This week was a set back. I undo all the good things I’ve achieved in the first 2 weeks of my weight loss attempt.
The reason for set back was simple: I was heartbroken. I didn’t get a job that I really wanted. I honestly thought that I will get the job, since it was more of them courting me than the other way around, that my skills match their needs, they know how I was on the field and we’ve had good, long relationship with each other, but it didn’t work out at the end. Their offer was too low compared to my last salary (as I have verbally told them before the official offer came) so I give them counter offer. It took them more than 3 weeks and few reminders to finally give me their final answer. No ‘let’s meet in the middle’, nothing. I really like the job and I know I can thrive there, but if they expect me to lower my price, I can’t do that. Plus, I don’t appreciate that they made me wait that long for a simple answer. Shows how much respect they have to potential employees. But still, I was heartbroken because I lost my dream job.
My disappointment translated to many things. I didn’t have the will to exercise. I didn’t follow my meal plan. I snacked like crazy. I had noodles as dinner when I’m not supposed to have carbs for dinner. I even didn’t have the energy to work on my consultancy job. This week, I was a clueless robot. On the outside, looks like as if the lost job opportunity didn’t bother me, but on the inside it affects many things.
My meeting with my ex colleagues last Wednesday brings me to a more cheerful mode. A one-on-one session with a friend that I’m mentoring turned out to be more beneficial for me than for her. I told her my story and she told me that she understand that I need to grieve, but I need to start picking up myself from the floor.
I start working on my stuff again, I’m a week behind my schedule. I still cheated on food and exercise, but God willing next time I’ll be back to the schedule. Because I cannot be heartbroken forever and there are other jobs out there waiting for me.