My Therapist Is A Mutt

We went as a family to a Friendsgiving of LGBTQ friends. My partner and transgender kid have been attending the art group a couple times a month for almost a year now.

Had a dream in June or July that a friend was pregnant. Asked her mom. Mom said no, she wasn’t pregnant.

My first weight loss goal was 200lbs. I was going to get my nose pierced. I hit 200 lbs. I chickened out and told myself I would do it when I hit 200 on the work scale. (Fully clothed, shoes on etc) Well I hit 200.4 lbs on the work scale and I’m still chickening out.

I had a sick kiddo for three days. I’ve kept my work informed that my spouse has lost two days of work because of it. AND the response was “…well Thursday is a really busy day so it doesn’t really work well for the schedule”

I recently sat in a meeting with my managers, the chief medical officer, and the narcissist doctor I work with.

I’ve been cross training in a different department and it’s the break I needed from my coworkers.

Being heavy (weight) has provided me a wall….a shelter from unwanted comments, advances, and from vulnerability.

The best part of my day was when my supervisor, who rarely works with patients, acted like I couldn’t do my job.

My s.o. are working on breaking down the gender stereotypes and “norms” that we were raised in.