Oh my. What a roller coaster of emotions in the past 2 months.
Jack walked on out me, broke up via text, while I was at work, with NO warning.
Blocked me from everything in his life. I can't begin to describe what that says.
I'm angry, I'm disrespected, I feel like a chump, I feel like I just got shit on. Used.
But I know that I'll get through this and I know that he is a psychopath that needs to get his
shit together. So not the right one for me. He treated me well when he was with me,
but I think he was either talking to someone else or is going back to Tracy. Whatever it may be,
our paths will cross and I'll make sure he know what he did to me. I may not be so nice.
I miss the hell out of my parents. We observed Memorial Day weekend last weekend, which i thoroughly enjoyed. Flags everywhere!
Work will be a challenge but in a good way I hope.
I need to improve some areas of my life, to make me a stronger, better person. I need to stay with The Lord and let him guide me.
There are moments when I want to just go to sleep and not wake up, but they pass very quickly and I'm ok. I'll be fine. I got knocked down, but I'm getting up. Fuck that asshole and his games. You
fucked with the wrong girl.
I have to keep the faith that I'll reach my destination and goals.
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Thursday, May 25, 2017
May 2017
The last post I wrote in November, but accidentally didn't publish it until now.
So that awesome guy....never panned out to more than a couple times of week. He didn't want a relationship. So I figured that out and just enjoyed his company. I haven't seen him since maybe the beginning of April or so. He's so "busy" lol I just roll my eyes and say whatever. It was fun while it lasted.
I met someone else,well, reconnected. Everyone was shocked when they found it was Jack, since we didn't exactly end on good terms 5 years ago. But thats the current situation. While it scares the shit of me to be in a relationship, I do love it at the same time. I'm always scared. I think its the financial part that scares me, I don't want to end up back in the same position as I was last summer and fall...and winter...hell all the way until current.
I did forget to mention I did run the Marine Corps Marathon 10K last October 30, 2016. On my dad's birthday! It was the most fun I've ever had at a race. I definitely want to do it every year. I need to sign up soon for it, but as usual, my money is all gone. I hate this money situation :(
There's been a lot of thought of Ruthie and Daddy lately. I had my Confirmation at my church on Easter Vigil. Kelly, Mary, Mike and Terri came, Susan was my stand-in sponsor, and Aunt Beah was my official one. She sent me such a nice card, and a realllllllly nice white angel statue. It means so much to me that she sent that and all the nice things they wrote. I'm so happy they all came! Terri got me a really nice Bible and inscribed it like you would if you were giving it to a younger person in the traditional way. Seriously, just so sweet.
I'm feeling that anger and rage that they are gone still. It has come back and I feel tired, depressed, and in a fog. I don't know if it's the Clonazepam thats causing the fog, but sometimes I get this idea in my head that I can't face the emotions without taking it. Its not an every day thing, but I've relied on it a lot lately. I almost feel like if its not a nice day out, like today its raining and gross-I just want to sleep all day. I don't want to be coherent. I feel like if someone took that away from me, I'd be very angry and it would be like taking my safety net away from me. I don't tell anyone that I do this; I'm sure Travis knows what I do but he doesn't really care since he's dealing with his own stuff.
Jack is still new to this crazy rollercoaster of my life. He will learn soon how this is going to play out! I'm not a perfect adult that has it all under control in my head.
I would like to go to Women's Bible Study at church and help with the ASP trips, I think that will help me stay distracted in a good way. I still have dreams of coordinating a 5K race in my mom's honor.
I see all these people around me doing great things; buying houses, getting married, having babies, and I'm so far behind. I can only wait so long before having a baby. And I'm not even sure I'll ever get to, if I don't have this depression under control and my finances in better shape it would be cruel to have a child.
On a positive note, I have a full time position at Odenton Patient First (as a floor RN) and I NEVER NEVER NEVER have to go back to Columbia ever again!!!! I feel so good about that I can't even put it into words. No more bullshit with Kim Jung Ung, or w/e that dictator's name is. No more drama with the providers who like to be assholes. I will miss a great deal of the people there, but I had to do it. Peace Out!
I haven't run other than once or twice this whole year. The weather has sucked and I hate treadmill runs. No excuse, but thats just how its been. Plus I'm no where near my favorite lakes to run...
I'm really hoping I can move back to Columbia this fall; I miss it there. It will be closer to work. And all of the things I know and love and feel comfortable around.
I'm fighting a nap right now :( I don't want to cry. I don't want to think about sad things, but my go to is to ignore them. Push them away...pretend that I'm going to deal with it later. and then I don't and it just seeps in and I have to let it out or explode...my heart pounds and I go nuts basically. I doesn't last long, but long enough that it takes some time out of my day.
This interacts with my ability to focus on losing weight too. So I'm trying to brainstorm with some ideas of what to do in order to focus this sad energy into something worthy so that I can at least make a difference in someone else's life or improve mine.
I'm not going to give up, and I'm going to rely on my support system and keep on going! This too shall pass.
I miss my parents, I miss my family. I miss all those have gone to sleep in hopes of waking up in heaven.
So that awesome guy....never panned out to more than a couple times of week. He didn't want a relationship. So I figured that out and just enjoyed his company. I haven't seen him since maybe the beginning of April or so. He's so "busy" lol I just roll my eyes and say whatever. It was fun while it lasted.
I met someone else,well, reconnected. Everyone was shocked when they found it was Jack, since we didn't exactly end on good terms 5 years ago. But thats the current situation. While it scares the shit of me to be in a relationship, I do love it at the same time. I'm always scared. I think its the financial part that scares me, I don't want to end up back in the same position as I was last summer and fall...and winter...hell all the way until current.
I did forget to mention I did run the Marine Corps Marathon 10K last October 30, 2016. On my dad's birthday! It was the most fun I've ever had at a race. I definitely want to do it every year. I need to sign up soon for it, but as usual, my money is all gone. I hate this money situation :(
There's been a lot of thought of Ruthie and Daddy lately. I had my Confirmation at my church on Easter Vigil. Kelly, Mary, Mike and Terri came, Susan was my stand-in sponsor, and Aunt Beah was my official one. She sent me such a nice card, and a realllllllly nice white angel statue. It means so much to me that she sent that and all the nice things they wrote. I'm so happy they all came! Terri got me a really nice Bible and inscribed it like you would if you were giving it to a younger person in the traditional way. Seriously, just so sweet.
I'm feeling that anger and rage that they are gone still. It has come back and I feel tired, depressed, and in a fog. I don't know if it's the Clonazepam thats causing the fog, but sometimes I get this idea in my head that I can't face the emotions without taking it. Its not an every day thing, but I've relied on it a lot lately. I almost feel like if its not a nice day out, like today its raining and gross-I just want to sleep all day. I don't want to be coherent. I feel like if someone took that away from me, I'd be very angry and it would be like taking my safety net away from me. I don't tell anyone that I do this; I'm sure Travis knows what I do but he doesn't really care since he's dealing with his own stuff.
Jack is still new to this crazy rollercoaster of my life. He will learn soon how this is going to play out! I'm not a perfect adult that has it all under control in my head.
I would like to go to Women's Bible Study at church and help with the ASP trips, I think that will help me stay distracted in a good way. I still have dreams of coordinating a 5K race in my mom's honor.
I see all these people around me doing great things; buying houses, getting married, having babies, and I'm so far behind. I can only wait so long before having a baby. And I'm not even sure I'll ever get to, if I don't have this depression under control and my finances in better shape it would be cruel to have a child.
On a positive note, I have a full time position at Odenton Patient First (as a floor RN) and I NEVER NEVER NEVER have to go back to Columbia ever again!!!! I feel so good about that I can't even put it into words. No more bullshit with Kim Jung Ung, or w/e that dictator's name is. No more drama with the providers who like to be assholes. I will miss a great deal of the people there, but I had to do it. Peace Out!
I haven't run other than once or twice this whole year. The weather has sucked and I hate treadmill runs. No excuse, but thats just how its been. Plus I'm no where near my favorite lakes to run...
I'm really hoping I can move back to Columbia this fall; I miss it there. It will be closer to work. And all of the things I know and love and feel comfortable around.
I'm fighting a nap right now :( I don't want to cry. I don't want to think about sad things, but my go to is to ignore them. Push them away...pretend that I'm going to deal with it later. and then I don't and it just seeps in and I have to let it out or explode...my heart pounds and I go nuts basically. I doesn't last long, but long enough that it takes some time out of my day.
This interacts with my ability to focus on losing weight too. So I'm trying to brainstorm with some ideas of what to do in order to focus this sad energy into something worthy so that I can at least make a difference in someone else's life or improve mine.
I'm not going to give up, and I'm going to rely on my support system and keep on going! This too shall pass.
I miss my parents, I miss my family. I miss all those have gone to sleep in hopes of waking up in heaven.
Overdue, No More!!
I realize it's been since April that I've written in here. And its now mid-November! But what do you expect from the procrastinating queen of the tristate area?
Little summary of summer. SO SAD to see it go. I hate fall and winter, it gives me automatic anxiety. I do love the weather, the football, all of that. But I HATE the Christmas music, the decorations, presents, music, did I mention music? I digress.
I finished my real estate test and license. Kelly didn't even bother to talk to me about it since she was buying a house. Im sorry, but thats really fucked up. But its too late now; they found a nice house that they like and are happy. But believe me, it shows me that they have zero faith in me, which really hurts. I could have really jumpstarted my career that way. I have to come to the realization that she is going to do whatever she wants to do and it doesn't matter who she hurts or considers. I could have definitely found her a house. And she in typical Kelly fashion didn't want to talk about it and immediately got defensive about it. I give up on that nonsense. So as of now, I'm not actively working as a REA, but hopefully I can next year.
Spent most of August looking for an apartment, was going to have my friend Jen move in with us but she brought her mother with every time we'd go look and it was really awkward. Nothing as up to her standards. So I settled on the one I'm in now. Its far from perfect, but I like the inside of it a lot, so I'm happy.
Moving out was MISERABLE. I have a lot of stuff. I'm 36, it happens. I'm not a 20 year old anymore, so anyone who wants to judge me can really go fuck off. I'll get a storage unit if necessary.
I've been working almost full time hours at Patient First thanks to other centers who welcome me when they need to fill shifts. I'm hoping for full time by next summer.
Travis has been having a rough time lately, and he's driving me nuts. I'm just trying to maintain my own sanity, and he's driving me nuts in the process. He is getting the help he needs at the moment.
I need a roommate soon, and I put some feelers out. I need to make sure bills are paid each month. Can't be having that drama.
I met a really sweet, smart, funny, and awesome guy....
Little summary of summer. SO SAD to see it go. I hate fall and winter, it gives me automatic anxiety. I do love the weather, the football, all of that. But I HATE the Christmas music, the decorations, presents, music, did I mention music? I digress.
I finished my real estate test and license. Kelly didn't even bother to talk to me about it since she was buying a house. Im sorry, but thats really fucked up. But its too late now; they found a nice house that they like and are happy. But believe me, it shows me that they have zero faith in me, which really hurts. I could have really jumpstarted my career that way. I have to come to the realization that she is going to do whatever she wants to do and it doesn't matter who she hurts or considers. I could have definitely found her a house. And she in typical Kelly fashion didn't want to talk about it and immediately got defensive about it. I give up on that nonsense. So as of now, I'm not actively working as a REA, but hopefully I can next year.
Spent most of August looking for an apartment, was going to have my friend Jen move in with us but she brought her mother with every time we'd go look and it was really awkward. Nothing as up to her standards. So I settled on the one I'm in now. Its far from perfect, but I like the inside of it a lot, so I'm happy.
Moving out was MISERABLE. I have a lot of stuff. I'm 36, it happens. I'm not a 20 year old anymore, so anyone who wants to judge me can really go fuck off. I'll get a storage unit if necessary.
I've been working almost full time hours at Patient First thanks to other centers who welcome me when they need to fill shifts. I'm hoping for full time by next summer.
Travis has been having a rough time lately, and he's driving me nuts. I'm just trying to maintain my own sanity, and he's driving me nuts in the process. He is getting the help he needs at the moment.
I need a roommate soon, and I put some feelers out. I need to make sure bills are paid each month. Can't be having that drama.
I met a really sweet, smart, funny, and awesome guy....
Saturday, April 23, 2016
The Latest and Greatest
It has been awhile since I've written here. There's a lot to write about! I don't even know where to begin :)
Good things happening: I'm half way through my real estate pre-licensing class. I'm only working 1 weekend a month at Patient First. The bills are getting paid. I'm seeing Jill Hull; I'm taking my meds, and I'm finding it easier to handle the grief due to the Grief-Share group I'm attending. I also booked my flight and planned our trip to Wisconsin in June.
Not so good things happening: Travis has been really sick. He had to have his gall bladder out, and spent 4 days at HoCoGen. Every time I go there it gets harder and harder. So many memories and thoughts. While they had him open, they did a liver biopsy; when we went to his follow up with the surgeon, we were told that there was a lot of scar tissue in his liver, which is pointing towards Cirrhosis. And we all know what that evil disease is. I mean, shit, he's only 31 1/2. I can't believe that this is happening. It's not written in stone yet, we have another appt with another dr this week. We need to get a plan and some answers and know what we're looking at. If it really means hardcore cirrhosis, that will be devastating. He's too young for this. My heart sank, and all I could think was my poor love, what a shitty thing to be facing so young. We're not even married yet! We don't have kids, I don't know if thats in the cards now. But I guess putting the horse before the cart is no good, so I'm trying to think positively.
I wanted to go to California in May to see my mom's side of the family; her brother-in-law, Uncle Bill, passed away 2 weeks ago. My aunt Grace is now widowed. I feel sad for her and my cousins. My cousin Perry is getting married at the end of June, and it would have been so great to have his dad with them. But I guess life doesn't always work out for the way you want it to. RIP Uncle Bill, you were an amazing person. So getting back to the going part, I'm schedule to take ACLS at work the 2 days before the day of my cousin's fiance's party, and taking a red-eye to Sacremento that night is just not in the cards. The whole point was for me to come out a little early and help my cousin Krista get everything ready. I'm so pissed. So when I go to work tomorrow, I'll see what the wicked bitch of the west says about me rescheduling; she gave me some bullshit lecture about treating them like a shift and blah blah. Go fuck yourself, seriously. SERIOUSLY. I hate her guts. Go die. You dictatormotherfucker. I hate that women. She has never once shown an ounce of compassion or caring for me, and I know she hates my guts. Well fuck her and horse she rode in on. My family is more important. I'm hoping to take the PSI (Real Estate license exam) to get my actual license around the end of May or first part of June. Then I expect to get a job with a broker and go diving in head first into this new career. I want to give it all I got, I want to be successful and I want to make it my money-maker. I want to be able to support myself and a family on this salary. I want to live comfortably, buy a house somewhere ( I still have no clue where), have rental properties, maybe a few flips, all sorts of branching. I want to make an honest living that puts me in the upper class bracket. It will take a lot of time and hard work and many other cliche terms, but if I can do it then I feel like I will have accomplished my dream. My dream doesn't consist of riding on the coattails of my husband, watching him work his ass off not even at home most of the time to support 5 kids by 3 different fathers and a fatass wife who thinks writing e-books and playing photographer is some sort of accomplishment. Give me a fucking camera, I'll take pictures better than you any day. Its not just about your lighting and fancy shit, its about the emotion, the sites, the background, the meaning of the photo you capture. Please, my last name is Eastman. Enough said.
So anyway. My sister Kelly isn't speaking to me, she's ignoring me, and she tells Terri she misses Tessie. Not me. Its because I've had some mental breakdown issues and she has no clue what its like, and doesn't think helping me or doing any favors for me is in her relm of support. So fine, then choose to ignore me, I wasn't planning on doing that but if thats what floats your boat, 2 can play at the game. The phone works both ways. You can apologize and be the bigger person since you are 16 years older than me. But never mind that. It will settle over time. My brother Mark its making a long time to get this money distributed. I'm depending on that as my contribution to the income this year. I've gotta get my new career off and running by next January or I'll be screwed. And I don't want that happening.
So again, rather then marrying someone to support me, I'll gladly support myself an my husband if necessary. He's free to advance his career or change it or whatever.
On to my Grief-Share group. Its amazing. The people who dreamt this up are saints. We gather in a church, because it is spiritually-based; but for the most part its just that we all related to one thing in the group--LOSS. We hug, we share memories, we pray for each other, we feel that deep sadness the group members feel. We share our feelings; we watch a video each time, discuss some stuff from it. Its just enough of an outlet watch week to channel the emotions into. It comes with a work book, which I've been neglecting often due to my excuse of studying for my class.
My Aunt Beah sent me "Jesus Calling" by Sarah Young. Its wonderful. Her and Uncle Fred read it every day; each day correspondents with it, and I swear some of the days it is spot on. It references Bible verses and scripture. Since Travis and I have joined the RIAC group at St Johns Espicopal Roman Catholic Church. We go every Sunday for class. We are hoping to have Communion and for Travis, I think baptism. I've had that already. We both want to make communion. I would like to be part of the church and so on. It really is enlightening and I feel at home; this was my dad's church while he lived in Maryland. My brother's worked jobs the meeting houses setting up chairs and other stuff when they were in HS and college. My dad attended up until about 3 years or so before he died. My Aunt Beah was so thrilled to know that I am going back and she told me my Dad would be so proud of me and happy. So I must do this, I want to to do this. It helps me feel more in touch with my spiritual side, which in turn make me a well rounded person. Believing in God and Jesus is a tremendous help.
On that note...
Monday I'm starting back to a very restrictive eating plan with some specific exercise everyday, EVERYDAY. EV-ERY DAAAAY. Its time I get back on track; I was at my lowest in January during the blizzard, 167. Only 12lbs from my goal weight. Then I went back on meds and stopped working 6 days a week and I've gained some back. I don't like it, and its just going to get out of control. So time for Sara to get her shit together. The weather is warming up, so lots of opportunities to run outdoors....sign up for the marine corps marathon 10K. My goal.
I miss my Dad and Mom every day; I still have a whole in my heart. Their legacy cannot be forgotten. I'll get back out there. Life will not just go on without them. They existed. Last year at this time, my father still existed. I miss the hell out of him. It's still painful, its still incredibly hard to think that the strongest man I ever knew got too weak and was called to Heaven. Amazing. I miss my Mom too, I wish she hadn't gotten sick so I could talk to her about adult things. *sigh* All I can do is hope they are proud of me and will help guide me through this nightmare/life without them.
I don't think RAGBRAI is happening this summer. I don't think I can physically do it this year. I want to do it in my lifetime, especially with my cousins.
So lots of uncertainty coming our way; I just pray that my dogs and my family and loved ones stay safe and healthy. My niece is struggling and it breaks my heart to see her go through all of that. I'd trade places with her in a heartbeat. My sister is doing her best to manage it, but eventually it wares you down. I pray she has the strength and knowledge to get through this with her.
I pray that Travis gets decent results and we can get through whatever comes his way. I love him too much to see it go down like this.
And finally I pray for Tessie and Bugsy, for health and especially Tess. she's 11 1/2. I loved and cherish every day with her. My special Pooh Bear.
Well I have to get up at a reasonable hour for church tomorrow; especially since there is triathlon in the immediate neighborhood. And after church, I have to work at 3pm. Uhhhhh. the next 3 weekends. WTF. What a sneaky bitch. See above comment.
Wish me luck Monday. I've got 2 months until Wisconsin and I want to fit int my current wardrobe without issue. Without muffin tops. that means back to VGS Diet. I can do this, its app psychological. Looking at the goal vs. the bad stuff. Which wins?? Goal does. I'll be keeping that in mind. I'm not making posters and charts and rewards and all that bullshit, just going to DO IT.
Well Ruthie, I miss you more then you'll ever know. Bobbie, I know you're watching down and I hope I can make you proud. I love you so much. I miss you incredibly too much. If I could have you both back, whole and healthy, I'd never ask for another thing in my life again. I love you guys.
https://youtu.be/aDHxhhB8710
Good things happening: I'm half way through my real estate pre-licensing class. I'm only working 1 weekend a month at Patient First. The bills are getting paid. I'm seeing Jill Hull; I'm taking my meds, and I'm finding it easier to handle the grief due to the Grief-Share group I'm attending. I also booked my flight and planned our trip to Wisconsin in June.
Not so good things happening: Travis has been really sick. He had to have his gall bladder out, and spent 4 days at HoCoGen. Every time I go there it gets harder and harder. So many memories and thoughts. While they had him open, they did a liver biopsy; when we went to his follow up with the surgeon, we were told that there was a lot of scar tissue in his liver, which is pointing towards Cirrhosis. And we all know what that evil disease is. I mean, shit, he's only 31 1/2. I can't believe that this is happening. It's not written in stone yet, we have another appt with another dr this week. We need to get a plan and some answers and know what we're looking at. If it really means hardcore cirrhosis, that will be devastating. He's too young for this. My heart sank, and all I could think was my poor love, what a shitty thing to be facing so young. We're not even married yet! We don't have kids, I don't know if thats in the cards now. But I guess putting the horse before the cart is no good, so I'm trying to think positively.
I wanted to go to California in May to see my mom's side of the family; her brother-in-law, Uncle Bill, passed away 2 weeks ago. My aunt Grace is now widowed. I feel sad for her and my cousins. My cousin Perry is getting married at the end of June, and it would have been so great to have his dad with them. But I guess life doesn't always work out for the way you want it to. RIP Uncle Bill, you were an amazing person. So getting back to the going part, I'm schedule to take ACLS at work the 2 days before the day of my cousin's fiance's party, and taking a red-eye to Sacremento that night is just not in the cards. The whole point was for me to come out a little early and help my cousin Krista get everything ready. I'm so pissed. So when I go to work tomorrow, I'll see what the wicked bitch of the west says about me rescheduling; she gave me some bullshit lecture about treating them like a shift and blah blah. Go fuck yourself, seriously. SERIOUSLY. I hate her guts. Go die. You dictatormotherfucker. I hate that women. She has never once shown an ounce of compassion or caring for me, and I know she hates my guts. Well fuck her and horse she rode in on. My family is more important. I'm hoping to take the PSI (Real Estate license exam) to get my actual license around the end of May or first part of June. Then I expect to get a job with a broker and go diving in head first into this new career. I want to give it all I got, I want to be successful and I want to make it my money-maker. I want to be able to support myself and a family on this salary. I want to live comfortably, buy a house somewhere ( I still have no clue where), have rental properties, maybe a few flips, all sorts of branching. I want to make an honest living that puts me in the upper class bracket. It will take a lot of time and hard work and many other cliche terms, but if I can do it then I feel like I will have accomplished my dream. My dream doesn't consist of riding on the coattails of my husband, watching him work his ass off not even at home most of the time to support 5 kids by 3 different fathers and a fatass wife who thinks writing e-books and playing photographer is some sort of accomplishment. Give me a fucking camera, I'll take pictures better than you any day. Its not just about your lighting and fancy shit, its about the emotion, the sites, the background, the meaning of the photo you capture. Please, my last name is Eastman. Enough said.
So anyway. My sister Kelly isn't speaking to me, she's ignoring me, and she tells Terri she misses Tessie. Not me. Its because I've had some mental breakdown issues and she has no clue what its like, and doesn't think helping me or doing any favors for me is in her relm of support. So fine, then choose to ignore me, I wasn't planning on doing that but if thats what floats your boat, 2 can play at the game. The phone works both ways. You can apologize and be the bigger person since you are 16 years older than me. But never mind that. It will settle over time. My brother Mark its making a long time to get this money distributed. I'm depending on that as my contribution to the income this year. I've gotta get my new career off and running by next January or I'll be screwed. And I don't want that happening.
So again, rather then marrying someone to support me, I'll gladly support myself an my husband if necessary. He's free to advance his career or change it or whatever.
On to my Grief-Share group. Its amazing. The people who dreamt this up are saints. We gather in a church, because it is spiritually-based; but for the most part its just that we all related to one thing in the group--LOSS. We hug, we share memories, we pray for each other, we feel that deep sadness the group members feel. We share our feelings; we watch a video each time, discuss some stuff from it. Its just enough of an outlet watch week to channel the emotions into. It comes with a work book, which I've been neglecting often due to my excuse of studying for my class.
My Aunt Beah sent me "Jesus Calling" by Sarah Young. Its wonderful. Her and Uncle Fred read it every day; each day correspondents with it, and I swear some of the days it is spot on. It references Bible verses and scripture. Since Travis and I have joined the RIAC group at St Johns Espicopal Roman Catholic Church. We go every Sunday for class. We are hoping to have Communion and for Travis, I think baptism. I've had that already. We both want to make communion. I would like to be part of the church and so on. It really is enlightening and I feel at home; this was my dad's church while he lived in Maryland. My brother's worked jobs the meeting houses setting up chairs and other stuff when they were in HS and college. My dad attended up until about 3 years or so before he died. My Aunt Beah was so thrilled to know that I am going back and she told me my Dad would be so proud of me and happy. So I must do this, I want to to do this. It helps me feel more in touch with my spiritual side, which in turn make me a well rounded person. Believing in God and Jesus is a tremendous help.
On that note...
Monday I'm starting back to a very restrictive eating plan with some specific exercise everyday, EVERYDAY. EV-ERY DAAAAY. Its time I get back on track; I was at my lowest in January during the blizzard, 167. Only 12lbs from my goal weight. Then I went back on meds and stopped working 6 days a week and I've gained some back. I don't like it, and its just going to get out of control. So time for Sara to get her shit together. The weather is warming up, so lots of opportunities to run outdoors....sign up for the marine corps marathon 10K. My goal.
I miss my Dad and Mom every day; I still have a whole in my heart. Their legacy cannot be forgotten. I'll get back out there. Life will not just go on without them. They existed. Last year at this time, my father still existed. I miss the hell out of him. It's still painful, its still incredibly hard to think that the strongest man I ever knew got too weak and was called to Heaven. Amazing. I miss my Mom too, I wish she hadn't gotten sick so I could talk to her about adult things. *sigh* All I can do is hope they are proud of me and will help guide me through this nightmare/life without them.
I don't think RAGBRAI is happening this summer. I don't think I can physically do it this year. I want to do it in my lifetime, especially with my cousins.
So lots of uncertainty coming our way; I just pray that my dogs and my family and loved ones stay safe and healthy. My niece is struggling and it breaks my heart to see her go through all of that. I'd trade places with her in a heartbeat. My sister is doing her best to manage it, but eventually it wares you down. I pray she has the strength and knowledge to get through this with her.
I pray that Travis gets decent results and we can get through whatever comes his way. I love him too much to see it go down like this.
And finally I pray for Tessie and Bugsy, for health and especially Tess. she's 11 1/2. I loved and cherish every day with her. My special Pooh Bear.
Well I have to get up at a reasonable hour for church tomorrow; especially since there is triathlon in the immediate neighborhood. And after church, I have to work at 3pm. Uhhhhh. the next 3 weekends. WTF. What a sneaky bitch. See above comment.
Wish me luck Monday. I've got 2 months until Wisconsin and I want to fit int my current wardrobe without issue. Without muffin tops. that means back to VGS Diet. I can do this, its app psychological. Looking at the goal vs. the bad stuff. Which wins?? Goal does. I'll be keeping that in mind. I'm not making posters and charts and rewards and all that bullshit, just going to DO IT.
Well Ruthie, I miss you more then you'll ever know. Bobbie, I know you're watching down and I hope I can make you proud. I love you so much. I miss you incredibly too much. If I could have you both back, whole and healthy, I'd never ask for another thing in my life again. I love you guys.
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Saturday, March 12, 2016
The Nerves and Anxiety
I saw a lady named Jill Hull on Thursday. She is an LCPC who does all sorts of psychology related therapy. She met with me and we started talking about my background; all of the death and grief and job anxiety. She said I have PTSD from the death. I agree. I'm not going to sugar-coat it and pretend like that is only for soldiers and the abused. I have it, and I need it to be treated like that.
We worked on one way of handling the acute anxiety by a breathing technique. First, I had to pick a time or an activity or place that I feel safe, secure, and competent. I picked when I run at the lake. So she had me picture myself running, with my eyes shut; paying attention to how I feel, what are my legs and arms doing?, what are the sites and sounds. Then I pick a word that describes that activity. I picked "success." So she had me repeat that over and over. Than, I had to open my eyes and shut them again, picturing myself at work, repeating the same word. And also adding in how I feel when I'm running. I had to really focus on my breathing. So on a scale of 1-10, 10 working like a champ, and 1 not working at all, I'd say I was at a 3 or 4. So for the first time thats great. I've been trying off and on today with help of my PRN meds to breathe, and stop letting myself get worked up over something that is in God's hands. I talked to my Aunt Beah last night for over 2 hours and I told her about what was happening; she advised me that sometimes when she has a lot going on, she just prays and says she leaves it in God's hands. So I'm also going to try that approach. It truly is in God's hands. Its like my coworker said before the blizzard: "God picked you to care for his children, you! So you can do it!" I think that if I repeat these things to myself over and over and continue to have uneventful days at work for a little while until I build up more confidence, I could make this work.
So thats my story and I'm sticking to it.
Ruthie please watch down over me tonight and tomorrow and help me through my day. Thank you Mommy. I know I can count on you.
Love,
Sara
We worked on one way of handling the acute anxiety by a breathing technique. First, I had to pick a time or an activity or place that I feel safe, secure, and competent. I picked when I run at the lake. So she had me picture myself running, with my eyes shut; paying attention to how I feel, what are my legs and arms doing?, what are the sites and sounds. Then I pick a word that describes that activity. I picked "success." So she had me repeat that over and over. Than, I had to open my eyes and shut them again, picturing myself at work, repeating the same word. And also adding in how I feel when I'm running. I had to really focus on my breathing. So on a scale of 1-10, 10 working like a champ, and 1 not working at all, I'd say I was at a 3 or 4. So for the first time thats great. I've been trying off and on today with help of my PRN meds to breathe, and stop letting myself get worked up over something that is in God's hands. I talked to my Aunt Beah last night for over 2 hours and I told her about what was happening; she advised me that sometimes when she has a lot going on, she just prays and says she leaves it in God's hands. So I'm also going to try that approach. It truly is in God's hands. Its like my coworker said before the blizzard: "God picked you to care for his children, you! So you can do it!" I think that if I repeat these things to myself over and over and continue to have uneventful days at work for a little while until I build up more confidence, I could make this work.
So thats my story and I'm sticking to it.
Ruthie please watch down over me tonight and tomorrow and help me through my day. Thank you Mommy. I know I can count on you.
Love,
Sara
Friday, March 11, 2016
Motivation
I am feeling such a lack of motivation to do anything today....well besides eat. 3 of those 100 calorie packs of Almonds. Wise decision making over here for the win...
I'm lonely; I'm bored; and I'm just waiting for April to come so I have some things to keep me busy. Being lonely really sucks. I have never been very good at it! Everyone is at work right now. Or busy being mom's or dad's, or in school or whatever it is. You would think it would be awesome to be off a lot from work but it's not all that its cracked up to be. I'm doing it for health reasons--I'm trying to get my mental faculties in place, and I couldn't do that working the type of schedule my manager was giving me. For instance, the grief therapy group I'm going to attend for 3 months is every Wednesday night for 2 hours. There's no f-ing way she'd let me have that many Wednesday night's off for that; she'd give me the run around with finding someone to trade, etc. Also, I am starting classes in June. I would never be able to take a 5 or 8 week class with a full-time schedule. And the real-estate pre-licensing class? HA! Forget that, I'd be waiting until I'm 40. So I'm happy and thankful for the opportunity to do those things but I'm trying to make the most of the time I have between now and then which is about 3 1/2 weeks. Travis is working a double today; he works this weekend, then off for 4 days. We have things scheduled; vet appointments for the dogs, our own appointments; and I want to do some moving of the crap to the loft and household stuff. Living in box world is getting old.
I have options today, with this gorgeous weather. I could go for a run; I could go to the cemetery; I could do both. I could go to Target and drop off my rx and exchange the pants that are too small. I can do all of these things, which normally I think I would except for some reason I feel like crap today. Isolated. I'm not sure I want to go the cemetery today, I'll get caught in Friday rush hour traffic; maybe tomorrow or definitely next week. Plus the emotional taxing of being there---not sure if I want that right now. Maybe I'll just get off my fat ass and go for a run at the lake like I had been planning all week and stop stewing about it.
I re-watched "Forks Over Knives" today; it's such an awesome documentary. I'm fascinated by the food science/nutrition and all of the information about our SAD's. I really want to be "Plant Strong" and get healthier. I've plateaued with the weight, as in, just existing I'm not losing like I was last year. I have to actually work at it now, and that's proving to be really difficult when I'm bing eating. So I have to figure out why I'm binge eating. Um, I'm lonely? Bored? Anxious? So fix those things. Well I am...lol it's a big circle. Circle of hell really. However, I am not going to give up and let them get the best of me. I can get myself going and motivated.
OK Ruthie, time to run for you. As much as I'm fighting it and rolling my eyes and stomping my feet, I'm going to shut up and do it.
I'm lonely; I'm bored; and I'm just waiting for April to come so I have some things to keep me busy. Being lonely really sucks. I have never been very good at it! Everyone is at work right now. Or busy being mom's or dad's, or in school or whatever it is. You would think it would be awesome to be off a lot from work but it's not all that its cracked up to be. I'm doing it for health reasons--I'm trying to get my mental faculties in place, and I couldn't do that working the type of schedule my manager was giving me. For instance, the grief therapy group I'm going to attend for 3 months is every Wednesday night for 2 hours. There's no f-ing way she'd let me have that many Wednesday night's off for that; she'd give me the run around with finding someone to trade, etc. Also, I am starting classes in June. I would never be able to take a 5 or 8 week class with a full-time schedule. And the real-estate pre-licensing class? HA! Forget that, I'd be waiting until I'm 40. So I'm happy and thankful for the opportunity to do those things but I'm trying to make the most of the time I have between now and then which is about 3 1/2 weeks. Travis is working a double today; he works this weekend, then off for 4 days. We have things scheduled; vet appointments for the dogs, our own appointments; and I want to do some moving of the crap to the loft and household stuff. Living in box world is getting old.
I have options today, with this gorgeous weather. I could go for a run; I could go to the cemetery; I could do both. I could go to Target and drop off my rx and exchange the pants that are too small. I can do all of these things, which normally I think I would except for some reason I feel like crap today. Isolated. I'm not sure I want to go the cemetery today, I'll get caught in Friday rush hour traffic; maybe tomorrow or definitely next week. Plus the emotional taxing of being there---not sure if I want that right now. Maybe I'll just get off my fat ass and go for a run at the lake like I had been planning all week and stop stewing about it.
I re-watched "Forks Over Knives" today; it's such an awesome documentary. I'm fascinated by the food science/nutrition and all of the information about our SAD's. I really want to be "Plant Strong" and get healthier. I've plateaued with the weight, as in, just existing I'm not losing like I was last year. I have to actually work at it now, and that's proving to be really difficult when I'm bing eating. So I have to figure out why I'm binge eating. Um, I'm lonely? Bored? Anxious? So fix those things. Well I am...lol it's a big circle. Circle of hell really. However, I am not going to give up and let them get the best of me. I can get myself going and motivated.
OK Ruthie, time to run for you. As much as I'm fighting it and rolling my eyes and stomping my feet, I'm going to shut up and do it.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
First Run of 2016 In The Books
My goal is to do this 3 times a week. I gained a bit of weight, in my mid section as usual, so I'm hoping this helps right that wrong I made over the past couple months.
Tomorrow I have my first appointment with an LCPC that does hypno-therapy. My goal is to get the anxiety under control. She had me write out 3-5 situations in my life so far that I felt safe, secure, and competent. My first thought was "all 3 at once?" Because I couldn't really recall any off the top of my head. And I'm not sure the 4 situations I wrote down are exactly what she's looking for but I guess I'll find out tomorrow. I have to work Sunday, and its with someone I don't know and haven't worked with before, so I'm already starting to get amped up over that.
On a higher note, I was able to pay some bills and such this week; I signed up for the Caldwell Banker Real Estate pre-licensing class, and also a once a week Grief Workshop. So I'll be busy in April with that. The grief one goes until July. Then in May I'm probably going to visit my California family; my cousin is getting married and there will be a party for his fiance that I want to attend...aka a bachelorette party. I am dying to see them all too. And then Wisconsin in June!! Terri and I are hopefully going to be able to drive up to Rhinelander and down through Green Bay before the reunion on June 25th. Lucy and Ethel, driving along through the backroads of Wisconsin...it should be good times.
I haven't tackled my RAGBRAI thoughts or decision yet. As of now, I want to do it, but I haven't done any planning or training. So its up in the air if I'll participate, but I think I will at least go see my Aunt and Uncle and maybe visit my cousins when the finish the last day of it.
One day at a time though. It's been such a rough 18 months of my life. I can't believe I made it. I have more to go though. This grief is like a demon sitting on my shoulder 24/7. Everything is a memory, a reminder, a tear drop, a flood of tears, anger, sadness, every emotion rolled up into a ball of hell. Some of my relationships have suffered lately and that weighs heavy on my mind. Its hard to lose people, even if you have only known them a short time; even a long time. Either way, when I'm attached or love someone and they are suddenly just not there anymore, it's so shitty. But again, I guess thats how life goes. Everything happens for a reason.
"Love's a game, wanna play?"
"Cuz darlin I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream!"
"So its gonna be forever, or its gonna go down in flames..."
"It'll leave you breathless... or with a nasty scar..."
God I love my TayTay. I'm a dork, I'm still hooked on 1989. I wish I had been able to see that tour last summer. All of these songs may be geared towards the younger crowd, but I can relate to almost all of them in some funny way. And I love the fact that she is beefing with Kanye. Ok--really? Am I talking about this in a blog about my parents? LOLOL I guess I am. And now its time for bed...
Love ya Ruthie. Love ya Daddy.
~Sara
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