Hi! Welcome to my first blog post. This is me. And this is my shameless plug for eyebuydirect. If you wear glasses and love an AMAZING deal, you've gotta check them out!
Anyhow, where was I? Oh yeah. So...this is me. I'm a pretty fat girl. I don't know if the word "pretty" is an adjective or a noun. I guess that's up to the reader. I'd like to think it's a noun, but we'll have to see.I'm not a true blonde, by the way. Just so you know. Now that we've got that out of the way, let's move on...
This past week, my husband of 14 years filed for divorce. I'm not ready to talk about it, but it made me realize that I don't really know who I am anymore. For 14 years it's been "J & N," y'know?
"J&N are coming to dinner."
"J&N like to do that.""J&N are going on vacation."
"J&N are really good at this."
"J&N are fun to hang around."
"J&N drive that kind of car."
"J&N live over there."
.....You get the idea. So now, at the age of 37, it's suddenly "N." Just "N." And frankly, I don't really know much about "N" anymore. I'm hoping that blogging will help me rediscover my likes, dislikes, interests, talents, hobbies etc. etc. etc.
I never thought I'd be divorced. Never in a quadzillion years. Not I. Nope. There's a country song that says, "I come from a long line of love..." And I do. My parents have been married for 44 years. Both sets of my grandparents were married for 60 years. I only made it to 14. It makes me sad. Anyhow, I said I didn't want to talk about it...geez!!! Okay, so moving on..................
Let's talk about my fatness. (I think it's pretty obvious about the pretty part. If confused, see picture above). I've only been fat for about 13 years. After my son, big P, was born, I never lost the baby fat. Then my daughter, T, was born 16 months later, and more fat was piled on. Rome wasn't built in a day, so how could anyone possibly expect me to lose all that weight in just 11 short years? Sheesh, gimme a break! And then I just had a baby, little P, 3 months ago. So you know THAT fat hasn't gone yet!
Maybe people will post rude comments on here that will make me cry and motivate me to wanna lose weight. I'm not really motivated by tough love, but I'm running out of options. The whole I-can-do-it-in-my-time thing kinda came and went a decade or so ago.
Or maybe Oprah will read my blog when she's net surfing late at night and feel sorry for me and invite me on her show, and hire a personal trainer and chef for me. Of course, this will happen after she's had me on her Christmas giveaway show where we'll all get cars, jars of thousand dollar moisturizer, and fluffy bathrobes. Or not.
But the point is, I'm at an unexpected, frankly, unwanted crossroads in my life. And I can lay down and die. Or I can rise up and live life to the fullest. I think I choose the latter, but it's gonna take time. And I don't even know how to start.
Oh, since this blog is called "Confessions," I should probably post my Confession of the day. Here it is: I parked in a handicapped stall at Wal-Mart, and pretended to have a bad limp. There were no other spots, people! I mean, no other spots that close, anyhow. Okay, sure, there were spots further away. But #1: I was in a hurry. And #2: there were all kinds of handicap spots available. And #3: it doesn't even make sense for the handicap spots to be closest to the store. And #4: I really did have a little bit of a sore leg today.
I enjoyed this, Reets! I think this is something I'll look forward to reading whenever you post. I notice you talking about motivation for losing weight. My friend directed me to "The Lord's Table", and I think it looks good. It's sort of a Bible Study sort of thing. Maybe check it out. Tried calling you today, but you weren't home and your message box is filled. Maybe you should empty it.
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