Ending On A Good Note…With A Smile

I rarely put much thought into the way that I dress, especially during the work week.  On the weekends, I put zero thought into the way I dress.  Yesterday was Friday, technically my day off, but I worked, as I typically do.  I kept it simple with light blue jeans and a pair of white Filas.  I topped it off with a blue collared shirt with a bunch of squares on it.  I’ve worn this look before, but for some reason, a lot more people, both in and out of the office, happened to notice me yesterday.  I got a lot of compliments on my look, which is something I am not used to.  Most days, I anticipate flying under the radar, going about my day unnoticed.  There was something odd to everything yesterday, but I didn’t mind.  Maybe I was walking with a certain and perhaps newfound confidence?  I didn’t try to explain it, but it was definitely out of my usual.  People looking at me?  I’m definitely not used to that sort of thing, but it felt good.  Compliments, especially when they happen organically, are always appreciated. 

I didn’t do much at work yesterday, beyond my usual, anyway.  At least, I don’t think I was as productive as I could have been.  Still, I did what I could.  I spent the day by myself, except when I had to talk to people and interact with others.  As much as I wanted to be a complete recluse, I wasn’t able to do so.   

I still don’t have much of an appetite these days.  The Ozempic continues to do its thing, for which I am grateful.  Mealtime isn’t as exciting as it used to be when I was fatter.  I wasn’t interested in putting much thought into lunch, so I decided to eat the same exact lunch I had on Wednesday, the same combo meal that I had when I was with a certain disrespectful someone.  It’s amazing how much better food tastes when you’re not being disrespected and being treated like a complete piece of shit.  Suffice it to say that my chicken burrito yesterday was just delightful and nowhere near as fucking terrible as it was on Wednesday.  The fries were on point and were just scrumptious.  Lunch was actually pretty good (by myself, mind you), and I had no complaints. 

Speaking of Ozempic, I got into a lengthy conversation about my experience with this medication.  The woman with whom I was conversing was about two months into her journey with Ozempic.  She’s taking the second lowest dose (0.50mg), whereas I’m on the highest dose (2.00mg).  She’s asked me about my overall experience with the drug, as well as my experience with any side effects.  I don’t believe she’s diabetic, so she’s on Ozempic strictly for the weight loss benefits, though the medication should still help her with keeping her blood glucose under control.  I want to say that I’ve written this before, but for the sake of being redundant, I’ll get into it again.  The only side effect I ever experience would be the recurring nausea.  This nausea can occur daily, though each bout seldom lasts more than a few minutes, if not a few seconds.  I’ve actually come to enjoy it, for some strange reason.  Whether or not I have this kind of power, I am of the mindset that I can cause this nausea whenever I have any kind of food-related thought.  I can have any kind of thought about food and moments later, the nausea temporarily sets in.  It nags for a brief moment, it goes away, and I go about my day.  She had asked me about my overall experience because she is supposed to start her 1.00mg dosage in mid-May and she wanted to know if there’s anything she could expect with the increase in dose.  I told her that she should expect better results overall, meaning better appetite suppression and increased weight loss.  I didn’t want to scare her, but I also mentioned that she could experience the nausea I get.  It is a possibility.  I wished her the best with her increase in dose and told her that she could see better results within the next two to four months.  Hopefully, that all works out for her. 

So, I don’t know if this is a permanent fix, but the powers that be finally got that damn air conditioning unit on my side of the office to finally start working again.  It was freezing at my cubicle on Thursday and I could not have been any happier.  It wasn’t quite a tear-jerking moment, but damn, it was close.  At its coldest at my cubicle that day, the temperature dropped to 69 degrees.  There was a brief period where things got hot all over again and I was again disheartened.  About 90 minutes later, the cold found its way back to the vent above my desk and the temperatures were damn near arctic again.  The good thing about this damn air conditioning unit working again is that I don’t have to get up and stroll to the other side of the office just to escape the arid conditions to which I had grown accustomed for nearly a year.  Not that I’m too lazy to get up and get a few steps in, but beyond my cubicle and maybe Christina’s office, there’s not much reason to get up and venture to the other side of the office.  There’s nothing there for me, not a fucking thing.  Well, we’ll see how long this cold spell lasts, because it had been absent for way the hell too long. 

The end of the week turned out to be pretty decent.  Both Thursday and Friday more than made up for the shitty Wednesday I endured.  I felt pretty good as the weekend approached and I’m optimistic that next week will be all right. 

I had momentarily forgotten how much I enjoy my solitude.  I also liked how it felt not to be disrespected and belittled by someone who I thought was a friend.     

I have a lot more stuff on my mind that I’d like to write about, so I’m hoping this will lead to more entries by the end of tomorrow. 

We’ll see if time and opportunity present themselves.