Mother of Flubber...YIKES!

I am one week away from my "elimination" date from my job of 20+ years. I am on a quest to improve my mind, spiritual relationship and dare I saw...body! Which comes to my next problem.

The other day, my three-year-old grandson said to me, "Nana you have a big belly, you are going to have a baby." After my initial shock, I decided he was just fascinated with the fact that is Momma is having a baby in a couple of months. However, after a thorough assessment of the situation, I have discovered to my horror, that I have developed a "Budda belly". Now I knew I was not as svelte as I was in my 30's, but I was perplexed at the figure looking back at me in a full-length mirror.

I have had a relatively sedentary job for the past 20 years, but I am not a total sloth either. I golf about three times a week, I rarely eat sweets and I don't snack on chips, etc. So, how did I get to this point? I chalk it up to hormones and slow metabolism. At least, that is my excuse and I am sticking with it.

Now comes the mosted hated word in the English language...EXERCISE! I shutter at the thought. I have belonged to different work-out centers over the years and I have never stuck with it. I would start out all "gung-ho" and then in a matter of a couple of weeks, my enthusiasm would dwindle and I would quit going. I absolutely hate to "work-out". Oh, I admire the slim, firm, younger women who "claim" to absolutely luvvvvv to exercise, but I am not buying it for a minute. There is just something un-natural about anyone that says they "love to work-out".

Therefore, I have decided to perhaps walk a little bit more, but I will not submit myself to a "regimen". I am 51 freakin' years old and I want to enjoy what time I have left. So, I refuse to allow myself to feel less than, or in my case "more than". I am determined to like myself for just who I am and work with what I have.

Sure being heathy is important...and my other many weaknesses will surely come to light, if I am given the opportunity long enough to continue expressing myself, but those topics will be for another time. So, for now anyway... learn to love yourself for where you are at in life and work on the things YOU chose to and don't let anyone make you feel unworthy or "more than", but simply...JUST RIGHT!

Floundering????

Okay, maybe there is no one out there in cyberspace, but I am choosing to persevere with my blog, if nothing more than therapeutic purposes.

Just finished the day working for old crappy job, before starting new super-duper crappy job on August 13th, which is my "elimination" date, as so fondly coined by my soon to be ex-boss.

For some odd reason, the movie Soilent Green came to mind. Anyone see that one? Of course not, because no one is following this blog. Anyway, it is a futuristic movie starring Charleston Heston, (for those of you too young to know who he is, the old dude who played Moses in the Ten Commandments.) Well, Chuck discovers a government plot whereby they are exterminating old people and turning them into food to feed the masses. I know, gross huh? Okay, so may be I am not ready for the glue factory yet, but being "eliminated" makes me feel like a carton of milk that is about ready to sour.

As my daddy would say, "you look lower than a snake's belly in a wagon rut." I admit, I am still a bit depressed and more than a bit angry, but I am determined to rise victorious from all this.

This could be a golden opportunity to discover exactly what I am meant to do with my life. Find my purpose and explore new horizons, and all that. After all, I am NOT defined by a job, and that was all it was, not like a career where you truly feel that is your niche and where one truly belongs.

So, I am not going to be a slimy slug. I am going to dust the footprint off my behind and find something fullfilling to do. It might take some time and I may have to stay at new crappy job for a bit, but I WILL SURVIVE...LOL

So I say to anyone out there, if there is anyone out there...carpe diem!!

What to do, when you don't know what to do.

Hello out there in cyberspace!

Hmmmm, where to begin? I am a middle-age woman, wife, mother and Nana. I recently lost my job after nearly 22 years due to "out-sourcing", which is a polite way of saying I was fired, and while on vacation no less! This has been a difficult time for me. First I was in shock, then anger, then crying, depression and wallowing, followed by anger again and now acceptance, albeit reluctantly. I have been offered a position with this new company which has terrible hours, lousy insurance and my pay will be cut in half. After a week of looking at other possible jobs in my field, I have decided to accept this crappy offer, until something new presents itself.

Losing a job is like losing a loved one, which I know something about. My son was killed in a car accident a few years ago and grief is an emotion I know all too well. I keep asking myself, "why me?" However, I am really no different than the other Americans who have been sacked. I had been looking forward to retirement and now my life has been turned upside down and there is a lot of fear and uncertainty about how things will turn out.

What am I to do? Well, it is not as if this was my "dream job" to begin with. It is not like I said when I was a kid, "gee I hope I grow up to be a medical transcriptionist"...LOL I had always wanted to be a writer. However, now I would love to be on the LPGA, but with my golf handicap, that is not really an option. So, I have decided to write a blog about my life and the changes, challenges and tribulations of being middle-aged and trying to figure out just what to do, when I am really not sure what that is.

I would love to hear from all of you who have gone through similar situations and are floundering right now as well.

Keep the faith and I will keep you posted.