Well, today has been..interesting. My idea was to post the happy news to everyone that about 90% of my dream is done. Not my weight loss..that is coming. No, Amy and me will be heading to a lovely house in Winter Park, FL to live. All of us head down on the first. Once there, I will be reapplying at Disney and almost everything will be together.
Loving wife (only thing missing is a silly piece of paper with the word Marriage on it)
Absolutely great home (renting but damn perfect..pictures will be posted)
My dream job (I've discussed how much I loved it. It has been my dream, an ache in my soul to return and be a part of that magic again)
My dream location (I always loved Florida. Amy and her Dad loves Florida. He wanted to spend the rest of his days metal detecting on the beaches. Amy and him wanted to move there after her mother died but never was able to.)
The only real missing thing was a new refocus on my weight loss. All those emotional weights hanging around me had started to life and I was ready to be happy. I'm going to use the whole of Walt Disney World as my exercise room. August First was the day I was going to post about all this and have you all cheering me onward. Maybe it would help return me back to welcoming people and supporting instead of popping in just to post information about how such and such was wrong. I understood that my own attitude was getting harsher, darker. When you are unemployed, debt growing and stress increasing, even a bit of faith and pixie dust isn't enough. This was about joy and finally reaching something we all wanted.
Then we had a new member here who just couldn't follow the forum rules and was given several infractions. Instead of being a person of reason who would read the rules, she kept going off..then spend a page and a half of blog space on her site to insult and attack me. Posting my picture from my gallery and insulting including suggesting I was gay. How my weight loss story is a failure because I am still fat while she lost her weight in 6 months. How my food diary was some attempt to show everyone here that I'm not fat because of what I eat and I was some sad pile of..well you all get the point.
At first, reading that I was laughing. Someone was way overreacting...but when you read something like that, it has to hit you. So yeah, i haven't lost my weight. Instead of 400 pounds I'm hovering at 370. I haven't reached my goals.
yet.
See, you don't fail when you don't reach the finish line fastest. You don't fail when you are still moving forward. You fail when you completely stop. This woman wanted to try and slime me like in Ghostbusters 2. Remember that? The slime fed on emotions. She tried to slime me with negative energy. I can let it seem into me. How awful that I don't have a 3rd grade joke about the other name for a rooster to push my weight loss.
No. I have you. I have Amy. I have my family. I have my friends and more important..I still have me.
So yeah, this didn't restart how I wanted it to. I let some person who came here to push her blog on the site get to me. I let her posts on her own site about how I am quote "YOU ARE AFRAID OF THE TRUTH SO YOU DENY IT, AND WILL THEREFOR REMAINED TRAPPED IN THAT GELATINOUS VESSEL YOU HAVE EATEN YOURSELF INTO."
Hmm. Afraid of the truth. The truth I am afraid of isn't hers..it is my own. My own truth that I am afraid of comes from my own emotional eating. It comes from my own painful self-image that is a shell that we all have. The path I've walked growing up is akin to the path everyone here has walked at sometime. Not being good enough. Not being what the world wants you to be.
36 and want to work at Disney World? that's not a job for an adult. It's stupid. Stop it.
36 and still enjoying cartoons and fantasy? That's not right. Stop it.
A wiccan? Not in this family. Stop it.
Wanting to follow your heart instead of a mind numbing life job? Stop it. You can't survive on dreams.
You are a four eyes, speech impaired, overly smart, overly liberal, overly nerd, overly everything you aren't suppose to be in THIS family. don't cry cause of our comments, it is meant to toughen you up!
Heh..afraid of the truth. No, I'm afraid of being their truth and not living my own.
She is gone. I am here and I will stay here. august 1st (ok maybe second) is when I am posting here in my diary from my new home.
My life is MY life..not her venom of my life.