Decisions in A day in the life...

First Prosebox entry....woo hoo!

So after much stressing and anxiety....and LOTS of praying, I finally decided to file a lawsuit against AAA for what the attorney I was working for did. The lawsuit has to be against AAA because the attorney I was working for works for a firm that's in-house counsel for AAA....so that's how it goes. I talked to an attorney I used to work for today and told him what was going on and he told me I definitely have a case, and isn't it nice that my case is against a company with deep pockets? LOL. I never thought about it that way. I'm not doing this out of malice or for revenge....I'm doing this because I was wronged, in a HUGE way, and I'm after justice. Even my pastor was all for it....which shocked the hell out of me. He told me, hey, what that lady did to you was wrong on so many levels, so sue their pants off!

Otherwise, I'm doing okay. Still dealing with anxiety and having sleeping issues, but the individual and group therapy are a huge help, and my psychiatrist is awesome! I really love the group therapy, though....it's nice to be with other people who understand what you're going through and don't judge. People who have never had or dealt with mental illness just don't get it, and some of them can say some really hurtful and insensitive things. I'm learning to let those things go and just tell myself they don't mean it because they don't understand. For the most part it works, but sometimes I want to punch them in the face. Oh, did I mention I have anger issues also?

Physically, I'm doing great. My diabetes is under incredible control....my last A1c was 6.2 (the doctors like it below 7.0), all the rest of my blood work is in the normal ranges, and according to my doctor's scales (I saw her last Monday), I have lost 68 pounds! That's right.....6-8....68....yay me!! I've gone from a size 22 to a size 12/14, and it feels so good! So I'd like to get to a size 10 and I'll be good. I just have to stay off the scales because when the numbers don't drop as fast as I want them to I start obsessing, and I need to keep reminding myself that since I work out with weights as well as do cardio, I'm building muscle and muscle weighs more than fat....blah blah blah. So hubby had to hide the scales from me. My doctor told me it doesn't matter what the scales say, what matters is how your clothes fit and how you feel. Okay....I'll try. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, though, I think damn, looking good! Other times I look and cringe and think, ugh!

There are some health things going on with my sister, but I don't want to get into detail until we know more....but if anyone who reads this is a believer and a prayer, send one up for my sister Stacey if you would please?

Okay, I'm going to put on my headphones and listen to some meditation music and try and get my mind off things that trigger my anxiety and maybe (hopefully!) fall asleep at a decent hour. Much love!!!

Amy