Those of you who are so kind as to check in with my blogs occasionally are probably aware that as of late, I've come to realize that the job I have is not the job where I should be, and it seems to become more toxically intolerable every day. I'm doing okay there, getting pretty good production numbers and quality feedback and meeting the KPIs and SLAs and all that other jargon they like to use in office meetings, but the phrase "I quit!" has been dancing around in my head for a while now. I admit it: I almost fantasize about the day I can actually say it, and I'm praying that day will come soon. None of my interviews have proven fruitful yet, but I have to trust that the good Lord is well aware that I took a major misstep in accepting this job and that He will - as He's done so very many times before - help me clean up the mess. If you'd like to contribute to my goal to get out of there, feel free to mail a $1 donation to my job transition fund, as I'm assuming there will be a gap between one job and another.
My feedback at work is not the only feedback that's on my mind lately though. I'm also rather interested in what sort of data my faithful bathroom scale has to share in its weekly reports. This week, it was good to me, and I found that kind of surprising, because I've had a few collisions with pretzels in the wee hours of insomnia, and I really don't deserve the 5.7 lbs. I lost. Yet another thing to thank the good Lord for, I suppose.
In the cauldron of my head, the strange brew of "quit" and "calories" got me to thinking. We're all taught from the time we're small that being a quitter is a bad thing. You know that poster that hangs on the gymnasium wall:
Now, with all due respect for Vince Lombardi (though I tend to take more of my athletic-based life philosophies from Mike Ditka), let's ponder that for a moment though, shall we? Doesn't it have much to do with WHAT you're quitting?
Surely we shouldn't quit on our weight-loss efforts, and it's understandable why Mr. Kirby, my eighth-grade gym teacher - a nice guy who reminded me of a smaller Magnum P.I. at the time, sans the Hawaiian shirt and always in those embarrassingly short 80s gym shorts and tall color-ringed tube socks - egged us on to not quit when we couldn't possibly accomplish a worthy flexed-arm hang/shuttle run/sit and reach back in the eighties during what Vox calls the "bizarre and sadistic" Presidential Physical Fitness Test. This Google image of the patch will be the closest I ever got to one, and I'm assuming if they had participation trophies back then, I wouldn't even have earned one of those!
(If you're young enough to refer to octothorpes/pound signs as "hashtags," you might not remember these horrible annual events, so check it out at:
Now, it's common sense that there are some things we should not quit, like being nice or paying our taxes or eating vegetables. However, aren't there SOME things we just as obviously SHOULD quit?
I'm a fan of anagrams, so I spent part of my time this week daydreaming about all the words we can start with the letters Q-U-I-T. Hey, it was something to do while mind-numbingly entering payee codes, right? Here are a few I came up with:
Q: quagmire, queasy, questionable, quandary, quarrelsome, qualms
U: underappreciated, underachieving, upset, undermined, unsuitable, unhappy
I: illness, intimidated, impossible, irritating, insomnia, injured, impaired
T: toxic, terrible, triggering, tainted, troubled, tormented, tortured, threatened
The truth is, my friends, that Presidential Physical Fitness test stirred up many of these feelings for me, because gym was not my forte. I would have spent an entire day diagramming sentences if they would have let me skip the humiliation of the Possum Middle School P.E., where I suffered beneath that banner of an Eagle on steroids. (Yes, my middle school mascot was a Possum Eagle. I cannot explain it, but it does sound like something Napoleon Dynamite would be a fan of.) The thing is, gym class was basically good for me, so there was reason not to quit. I was reversed in my thinking, just as I have been reversed in my thinking this week, when I sought comfort in a very large bag of pretzels. Those crunchy sticks of flour and salt were not something I wanted to quit, but they realistically have negative results in my physiology, results that fall into several of the word groups above. Quitting can be hard though. I'm no fan of BROKEBACK, but I can kind of resonate with Heath's frustration and often find myself wanting to yell at those pretzels, "I wish I knew how to quit you!"
I am very terrified to quit my job, but when we know things are bad for us, when we know they put us in a Quandary or cause us to be Upset or lead to Illness or are simply Toxic, we have to make the decision to quit, whether its smoking or pretzels or too much coffee or neglectful lethargy. It can be very terrifying to quit something we're accustomed to, something we believe benefits us in some way - whether its a paycheck or nibbling our blues away - but if it is jeopardizing our health and wellbeing, we have to make the decision to quit. In the battle for a healthier you, you might have to become a quitter to be a winner! Another thing on that gym wall when I was growing up was a poster that said, "How you win shows some of your character. How you lose shows all of it." When it comes to unhealthy eating and lifestyle habits, lose by being a quitter, and you will be happier and healthier for it!