We had some REALLY bad news this week and I did my best to digest it emotionally without resorting to food. In fact, I think the news was so bad that I actually didn't want to eat... The DH will be laid off on September 1. His company missed earnings so they fix things by axing staff that work.... He knew things weren't good, but he didn't think he would be the one let go... SO NOW WHAT? I guess the *one* good thing is that we have 12 weeks; and I hope it will be enough time.
He's been calling friends and former co-workers, updating his LinkedIn profile and resume and hitting all the sights... He has an interview on July 10th, but it's a long shot... I feel the clock ticking. It will be September in a blink. I know financially we can limp along for a while, but my main concern is insurance. Will my daughter's doctors accept whatever new plan we have to take on???? Continuity of care for someone with a mental illness is paramount.... ugh.
For now the teen is at camp and doing great. She doesn't need to get worked up about dad's job so we'll just keep this news to ourselves... Hopefully he'll find something soon and she'll never know the angst of this week in our family. I know I vent ALOT; but I'm thankful that DH is one of the smartest people I know and he's pulling out all the stops... including what I hope is a BIG wake up to lose weight and shape up. First impressions can make all the difference.
This morning I am 190.5 I hope I can make it back into the 180s soon... and more.