for K; although, he hasn't seen all of them.  There are some poems that will never be seen by anyone else's eyes but my own because they are way too sappy.

A poem that I wrote the day before the day before is one that I actually like (I rarely like my own work) but am very unsure of at the same time.  This is the first time that I have used profanity in one of my works; it isn't something that I use in my life.  "Savage Beast," this poem I created, simply felt as if it called for foul language.  And I gave it what it desired.

Never stop writing...

Pie

I lost 1 pd at WW this week, which is really odd considering how stressed I've been.  When I'm stressed, I eat more.  I also didn't track as well as I normally do, so am going to work on it this week.  In the meeting this morning we talked about how there's always a rainbow.  It's not just about loosing weight; for some people it's about feeling healthier, being able to put on an item of clothing/jewelry that they haven't worn in years.  For others it was being able to look down and see their feet again, or painting their toe nails without getting out of breath.  Personaly, my rainbow is feeling healthier and being able to excercise for longer and harder than I have been in the past.  But I also have rainbows outside of WW.  My family, my boyfriend, my friends, my church family, the ability to write, and my job.  What's your rainbow?

My job is pretty amazing.  I work with a group of wonderful people who are sometimes as crazy as I am.  My managers, coworkers, and I create a large dysfunctional family.  Naturally, there's drama.  Sometimes the ideal team work scenario doesn't work out and people tempers run high.  Someone tells me she thinks that a certain group of people at work are lazy, and then another person from that group walks by after person A asked me to help her with something.  Person B informs me that A is lazy.

Don't you love being in the middle of things?

I also love my customers, especially my regulars.  The ones that have actually learned how to pronounce my name and get happy when they see me.  Who make a point of having an actual conversation with me.  There's one couple that used to come in all of the time, and I'm starting to get worried because I haven't seen them in months.  Another couple that comes in, the wife delivers papers every day, and the husband did the driving for her after she had surgery.  One couple I saw last night brought their son and his new girlfriend with them.  The son informed me that he was excited at how well his parents were getting along with his new girlfriend; I talked to the wife about her spoiled dogs; the husband teasingly flirted with me as always; and on their way out they told me about his upcoming heart surgery.  There's an older man that comes in with his friends all of the time, who has informed me about a book that I must read; he keeps forgetting to bring me the promised copy.  One of our server's relatives comes in and calls me "Trouble" all of the time.  A couple of ladies that are always there--and I think that they're related to one of the managers--often bring in pies for the managers.  They gave me a pie last night.  And the kids that come in all of the time, they're wonderful.  I've been hugged my a couple of the little ones, and bought girl scout cookies from one of them.  I helped sing our Happy Birthday song to a little girl who had just turned one last night.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm bursting with stories, but they aren't all mine to tell.  I'm not that talkative most of the time, but I love listening.  I carry the stories of many different customers and coworkers with me, and they will stay with me out of love.

I do love my job.  No, it isn't my dream job, and I honestly never intended to work in food.  But it's amazing, and I'm so blessed to be able to have this experience.