I'm Not Hungry Anymore

I do not like to leave food on a plate. I will try to eat everything on my plate. Even when I am full I keep eating until all the food is gone if I can possibly help it. I know it's not healthy. I don't know why I do it. Maybe It's because I don't like to be wasteful. Maybe it's because I'm a bit O.C.D. (I even measure my shoe laces). Perhaps it's because that personality test I took in college said I was a perfestionist. But the fact remains that I do it. I'm just thankful that I have a fairly high metabolism rate. I could weigh 600 pounds now. (I could still stand to lose a few pounds). With that being said, I dare say I'm the same way in life. If you give me a task to do, I'm gonna do what it take to get it done. And if you give me 100 tasks, I will try to accomplish them, too. Maybe it's determination. It could be a will to prove I am somebody, I am not a loser. Possibly, it's a will to survive, or a need to feel wanted, accepted. But the fact remains that I will do it or die trying. Sometimes it feels a bit overwhelming. How will I ever get all of this or that done? I've tried ignoring the issue at hand, procrastination, if you will. It's still there. It doesn't go away. In fact, it only increases the stress level, particularly if there is a deadline involved. I don't care for asking for help. Maybe I'm afraid of looking weak, not up to the job. But life seems to favor those not-so-little curve balls. And it becomes necessary to make a change, albeit ever so uncomfortable to do so. I will either be forced to get assistance or back out altogether. But quitting is such an ugly option to me. The stresses of life have been mounting lately. My mind goes a thousand miles a minute most days. I watch the news and fret over things I have little to no control over, because I know it could potentially affect my life. Potentially? It shouldn't even be a concern yet, but it is one. Work has been changing drastically lately. I'm not convinced it's all for the good. But I work for the man, a rather large corporation that has been on the fortune 500 list. When they say jump you are more than welcome to ask questions, but in the end you'd be wise to just jump. But overall it's been a good job, and I feel compelled to be be thankful for it. Of course, there's this move coming up, as well. Anyone who has ever had to move knows the stresses of it all, whether it's across the street or across the world. Just the decision alone could nearly drive one mad. And I could never leave out family and friends. I must admit that some things have gotten a quick prayer and then forgotten. It's not because I don't care, but because I do. I could easily allow so many other problems consume me when I haven't even begun to conquer my own. But immediate family and close friends are not an option to ignore. I dare say I'd do just about anything for those close to me if I could. These days life is what it is. The stresses of life are great, and I'm positive I'm not alone when I wonder how I will ever get through it all. But I'm convinced it is not impossible. If I could give any advice on how to cope with a full plate, even to myself, it would be this: Start with one bite at a time, feel free to share, and don't be afraid to say no to dessert.

Worked to Death!!

I'm back into the swing of things at work, now. But I'm not lovin' the "swing of things". I like my job, but with the economy the way it is we don't really have the help we need. And we're not likely going to get it any time soon. So that means, as my boss so neatly put it, "We are just going to have to do more with less." That is simply translated as my work load will multiple, but my pay check will not. It's getting very hard to keep up with everything I have to do. And that gets frustrating. Sometimes I feel like those Sunday comics where the inbox is full to overflowing, and the outbox is empty. My theme song is from the show "Scrubs". "I can't do this all on my own. I'm no superman."

Now that I've vented, gotta mention my chickens. I got out Little Chicken yesterday, and he wanted to stay right by his pen. He was being quite sneaky, though. I threw in some cucumber slices to all my hens, and he stuck his head in through the wire and stole a few slices. I had to laugh. I got a couple of SILKIES!! I got a blue rooster and a white hen. The man I got them from said I can get a splash hen and a white rooster, too, if I want. But I don't have room right now. I've never been to auction which is 2nd and 4th Saturday of the month, so I'll prolly got in a couple of weeks, just to see how it all works. Then I will try to sell off some of what I've got. Then I want to get into pure breeds for show!! I've got some buff reds mixed that are only three weeks old. I moved them out of the bitty box yesterday into a divided pen, next to a couple of white reds mixed that are about 2 1/2 months old. This morning when I went to feed the little ones had gotten in with the bigger ones. No one was fighting, but I will have to keep an eye on them. Don't want the babies to get bullied out of food.