I'm healthy. I'm employed. I'm safe.
I have no choice but to leave the house multiple times every day to walk the dogs, but there are lots of days I haven't gone farther than that. And lots of other days that I have, to go get groceries or takeout, or to drop off food for others.
Almost every day, I've lost a tiny bit of weight. Last time I was below 217 pounds was the spring of 2018. Aiming for 215 next, and if I keep eating healthy with reasonable portions, 210 after that. I'm hoping to stay under 220 forever.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about my job. I might be more confident about it if I hadn't been laid off 8 years ago. The university is doing its best to keep everyone employed for now, but I see zero chance that we won't see job cuts over the next year or so in the wake of the economic crisis that accompanies this pandemic. I'd like to think my job is important, but if departments across the university have to reduce headcount, who knows if anyone is safe?
For now, I've got a job, and I don't think that's going to change in a few weeks or months. I'll do my best to strengthen my position in the meantime.