Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Ridiculousness.

This nonsense has got to stop. When she was a baby, it started out with just a couple of stuffed animals of my choosing, and her favorite blanket. (And of course the requisite binkie.) Somehow, by small indulgences I am sure, we have arrived at this state. She hasn't taken a nap for 3 out of the last 4 days which is highly unusual, and last night we had a first: she woke me up screaming at 2:30 am for some
unintelligible item that was obviously of most importance. To her. I went in, which I usually avoid, so that we could all return to a state of slumber. Especially since tt's alarm was due to go off in just 2 1/2 hours. I finally identified that necessary item as 'Blue Page' a torn-out page from one of her Sandra Boynton books. I retrieved it, but the wailing requests kept coming. 'Blue Spatula!!!!' (a common refrain). Gave her the spatula. 'Brown book!!!' ( I never did figure that one out...) 'Wocket!!!!' (...in my Pocket. Suess. Delivered.) What can I say,? I was tired and groggy. I just wanted the crying to stop! By the time she told me she wanted all of the books, which is roughly 25 more, I drew the line. I left her and went back to bed. She cried for about 5 more minutes and mercifully drifted back to sleep. But not before she had acquired the following assortment of crap in her crib:
* 13 books
* 2 blankets
* 1 binkie
* 4 shoes
* 3 plastic dogs
* 1 Dora figure
* 2 babies
* 6 stuffed animals
* 1 tube of ointment
* 1 blue spatula
* 1 'Blue Page'
* 1 baby bead toy
Other common requests are 2 blue spatulas, various books by the names she has given them and I have to decipher, dish towels, candles, clementines, cereal, any and every toy... Basically any random item in the house that she wants to confiscate for her personal use. This is insane. No wonder she can't sleep. Presently, there are 4 stuffed animals, 1 binkie, and her blanket in her crib. We'll see how she reacts to that when 'nap time' comes in about half an hour. Argh.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

mantra


a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing.
a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing. a strong will is a good thing
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Friday, December 07, 2007

Oops! I Did it Again...


{appropriately, the winners are: jinii, shell, charlotte, and denise. Congratulations, and watch your mailbox. jinii and charlotte, I need your address. Email me!}

Oops! I Did it Again...I've gained back all the weight I have managed to lose, and then some. How many times is this going to happen?! Yikes- I hate to recount where this one lines up on the list. Unfortunately weight is an emotionally charged issue with me, for many reasons. It is one of the fastest ways to discern my present mental state, based on how much weight I have lost, or more likely, gained. In the past, I have proved myself capable of losing weight and getting relatively in shape. One of the cruel ironies of my life is that I am rarely satisfied with my present state, yet invariably several months later I long for what used to be, then completely disgusted with what has become my present reality. Thus, I sit from that vantage point right now.
Why is is so easy to do? I'm not doing myself any favors- I am now at the heaviest I've ever been, and at a very inopportune time. I have been in NC for just over 4 months, and I've yet to make any real friends. I suspect my weight is the real reason- not that I am being insensitively judged by my appearance, but that I use it as a shield, and unfortunately also a prison. Generally, I am not shy. I am not afraid to approach people, put myself out there, be myself. Unless that self happens to be, fat. Then I retreat even more into my safe haven- my own little world in my house, in my mind. I honestly wish I could make a sign that would read:
Just to let everyone know that I am aware of the problem and it is not representative of me. Maybe I should add that 'I haven't always looked like this. I can be really hot.' and then tape one of my best thin self-portraits onto it. The fact is, I don't feel good enough to put myself out there. I don't want to introduce myself to people as... 'this.' I feel like I want to wait, hold myself back until I am ready to be 'presentable'. I think I honestly feel like I am not good enough to put myself out there, or maybe I am afraid that others will judge me the same way. Being insecure makes me retreat and hide myself, and I hate doing that. These insecurities also bleed into every other area of my life. It's like I view the ability to be thin/stay thin as nothing short of a virtue;, so when I am without that I am inherently 'bad.' Who would want to be friends with, or love a 'bad' person? The other irony is that I don't judge others this way, just myself. Only I need to be held to this cruel yard stick while my forgiveness and ambivalence descends upon everyone else I meet. Being 'bad' makes me feel inadequate in every area of my life... it settles on everything, blanketing me in a general state of unworthiness and failure. I've been dreading any social engagement that I 'have' to attend with tt because I am so humiliated with this person, this facade I have to present.
So why not change? I've done it before- I used to commonly be referred to as the 'Diet Nazi.' Why is it so hard for me to effect change in my life? To change who I am? To get and sustain the imputes to change? Regardless- it is hard, and I am struggling. I only know I desperately want to return to who I was, who I know I can be.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

I believe...

...in a world where I can create my own reality through posed self-portraiture. I believe that through careful modeling, deceptive angles, and only the best lighting I can create an image worthy of my posterity and what I want them to see. I believe that with an LCD screen I can frame my life to fit my expectations, my goals, and my visions of who I could be.
So here is a gallery of those beliefs, just because I can.

Reflective.
My current fat smile.
Pouting.
Peaceful.
A-Ok.

Monday, December 03, 2007

My Memories are Against Me.

(This was taken when I was trying to document my accidental self-eyebrow bleaching incident.)
My next post that I am contemplating is named after a Britney Spears hit- Good mail to whoever guess the correct song. Until then- that is, until I can sit down and force myself to commit to paper and public document my inner struggles, writhings, and failures...I have a question to pose. I have several recurring dreams/themes of dreams that I can't stand any more! What do they mean??? Some of these have been haunting me for YEARS, so I really think they are supposed to be telling me that I am apparently deaf to. Maybe some of you have better listening skills and/or training in psychology or dream interpretation. Here goes:
Most of you know that I dropped out of high school when I was 15 in order to attend Community College instead, then on to BYU by the time I would have graduated. I have never looked back on this decision- I think I have fared well from it and it seems to have been the right, albeit unorthodox, move for me. However- the universe may not think so. It appears that the universe is using this experience to try and tell me something. I have constant recurring dreams where I am back in high school, and I hate it. (No surprise there-) I am going about, but inevitably I can't find my classes, I am behind on all my work, I get lost in the building... many obstacles. I am feeling overwhelmed, when at some point I realize that I don't have to go to high school! I am finished with this phase of my life! I got a g.e.d. and went on to college and was thankful for it! See ya sucka's... I'm going to work like a normal 20-something!
What's up with that? It is so common for me to have recurring 'episodes' of this dream that they are commonplace. Do I feel unfinished? Am I seeking some kind of closure? Because the only sort of closure I ever thought worth receiving from high school was seeing my former classmates in the dreary, unsuccessful lives I pictured them existing. It's not that I wish this fate upon them, it is merely what I imagine to be probable for most of them. That, or they cease to exist entirely once my thoughts have moved on from them. What does it mean??
Then, on a related note- I have been having dreams about my first real boyfriend, Vince. (I'm only so happy that so few of you actually knew Vince so the mocking can be minimal.) We dated from the time I was 13-15, and let me tell you. A two-year relationship while in middle/high school is practically marriage. He was my first love and I was truly heartbroken when he cheated on me, sleeping with a ho-bag friend of mine since I wouldn't do the deed. (This is a lot of information, I now realize.) I am not calling her a 'ho-bag' out of spite, I'm merely telling it like it is. What else do you call a 15-year old girl who sleeps with one of her best friend's boyfriends of 2 years- over a period of time? I still remember the humiliation I felt since several people knew about the treason even before I did. Isn't that always the way? (For those of you who also had your teenage boyfriend of 2 years sleep with your best friend...) Nevertheless- this was an important and defining relationship in my formative adolescent years. I was heartbroken, but obviously I got over it. I didn't see him or think about him for years. I still haven't seen him in years, but now more than 10 years later I have frequent recurring dreams about him! There is no love lost, I am not pining for my short,high school wrestler pot head of a boyfriend- yet there is his, sneaking through my dreams so constantly like this! Sometimes they are romantic, sometimes it's just him, sometimes he and timm are in the dream (tho not like that). These dreams have been coming and going for years!! Years people! In the dreams I always feel fond of him, so this has left me wondering if I am supposed to find him, get a hold of him, check on him- what? True, I imagine his life to have turned out fairly hapless and sad to this point (especially when held up to my shining, radiant example of how to live a productive and enviable life-) But what would my contacting him accomplish? Nevertheless, it has driven me to google him many times, try the online white pages, peruse Classmates.com, ask my brother to poke around in Philly- what does this one mean?!
And finally, the one that most appeals to my vanity. The frequent scenarios in which my teeth fall out. Sometimes I bite into some food, say an apple, and they just come right off. Other times, like last night, I find that several of my teeth are loose. Tired of them rattling around in their loose sockets, I decide to yank them, which is surprisingly easy. Only too late I realize that I pulled one of my front teeth, so now I am looking decidedly on the low end of my socio-economic status. I am mortified to be missing a front tooth, and Timm good-naturedly makes fun of me for it. Why are my teeth falling out?
What is happening to me? Is this the beginning of the Apocalypse? When I vye (sp?)for boyfriend of 11 years ago, long for my high-school social status and fear the decline of my looks (which has happened speedily over the last 5 months, BTW.) Tell me- what oracles, sings, revelations, messages, curses am I missing??
I forgot one more! Frequent versions including my best friends from 6th grade- my peak, my best year of school, before we moved and I transferred schools which was the beginning of my decline in many ways.
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