I put a lot on my "plate" this week!

I put Plate in quotes, because I am on a diet and have not put a lot on any physical plates for a week now. But the metaphorical plate is pretty full! I started my new job yesterday, and while it is certainly a job title often held by high school seniors and freshmen drop outs, I am still pretty happy about it. Also, I feel like Barnes and Noble is pretty wicked awesome about hiring smarties! (Yup, I counted myself as a smartie despite the use of pretty wicked awesome.) I love the Barnes and Noble true life training, wherein they give you a store tour and say GO. And you go or you don't, but you are weeded out pretty quickly. I feel like I went. With no training at Sunset, very little at Arbor, and a quick, "call if you need me." I was set adrift in the wild world of head cashiering. In my first 5 minutes I had 2 returns and a cash pickup, and within the first hour we had a VERY angry but definitely misunderstood gentlemen. However, I learned by minute 30 that this would definitely be a job I could do well. Despite the MUCH higher volume of grumplestilskins who shop there versus my alma mater, Sunset Valley, there is room to be myself and maybe to motivate people a little bit. But, I was hungry and that was no bueno, but brings me to another thing I have on my mysterious food withholding plate! This diet is Rawesome. In fact, I like it so much that the next 33 days should continue to be no problem for me. But, it's a big change, and with it comes weird weird mood swings, headaches and waves of hunger that can only be squashed with a banana or some baby carrots sunbathing in guac. Apparently mushy is my new cheese! New diet, new job, that is a lot to do at the same time. And it wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't also said no no no to alcohol. But, I figured, raw food, not so much as soaking up the booze! So, now my social life is a little hazy (and not the good boozy hazy that leads to the inevitable hangover), because I am wanting to be sure my resolve is strong before venturing into the world. I have to say, all this change is a good thing. I am down 6.7 pounds now, I love (so far) my new position, my new fellow employees seem nice and not scary like I was told. So, lots going on, but it's all good. On a sort of related side note, someone I follow on Twitter and who's blog I read made an innocuous comment the other day about how he had been sick for weeks, but the silver lining was that he had lost 10 pounds. People of the world jumped down his throat because he was being insensitive to the fat community. But my question is, as someone who talks about weight loss a lot, especially while dieting, is, is it insensitive if you are fighting the weight fight yourself? I mean, he and I are both no Olsen twin. Neither are we morbidly obese, but we both have struggled the better part of our life against genetics and for me a total lack of self control when it comes to cheese and pasta. So is a side comment about hey I might feel like shit, but at least I lost a few pounds really that terrible? EDIT: Here is a screenshot of some of the comments from my google plus page.