For those of you who know me, truly know me, you know that I’ve been in love just once (or, one and a half times if you count my High School/First crush). But my love, in both instances, was not reciprocated. .
So, while the person I loved, never returned it with words, he did with the little things; Glances, kisses, and moments that were so intimate and real that you couldn’t fake any of it. There was such intimacy in it. Such a level of trust and understanding of each other, that I never imagined in my life that I wouldn’t be with that person. But I am not. And, since that person, I’ve never been the same.
It’s something I’ve been dealing with since January 7, 2008.
And I’ve been fine with not being fine. I’ve learned to adjust and adapt the way I view not just myself but other potential “partners”. I find love, true intimate and soulful connections, with friends. With individuals that I trust completely and that I know trust and love me, and the best part?
They’ll never leave me.
But something, rather someone, happened two years ago, and I’ve never been quite right since. There is a level of comfort, trust and understanding of each other that isn’t superficial. For the limited time I get with this person, I feel like I know them as well as I would know myself. And so when I get the chance to spend that night, I take it.
Every. Single. Time.
And then, when the daylight breaks through the haze of our trysts, I can’t help but to feel hungover. It’s like I need to recover from that intense connection and intimacy and throw the walls back up to protect the one true thing i can control - my heart. But the problem is, I can’t control it. Not only can I not control it, my mind gets me involved in over-thinking, over-analyzing, and over-processing everything that has gone on.
But I can’t do it anymore. Or rather, I refuse to.
I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never get married. I will never find that cookie-cutter lifestyle so many of you seek, and I’m ok with that. I had a great love, and now I have a new appreciation for someone else. Someone who can just lay with me, intertwine hands and just be. In that moment. Someone who can give me hours of that feeling of fulfillment and joy in my soul.
Even if it’s fleeting when I do get it.
But it’s ok because I’ll take one of those true, intimate, intense, honest and raw nights of being with them once a year, or however many times, than suffer through the fallacy that is being with someone out of necessity.
Some days it feels like i’m still that 25 year old girl out, exploring life and with all the time in the world to just make it happen. I’ve got years left in my life, and a lot of life left for my years. I am going to blaze new ground, discover the undiscovered, I am going to be everything I ever wanted to be!
and then someone reminds you you’re about to be 35.
Where did these last ten years of my life go?!?!! Seriously, who stole them from me???? Alcohol may have taken some nights, more than others, but not all of them Surely the raging parties, whirlwind trips, globe-trotting adventures just happened last week…..right?
I think this is what a midlife crisis is.
Last week, I wrote about my addiction to food. About how I was an emotional eater and have had weight problems my entire life. So I just completed my first week of Weight Watchers and BAM!
I lost 8.6lbs!
Now, unfortunately I had to find out what I first weighed last monday (oof, that was a rough blow) but to see that 8 was amazing. Especially because I went over my points totals for 2 of the days and exhausted all my flex points for the week.
WHich begged the question from several people, “How’d you lose that much weight if you went over everything?”
Simple - I tracked. I tracked everything, and anything, that I ate/drank/consumed/snacked on/whatever. I tracked every single ounce of it. I held myself accountable, while still eating slices of pizza, hot dogs, chips, drank beers and rum - i kept my “diet” the same. I just controlled it instead of letting it, control me.
And that’s the difference with how I view food on this program versus any other diet I’ve ever been on.
I feel in control of it. I feel in control of me. I know, because I’ve had success, that I can do it. That I can lose weight and feel healthier and look better while still eating anything I want (within reason). I know this and so I’m not automatically defeated before I begin. I’m the opposite. I”m pumped up because I know it’s going to work.
And that’s the best feeling in the world.
Four years ago, I moved back to Long Island, NY after spending five years away from family and friends in an effort to find myself. I had never been away from home for college, and had started work at 19. So when an opportunity arose to head west, I blinked for a bit and then took it.
I was excited and scared shitless all at the same time. I mean, what if I failed? What if i couldn’t hack it on my own? Would everyone else I know view me as a failure too? What if I hated being so far away from everything, and everyone, I knew? What would I do?
And I kept most of those fears, and I lived my first four months with those fears. Hearing jokes about the pool for when I’d pack it all up and move back. Hearing snickers about how I was just trying to get an extended vacation. And then the reason I moved away, my-ex, gave me the best present of all. He gave me the reason to stay and to prove to any and every one that I was stronger than they thought I was.
That I was stronger than I thought I was.
And so for five years, I flourished. Flourished in a way that I never knew possible. While i’d always been outgoing and willing to meet and talk to people, i’d always operated with a safety blanket. Now? There was none. There would be none. There were two options - Thrive or go back to Long Island with my tale between my legs.
In those five years I met people I never knew existed and who, I know, I could never live without. I experienced kindness, love, joy, elation, fulfillment, despair, hopelessness, sadness, loss, laughter, friendship and family. And none of it would have been possible if I hadn’t recognized my true self.
Then, after I moved back home, I felt different, and I definitely looked different. When I left LI I was thinner and full of life. Now? I was heavier, but happier to be home. That was, until I wasn’t happy being that heavy. And so, I began to go to the gym and had a personal trainer I worked with. I managed to shred a few pounds and inches, but I was still heavy. And because of this, I was growing unhappy. But i stayed with it and when I went to Europe with some friends in the spring of 2011, I was healthier than I’d been. heavy still? slightly. But more sturdy. It wasn’t fat, it was muscle.
And then that fall I decided to finally try something my roommate and friend had been doing for years, Weight Watchers. And i was blown away.
Sure, people say it’s like a cult, but in the nine months that I followed, faithfully, their program and went to meetings once a week I shed forty pounds. Yes, 40. And I changed. Not just physically, but emotionally. I finally felt I had the body that went with my level of confidence. I no longer hid behind baggy shirts and one size too big jeans. I fit into clothes I’d always bought a size (or two) too small with the notion of “If i just go to the gym and cut out carbs, i could wear that!” I finally fit into me.
And then, I lost it all.
I had to quit paying the Weight Watcher fees and going to meetings because I couldn’t afford it. Right around that time I got a job where food, and booze, was every where. You couldn’t escape it and I didn’t want to. I was stressed about life, about employment, about money and so I turned back to where I found comfort as a child - food.
Food never made me feel bad about myself. Food never judged me. Food never told me I wasn’t good enough. Food knew the right buttons to push inside me to make me crave, and cave, to its demands. Food became an addiction I never knew I had, and never recognized. Food became everything.
And then, I had my “Ah-Ha” moment.
For the last year and a half, I’ve been struggling to control my weight and to keep myself in better shape. I have documented here various exercises and routines I’ve run myself through in order to be “fit & healthy” but, I realized that - they never work. They’re a quick fix - a band-aid on the gash that needs stitches. And so now, I’ve finally gotten the stitches.
This past week I joined Weight Watchers again, cause they’re doing it at work. So that means I have no excuses not to go to the meeting. No excuses not to get on that scale and hold myself accountable. No reason to not take charge. And so I am. And its scary as FUCK.
But I can do it this time, because i’m committed to doing it. I’m committed to changing who I am, and who I’ve been because I have a reason to. My niece. I don’t want her picking up bad and unhealthy habits. I want her to see that you can be healthy while still enjoying the things you love - like burgers, pizza, candy, etc.
I also wouldn’t mind looking good in a sun dress either.
Cue the “It’s a small world” music…..
would LOVE to know how she found this!!!
So for those of you who know me, or read any of my tweets, you know that I’m as far removed from a “Practicing Catholic” as they come. I haven’t been proactive in my religion since about 15. But this year I was asked to be a Godmother to my niece and so, since her Baptism was during Lent, I decided to play the part and participate. So I gave up Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr for Lent.
So, basically, my life.
Within two weeks is was inherently clear I necessitated Twitter for work purposes but I stayed off the remainder of it, save for like, 3-4 FB check-ins for information I needed and needed to get out for Fundraising purposes. Hey, considering all the other shit I’ve done in life I doubt that’s really gonna be what sways the decision one way or the other.
But during this lenten absence I learned a lot.
First off I learned that the first week without social media feels akin to what a heroin or meth addicted person must experience when going through withdrawals. I had all these thoughts, these jokes, these comments about the world at large, but I had no where to share them. And so it led me to pondering the greater existence of humanity as a whole over the last 10 years.
Before the insurgent push of this medium we’re now using to interact, we were all people. Sure, some of us had cell phones. Some of us had beepers. Texting was still brand new, but gaining momentum, but our primary form of communication was actually talking to someone. Now a days though our primary form of communication seems to be not communicating.
How can that be?
Because we allowed technology to brainwash us (I’m looking at you Steve Jobs) and to convince us that we had to have this thing, this device that would simplify our day to day lives yet it muted our interactions and monopolized our personalities, and turned us into robots, or even zombies.
The Walking Dead, indeed.
During my (roughly) 6 weeks without Social Media I kept wondering - When did we all let it get this bad? When did we give up on each other? When did we decide that communication is best served with 140 characters, a buzzfeed quiz about our personalities or with the best filter or hashtag or whatever else?
Call me crazy but the one thing I learned in all of this, is that moderation is key. But unplugging, is the biggest key to it all.
The key to understanding ourselves, to understanding those around us and for giving us a true perspective on what it is we’re here for, and what we are about. We don’t have chips that can be replaced, there’s no airplane mode button for humanity. We’re all here. This clusterfuck of an experiment that exists solely on this planet, out of the zillions of stars in this vast galaxy - it’s happening now. All around us. Not on some screen with 13 megapixels and a Valencia filter.
But go ahead and keep disconnecting by connecting only through technology, I’ll just be over here. Living in the real world.
Stories from Last Weekend is probably one of the FUNNIEST websites i’ve read in a long time. A must read.