You know what, I have policy not to post on facebook if I have a drink. Well, I feel compelled to write as I violate my prime directive. Oh, by the way, I left work with a smile on my face. I am happy with my new work assignment. Who leaves work with smile. Safety audit today. I am a boss in a union shop. I supervise salaried and hourly employees. The auditors left our area with a thumbs up. They said to my boss, ...Good job. The hourly wokers preped us for the safety audit. The workers kicked ass for the prep. Cudos. But my boss, asked me to make sure our area was cum laude, without blemish. I was motivated by my boss who is an exceptional motivator. His persuasive exceptionalism filtered through my communication to my direct reports the goal of providing a safe work environment for all. I left work with a sense of accomplishment and recognition, and a smile. But, the reason for this ramble on writing is, I have been working out for two years. I am still considered obese. 5 10 230lbs. True enough, I have lost 40lbs or so and can run on the treadmill for .5hrs straight, but, I am not buff like that dude who plays in the latest James Bond movie, WTF! I workout 5 times a week, run on the treadmill 40mins, then run laps around Indiana Universitys track, but I am still not cut the F up. I had a revelation a few minutes ago, thus this needless ramble on FB. I fkn EAT WHEN I AM NOT HUNGRY. Beasts in the wild, insects, hell, Jean Claud Van Dame dont eat when they aint hungry. I analyzed why I wanted to eat. Childhood, habit, depression, cant be depression, had a good day at work. A deep psychological issue.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 23:27:41 +0000