This week I reached a small milestone…I lost 1.6 pounds and I am now under 220 pounds (99.8 kg)! This is really big and important to me. For the past 4½ years, my weight has lingered around the 230-250 area. Approximately 5 years ago, I made a big move back home (after living by myself in another state for a year). The move was necessary to retain my sanity, yet it took a toll on my physical health. I won’t go into any more details, but that is when my weight began to climb. This milestone I reached today makes me feel that once again, I am headed in the right direction, I just need to get other areas of my life straightened out.
I am proud to say that I am continuing to follow the blogilates website and workout calendar and I am feeling a little bit stronger in performing some of the moves. My next step forward, in achieving a healthy lifestyle, will be to return to the Y. I continue to may my expensive membership fee, but I’m not going. The truth is, I’m scared. I know it’s irrational, but I am afraid that I will start working out and the gym-rats around me will all laugh at me. I can admit this because I did a search and discovered that other people are afraid of this as well. I’m going to keep trying to push myself to return and I know someday it’ll happen. It would be so beneficial to be around other people.
It’s obvious that everything hasn’t been all “peachy-keen”. There’s actually an issue that’s been bothering me for several weeks, and I just haven’t felt like bringing it up. It’s regarding Steve again, so if you don’t want to listen to me whine about the-one-that-got-away, I totally understand, you can quit reading now.
Back in March or February of this year, Steve posted on my Facebook timeline about an event, he wrote “I thought of you” with a link to said event. For months, I’d been hoping he’d contact me to invite me to go with him. He never contacted me, so I figured, he’s so busy, he probably can’t go. So, on the night of the event, I went on Facebook like usual, and lo-and-behold, my newsfeed shows a status update from him about the event.
Needless to say, I was very upset. I’ve been with him to similar events before, he couldn’t have just invited me. I immediately felt that feeling, like a punch in the gut, that I get whenever I feel slighted. I didn’t expect him to hurt me like that, but I know I should expect it, he’s not the same person I knew several years ago. I cannot wait until I lose 60 pounds (my halfway point). I’m going to put a picture on Facebook of my progress and hopefully, he’ll feel regret for not keeping in touch with me. But of course, I often fantasize about the way I want things to go and when it actually happens, it doesn’t pan out like I’d hoped.
I’d like to end this post in a positive/funny way. Today I went to a department store and purchased some typical household items (shampoo, sunscreen, etc.) and some personal lubricant. Yes, I admit it, I purchased tingling lubricant, figuring it’d just be a quick buy and the cashier would scan it and just throw it in the bag, not paying much attention to my purchases. The cashier scanned my items, I payed. Then, when she handed me the bag, she said “Have fun!” I have to wonder what she meant by that. Was she telling me to enjoy my lube?