A few years ago... I lost 62 pounds...218 to 156. A year and a half later, I went from 156 to 233. BUT...and there is always a BUT! It took me all of 2.5 years to gain 77 pounds unexpectedly. Unexpectedly...I gained this weight. I gained this weight after I stopped smoking. My mother told me a month ago that my weight gain is not to be blamed on the non-smoking. I gave up smoking for me, and to live longer for the future me and what's to come. But then...and I know here I go with the...BUT! I had more than I could endure on my plate.
*My uncle pass, and I didn't get to say the proper good-bye.
*My marriage was on the rocks, and I wasn't aware of it until it started to crumble.
*I lost myself, but I wasn't aware of the fact that I didn't know myself.
*I lost my identity, but now I look at it as...there never was.
But...let me put that "But" in there once again. I didn't know how good freedom like this felt
until I regained all of this.
And I wasn't expecting this. No-one expects it all to come back. Do we really prepare for this? Do we! You know why it's called "maintenance" after you hit your goal...you must maintain your loss. I should have, but how could I, when the tools I needed was never received.
*My uncle pass, and I didn't get to say the proper good-bye. He didn't get a chance to see the new me, he could have, but I chicken out. I told my cousin. No, I don't want to see my uncle that way...but now I wished I did.
*My marriage was on the rocks, and I wasn't aware of it until it started to crumble. He and I married for stability. I think we both got married because each one of us needed a little something different. He needed an anchor, and I needed his bleeding heart. I needed a man who would love me unconditionally through my pain. But how could he, when he never experience love in order to fully give love back? Oh. He loved me like he loved his personal things, but I didn't feel a (WE) or (US). I felt (I) or (ME) but never a (UNITY). At times, I felt as if I settled for nothing, when I was more than nothing...I was looking for something deeper. I wasn't a thing, I was a person who needed to belong to him in a loving way, not some damn passive possession.
Once I lost all my weight, I felt important but not enough to hold it. This marriage became rocky. My marriage is still intact, but I have those days when I feel I should walk away. Not divorce him... just a little step back, you know...just some time away, long enough to fix my mess.
*I lost myself, and I wasn't aware of the fact that I didn't know myself.
*I lost my identity. I lost the woman I wanted to be way before I got married, and this right here follows with the first marriage. I was a damage woman walking into another relationship with a broken man. I thought he really could fix me, help me find myself, but how could he when he was broken and lost himself????
So...the weight gain started to slip up on me again. I thought..."Damn girl, you had it going on, what happened?" I wanna say, he did this. I wish I could say, reality, but dammit I can't. As always... (S___T)...HAPPENS)! I think I've crapped for the last time on my life. I'm done giving up.
But here I am, scared! Afraid to even try because I'm afraid to fail.
Oh...I could shut down my page, delete it all together, but then it hit me. I'll continue to fail if I give up on this, and I never give up. Hell, I don't stop...so why bother to even entertain the idea of giving up on me when I'm trying to become (ME).
Back in 2013 you couldn't stand in my shine. I was in that lime light, and I enjoyed my body.
I loved life and every corner of it.
at this size. I'm on this journey again, and I'm afraid!
But I will figure it out.
Until the next blog.
Peace and Blessings