I watched "My 600 Pound Life" last night. This episode featured a lady named Penny. I found myself getting angry with her. She has all these tools and support at her disposal, yet she had such a poor attitude. It felt as if she wanted to have the gastric bypass surgery, then wake-up and all her weight would be gone and her problems float away. That's not the way it works. She could make an effort. And her husband, sneaking food to her in the hospital?? That's just wrong.
Attitude: Pretty good actually.
Feelings: positive. Tomorrow is weigh in and I sure do hope the scale is kind. I hope I've done the proper things. I know it's a process, and it takes time. I've let myself down so many times before that it is hard to be confident. I need to remind myself, "do or die, do or die".
Work: Going pretty well. The jail only has a few inmates left, I'm sure that once it warms up it will fill up again. Seems like when it gets hot the tempers do too. Dispatching has been rewarding. I talked with an elderly lady the other day while she was waiting for help to arrive, she was trapped in her vehicle after a roll-over accident, and came away with some knee pain is all. Calls like that make me feel like what we do makes a difference.
Stephen: I'm sure missing him. Kurt is planning his birthday party, and Stephen was so looking forward to that. Also, talking to Trey's mom, trying to figure out visitation for February and March. I am thankful she works with us and has been generous with the time we get to see him.
Photo of myself with Hailo

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