Forum "Intérim et handicap"

<BR><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfzu8Y6bMvJgPLtyc-6mHqZJfR_wRm93vVkYB0l1NIQeVHRNUK12-1wdMW39-KEHL28C9ig35Sg6TUGbjkQZ9g-5ny7Kb_eX_bwIJSYkj1vFoniCAsVRm2GLcFoY6hJzXgJjszGG4GiYr/s1600-h/au+centre+de+l%27emploi.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819620292507314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfzu8Y6bMvJgPLtyc-6mHqZJfR_wRm93vVkYB0l1NIQeVHRNUK12-1wdMW39-KEHL28C9ig35Sg6TUGbjkQZ9g-5ny7Kb_eX_bwIJSYkj1vFoniCAsVRm2GLcFoY6hJzXgJjszGG4GiYr/s320/au+centre+de+l%27emploi.gif" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 75px;" /></a><br />Un Forum Intérim et handicap aura lieu :<br /><ul><li>le <span style="font-weight:bold;">Mardi 08 juin 2010</span> de 9h30 à 17h <br /><li><span style="font-weight:bold;">Complexe sportif du BRGM</span> - Rue Buffon - 45100 Orléans-la-Source</ul><br /><a href="http://www.aucentredelemploi.fr/doc/liste-8juin.pdf">Liste des entreprises présentes</a><br /><br />Un interface de communication en Langue des Signes Française (LSF) sera présent sur le forum.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Accès par bus</span> - Ligne 20 ou N - arrêt "BUFFON"<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Accès Tram</span> - arrêt "Université-l'indien" avec navette adaptée aux personnes à mobilité réduite.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Plan d'accès</span> : <br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.fr/maps?q=brgm,+Avenue+Buffon,+Orl%C3%A9ans&hl=fr&cd=1&ei=vCgFTNKtLsPxOZL2sYAL&sll=47.830458,1.937587&sspn=0.015027,0.007368&ie=UTF8&view=map&cid=2256573941559129817&ved=0CCYQpQY&hq=brgm,+Avenue+Buffon,+Orl%C3%A9ans&hnear=&ll=47.830458,1.937587&spn=0.006295,0.006295&iwloc=A&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.fr/maps?q=brgm,+Avenue+Buffon,+Orl%C3%A9ans&hl=fr&cd=1&ei=vCgFTNKtLsPxOZL2sYAL&sll=47.830458,1.937587&sspn=0.015027,0.007368&ie=UTF8&view=map&cid=2256573941559129817&ved=0CCYQpQY&hq=brgm,+Avenue+Buffon,+Orl%C3%A9ans&hnear=&ll=47.830458,1.937587&spn=0.006295,0.006295&iwloc=A&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">Agrandir le plan</a></small><br /><BR>

Forum "Intérim et handicap"

Un Forum Intérim et handicap aura lieu : le Mardi 08 juin 2010 de 9h30 à 17h Complexe sportif du BRGM - Rue Buffon - 45100 Orléans-la-Sour...

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Sometimes I'm just tired of fighting the fight

Today was one of those days. A day where I didn't want to exercise, but I did anyway. A day where I was hungry all day, and I felt like a bottomless pit. I just wanted to eat all day, but I didn't.<br /><br />Today was one of those days where I wanted to lay down my sword and give up the good fight.<br /><br />I don't get these days too often anymore, but they still happen. When they happen I have to remind myself why I'm doing this, why I'm in a constant state of being on guard, why I've accepted it's okay to be hungry sometimes. I have to remind myself why I can't always give in to my desires to eat until I feel full, and that I have to exercise. It's not optional. This is now my life.<br /><br />There are many reasons I don't give up on myself. Number one is my self-confidence and self-esteem issues. I remember the sad 51-year old woman that weighed 240 pounds in February of 2008.<em> </em> I<em> </em>remember how much I hated myself for letting my body get in such bad shape. I've never felt uglier or sicker than I did at 240 pounds. Considering I've always had a very bad self-image, that's saying a lot.<br /><br />I remember the one pair of size 20 black slacks I owned, that I wore every single day. I remember the ugly size 3X tops, designed for someone much older than I felt in my heart. My body felt every day of 51 years, but in my heart, I still felt like I was in my twenties. During that time I couldn't imagine going on in life and reaching old age, not feeling and looking like I did. <br /><br />My health was a wreck in Feburary 2008. Everything hurt. My blood pressure was 180/110. I was a heart attack or stroke waiting to happen. My knees and ankles were in agony. Just walking at a slow pace on a level surface caused intense pain in my chest, knees and ankles.<br /><br />I had difficulty breathing. I didn't exercise. I thought I couldn't exercise without killing myself. Just walking from the parking lot at work in to my office, I often thought I was going to have a heart attack.<br /><br />My marriage was in serious trouble, mainly because of my low self-esteem. If you hate yourself how can you believe anyone else can love you? You can't, it's simply not possible. I assumed my husband was as disgusted and disappointed in me as I was in myself. It was a recipe for a very toxic relationship.<br /><br />In a word, I was MISERABLE on every level. <br /><br />When days like today happen, when I'm really not feeling it, when the desire to track my Points and stay within my limit doesn't feel within my grasp, and when I don't feel like exercising, I have to remind myself how far I've come in the last 2 1/2 years. Even though I'm not at goal yet, I've come a long way.<br /><br />Seventy-five pounds off my body has made a world of difference in how I view myself, my marriage, and my world. I don't hate myself anymore. I'm not disgusted by myself. I expect my husband to be proud of me. Yes, me. Just as I am now. I'm in the best physical condition of my entire life. My resting pulse is 49, my blood pressure is 120/60 (no medicines), and my cholesterol and triglycerides are below normal (137 and 68). I wear a size 10.<br /><br />I've worked hard to get here. I refuse to let a bad day screw with me. I'll never go back to the person I was when I started this process. I simply can't imagine that will ever happen, regardless of how much I like food, I like myself better. <br /><br />Anyone who has followed me for any length of time knows I've had slip-ups with my food. I even re-gained 25 pounds last fall. I was sure I was on my way back to 240 pounds plus the obligatory regain of an additional ten pounds. Somehow this time I found the strength within myself to fight back. I picked up my sword and went back to battle, losing 17 of the 25 pounds (so far). I'm going to keep waging the battle until I get to goal and maintenance for life. <br /><br /><strong>I'm not giving up the fight. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.</strong>

Sometimes I'm just tired of fighting the fight

Today was one of those days. A day where I didn't want to exercise, but I did anyway. A day where I was hungry all day, and I felt like ...

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