Yesterday I had a job interview for a massage position at a salon & spa. I was offered the job on the spot and since I haven't worked since before school I accepted it. I had my first day of training and it's so different from the mentality that I was taught at school that it was a particularly brutal day and I'm wondering if it's the right place for me even.
Then I get home, and Nick's ex, who friended me on Facebook (they do have a 2 year old together), has posted a before and after picture of herself. 40 pounds lost and 3 dress sizes. And that's her halfway mark! So you'd think she'd be pretty big but she is in fact not. I'd say 20 pounds more not 40 or she'll look grossly thin...
Anyway! So yeah, giant jealousy and Nick's sister liked the post and sometimes I feel like his family likes her more than they'll ever like me. I know that's not the case, but...I compare myself to her, and I think she's prettier, and funnier, etc. Not to mention she had a child with Nick and I want a baby so bad but he's all for "getting established" and I'd like to be married first as a personal preference, and I have three years on him so my clock is ticking a bit faster.
It's rough. Most of the time before/after photos are inspiring but today, it made me feel horrible and just gigantic because I'm pretty sure she was never as big as I am.
So today, no advice, no uplifting. Just me hitting a brick like we all do.
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