Procrastination and fear

I read an article about self inflicted anxiety over procrastination. You put something off. By avoiding it you have relief but each day you continue, the anxiety grows. The temporary relief makes it appear worth while but it’s not. Sometimes snowballing into worse issues.

He makes a valid point by saying you initially avoid something due to fear.

I thought about my own procrastination. Weight loss. I know how. Stop being lazy. Get moving. Eat better and less.

I don’t do it. Why? I take comfort in food. I also take comfort in blaming my weight for being unhappy, single and what have you.

Cleaning my house. Every time I organize my house. Pick things off the floor, clean the counter, organize something, I feel wonderful. Why do t I keep this up? Is it because I can’t invite people in if it’s a mess? I can’t have boys over, I will have time to go out rather than the excuses I use now to stay home?

Why? Why do I fear having a life? It’s a sick cycle. I need to beak it.


Values in dating

I realize there are supposed to be things you look for in a partner.

Common interests, attractiveness, do they want children, etc. for some time I’ve been solely basing my judgement on attractiveness and if they like me, throwing out the rest.

This weekend opened my eyes to another layer, passion. Not passion for love, passion in a relationship or how passionate they are about me, but more so, passionate about life, their goals and work.

I’m very passionate about my job/career. I’ve struggled , cried, fought, and really gone through battle with my education and Career. I’ve lost a relationship over it, I’m sure I’ve taken years off my life, it’s been no easy feat. I’ve been degraded, I’ve been told to give up, that I would fail and it’s only made me want it more. It’s that sick relationship of time and effort and refusing to quit even if it’s not good for you.

My job has given me financial ease, it’s given me great praise and pride. It’s not all bad, and I refuse to have someone else come along and drag me down out of spite, jealousy, or lack of pride in their own career. That’s my issue. Finding a man in this small town area that not only likes his career but takes pride in it. Most people find a job that pays the bills and sticks with it. Mostly despising their choice but feeling that it pays too much to leave it. The few dates I’ve gone on, the men hated their career choice but felt stuck. My ex, put me down more than anyone else, telling me anyone could do my job, that I was worthless and might as well quit. He was obviously a horrible person, I know that, but I cannot have that happen to me again. I cannot be with someone that is upset about me being the breadwinner or making more or being successful or fighting for a career and succeeding at it. He was a teacher and instead of taking pride in a valuable yet underpaid career, he took it out on me and only saw the dollars I was making compared to him. In the end he also felt that since I made more I would pay for everything for him. No. I still want to be taken out to dinner. I refuse to not be given a Christmas or Birthday gift because I could just buy it myself. Yes yes I know- this guy was the worst of the worst- but after 5 years of thinking we were in love; I was the person saying, I’ve put this much time and effort in, maybe I can’t do better. I can’t let that happen again.

The guy from this weekend boasted about his job at a deli counter at a grocery store, and thats excellent that you take pride in that, but never bothered to ask what I do. In fact he cut me off to continue talking about his job to me.

I refuse to not be acknowledged by a possible suitor. My friends made fun of me that I was upset he never asked me about my career… maybe that’s normal, maybe that’s them being assholes, I don’t care this time.

My next boyfriend will acknowledge that I’ve worked hard to be successful. I want them to be proud of me just as I want to be of them. I want us to encourage each other to gain more success and truly understand each other when we have a bad day.

I need someone with the same motivation as me, the same passion and drive and empathy when shit goes bad.

That’s why I’m obsessed with electron. He’s attractive and lives to work rather than works to live. It’s not the best life. It’s not an easy life. And in the end, what do you have? A life spent slaving away for someone else. But some of us are just built that way.

I’ve found the value that was missing… now I just need to figure out how to find it.

A drunken attempt

Featured photo: an outhouse from the Trenary Outhouse Classic.

The Outhouse Classic is a race in which people build an outhouse, mandatory to be on skis and have a toilet seat, and race it down the Main Street of a tiny town called Trenary.

Every year my friends and I travel to this tiny town to watch the race. A track is built of snow down the street and people line up, generally drink in hand to cheer the racers as they push their creations along the track.

This year I worried that I would get instantly drunk due to my diet. I haven’t been eating as much or drinking for that matter. It was a solid fear as I instantly became hammered and nothing else mattered.

My friend was talking to a guy who had Whiskey in a can. It was tasty and tasted like Brandy. Fast forward hours later and apparently I not only told the guy to come home with me, I told my friend, who was staying with me, I was going to have sex with him but she would have to go upstairs. This is not me. This guy wasn’t attractive, he wasn’t my type, he wasn’t outstandingly intelligent or anything that I’d be attracted to. I think he was just there.

My crush had texted me that morning, he had sent me an email saying he’d be up this weekend. I asked if we could meet on Monday. Then Saturday he told me a road was closed due to weather. He couldn’t travel up here. We texted a few times then I sent him a video saying it’s what he was missing by moving further away. I had him on the brain and wanted to take him home. So the next best thing was a guy paying attention to me right?

I was wrong. This guy was more and more of a dud as the day went on. He lives about 30 minutes away and canceled his ride to go with us. I didn’t realize he’d have no way back home. He then stayed with us. From 1p – 12:30p the next day when I told him he would have to get someone to pick him up.

It was awkward and weird. He never made a move either which I appreciated but also was like, what’s the point?

He told me over and over again about his job but never bothered to ask me about mine. He admitted to living with his parents, I own my own home. Im 38, he’s 28. I’m not trying to be a bitch by putting others down on their career choice or anything but I’d like to at least find someone that has the same drive and amount of passion as I do.

He slept on the couch and I was thankful I sobered up enough to know not to sleep with him. I still only want my crush but I at least attempted to expand my horizons.

Now I really need to know, is my crush an option or ami really throwing myself out there?


Well guys, my year of 37 has officially ended. I had a goal to blog every day with a picture I took. I blogged 74 times and sometimes with a photo. I did not meet any one romantically. I barely met anyone at all. I started a new project in my city that is giving me the most stress ever. I’ve got a crush I can’t get out of my brain. I weigh more, my fine lines are showing but guys are still shocked when I tell them my real age… as in legit and almost disgusted shock lol.

I got to travel and see states/National Parks last year that I’ve been wanting to. That was the best part about being 37.

This year, the year of 38. My goal is to blog more. Complain less. Lose weight, exercise and get healthy! Find a relationship and be happier. Stress less. Live my life more rather than live for my job- currently I haven’t been able to do that. Keep a clean house. That’s going to be tough! Have a veggie garden this year. Grow a pumpkin for a jack o lantern.

I’m keeping this blog. It’s the year of 37 but ladies don’t like to tell their real age anyway right?

Here’s to a New Year, new resolutions, a new life path.

Hair: how I loathe thee

Featured photo: the second to last hair from my chin on a wax strip

Hair. Women should have big, sleek, shiny, healthy, permed, straightened, curled, tousled, up-do, down, full, dyed, natural hair on their heads.

I wash, condition, brush and air dry my hair, then I forget about it for the day. At times I notice I shed on myself and will pick my own hair off my sweater throughout the day. Sometimes I run my fingers through it but to be honest I don’t even know the last time it was cut. I recall my hair stylist was out of the salon for maternity leave, and I sat with someone else. I think that kid is one year old already.

On the other hand, women should pluck, trim, wax, thread, shave, laser or chemically remove hair from every other inch of their bodies except their head.

I myself am guilty of this unnatural course of modern day oppression and unattainable sense of beauty. The hair just keeps coming back and growing longer, darker and in more places other than my scalp as I age.

Have you ever looked at the underside of your chin? Besides the fat roll you may achieve when you look down? I mean the total underside of your chin?

I haven’t either but I’m making a point I’ll get back to.

One day, years ago, I caught my reflection in the daylight. I noticed the sun gleaming off of a very long hair that was attached to the underside of my chin. WTF! How is this possible? I asked my current boyfriend to pluck it but he refused. Granted this was years before, he is currently my ex, I wonder why?

Regardless the tweezers came out and see ya later sucker! No welcome mat for you here.

More kept popping up and it occurred to me I need to embrace either; you have old lady chin hair or pretend no one noticed, and love your life.

I tried to live but I just ended up stroking the hair on my chin. Fucking weird I know. I’ve used a small electric trimmer but they come back so quickly.

I started using small facial wax strips but considering I don’t know where these little bastard hairs are, it’s difficult to know where to put these wax strips. I got three long hairs after multiple attempts while ripping my flesh away.

Finally I took a bikini zone wax strip which is almost the size of my under-chin and ripped some fresh hot skin cells away yet again. With it the single bastard hair I had been waiting for.

The amount of joy and pride I felt was extremely ridiculous considering I was fighting nature. We fight wrinkles and sags and bags and grey hairs and fat cells and single hairs. All which are natural. All that we aren’t going to get rid of, your hair will grow out of the dye, the fat cell continues to be, though it may shrink or expand, the hair under my chin will continue to grow until I think about ripping it from its socket in a violet way again.

Why do we do this? Because humans are a silly vain species. I am very much a human.

Diet day 3

Wednesday: I haven’t dieted since lunch on Monday… but hey it was a great thought.

Monday I was so good. I brought my food to work with me. I ate it though I can’t say I enjoyed it. I had good intentions then co-workers happened.

It’s rare that I am around co-workers. I am a Manager of other companies, not my own employees. I manage projects, I manage other companies, I just don’t manage employees. So, I never see people from my company except if they are mechanics, but then we are still from a different branch of the company; while I am their superior, we aren’t exactly co-workers either? Its confusing.

This week two sales guys, my superior (but not my boss, again confusing!) and a field expert were in town. We went out Monday night and had a night on the booze. Diet day 1 fail.

Tuesday I was slightly hung over and got a sandwich for breakfast, then lunch with co-workers, then dinner with co-workers. Today was Valentines day and Fuck being alone! I got lunch with my intern, then talked the field expert and my lighting guy out to dinner. Happy V-day to me – paid for by work. Diet day 2 and 3 – BUST!

My stomach is very large right now. I feel more full than I should with all meals being eaten out and to my breaking point for about 2 weeks now.

I have my nutrisystem – I even ate something for breakfast today but I keep eating out – and not healthy mind you! Friday night is the dog sled races and Saturday is my bday. I’d like to do something fun! Currently being able to sleep in and clean my house sound like better ideas though.

Tomorrow I’m going to attempt the diet – but not the turbo week – I’m going to save that for my second week. This week is so jacked already and you’re not supposed to eat out at all the first week. I believe after the first week you can exchange a meal here or there.

Also I am kind of excited to not being eating out or buying food for a bit. I’d really like to pay down some credit cards that are racking up again. Amazon is at $1000, Best Buy is just under $2,000 and I just spent $1,000 on my car repairs on a credit card. Every month I over withdraw and my savings account is shrinking which makes me very nervous. If I can keep my savings without an overdraft and pay down the credit cards – it will help. But $4,000 is going to take some time. Also the student loans and mortgage. My plan was to snowball all my accounts and be paying double on my car payment to get rid of that but these damn credit cards keep piling up. It’s my own fault. I have 4 items in my Amazon shopping cart that I have refused to hit send. Just one hormonal click away of more things I can’t afford.

If I could only curb my spending and eating – but then what will I spend my time doing?!? (that is sarcasm as my job is stressing me to the maximum currently)

Lets see what happens. The sales people are gone, the lighting guy leaves tomorrow and my supervisor left today. No one but the water guy to go out with tomorrow and guess what – I’m not going out with him.

Let’s see how a full day of dieting works for me tomorrow. God save us all.

Diet. Day 1

Featured photo: my breakfast with a computer mouse for size.

Nutrisystem Turbo week. Day 1. For the next 7 days I’ll only be allowed 1000 calories per day. Basically starve yourself for 1 week and notice results! Shocking. Sigh.

I can eat some veggies. God save me.

So far I’m 30 minutes in with no complaints. Let’s see where it gets me. I still have black coffee and my water bottle so life isn’t all bad. To be fair the muffin was tasty, dense and again, no complaints. Meal 1- sufficient.

I packed a loaded baked potato bowl and turbo bar and shake. I’m keeping those to sustain me through the later hours. I assume I’ll be cranky as my body realizes I’m not just stressed, I’m abusing it on purpose.

Stay tuned. #stillhopefull. 😉

Another Tuesday

Somehow it’s February. My resolutions are all but shattered remnants of hopes and dreams. My crush is back and that’s given me a hope and good thoughts of a clean slate with just enough lack in faith to fall into old ruts.

The house is dirty, my car is a mess, I haven’t worked out and I ate guacamole and bacon for dinner tonight. I signed up for Nutrisystem. They send me food and I don’t bother with shopping or cooking. Let’s recap, I made guacamole and microwaved bacon for dinner. I haven’t gotten any do I don’t know if it’s good yet.

The crush is in town tomorrow night. He’ll be around Thursday. Told me today he’d be in town for a week, but I’m leaving. Fate- you evil bitch.

Granted who’s to say we would even see each other potentially this weekend but you can’t see each other if you aren’t in the same town. Insert frowny face.

It’s all I’ve got right now. But at least I can look forward to a weekend with friends. That will be exciting.

The crush is back part 2

My last blog about a dream man was a Canadian co-worker from a conference. He was attractive, flirty, and yes he was sexy. But my original dream man/crush was a subcontractor we were looking to get pricing from. In the past year I’ve written about him multiple times.

If there was love at first site, I felt it with him, nicknamed the Electron. This instant crazy sexual awe, but not even lust… how to describe it… honestly a loss of words is pretty accurate.

I rounded the corner onto his office and took a step back. I almost would assume my jaw dropped if ever so slightly. There he was, he sounded cute on the phone but cute doesn’t describe it. Huge blue green eyes, perfect hair, long lean with a button down shirt with the first few buttons undone.

I swear he looked at me and took a double take but my friends tell me that’s in my brain. Apparently they don’t think a guy that’s hot would be into me. It’s because I’m overweight. I never said my friends were kind or supportive.

We sat across from each other at his desk, staring into each other’s eyes. Every so often we’d giggle and look to the ground. It was the feeling of your first crush/boyfriend in high school. That giddy, nothing else on the planet matters but us feeling. It’s exciting and more rare than your typical flirting. I know our convo strayed from topic several times. Where we’re from, where we live, our dogs, and I made a point to throw out that I was single. A month later we saw each other again, walking and talking on sites. I won’t recap the rest, it’s in several blogs but the latest is “The crush is back”.

He’s back, because he was in jail and rehab. Again, look back to older blogs.

I saw him the day of his sentencing. That afternoon he came to see me and I was overly giddy. This week we had a meeting. He flew in Wednesday night, we spent 4 hours together between meetings and site visits. Then I had to rush to another meeting.

Friday he came to the City building about an issue. He could have made a call to his customer but I like to think he came with the chance to see me in my temporary office in the same building. I saw him in the stairwell as I was coming in. I told him I was available for a call but he actually drove back to see me. We met for an hour before he had an appointment and then I was in meetings the rest of the day. He said he would’ve come back to meet again.

He bought a farm downstate. A small town of 300 people to live the “quiet life”. But he plans to buy an airplane. What?!?

When I asked, “you know how to fly a plane?” He replied, “I know how to do everything.” It was sexy and cocky and just enough douche bag/bad boy type of tease that made me want to rip off his clothes.

We met with the customer on Thursday. I noticed Electron kept looking at me, when I talked to him he was super focused and laughed extremely loud. He always laughed loud at my jokes and seemed intent on what I had to say. I just assumed it’s who he was. Somehow though, my shyness came out. I couldn’t look at him. I was nervous and awkward.

The customer, he’s a no nonsense ex car plant worker from Detroit. He says it like it is. But he came in the office and says, He’s got a thing for you. And I was like Naw, and he said, Is he single? I shrugged. And he said, I’m just saying, he likes you.

I guess it’s not just me who thinks so.

I brought up randomly that it’s a shame he lives downstate, “because I know you don’t have your text messages but I still have all of mine..” (to recap, he had sexted me multiple times, each time I declined but still expressed my interest. I finally told him to ask me out rather than booty call and he promised to prior to his disappearance) he cut me off to show me a picture of the plane. It was extremely pretty/sexy. Like, I don’t know what I expected. I’ve never thought of a plane as sexy, but somehow this was. I said, oh wow. He grinned and said, you like that? I swear to god we could have been in bed talking about parts of his anatomy the way the conversation played out. I’ve never had sexual tension like this before.

It’s magnetic, it’s like a force beyond us has us connected. I’m not talking spiritual, I’m talking like electronic or science, like our chemical makeup has the exact same number of protons and electrons and our atoms are pulling us to each other. That’s how it feels. I’ve Never felt this way with anyone. It’s not even love, it’s just attraction I guess.

It’s still so complicated. We’re still trying to do business with him. My boss still doesn’t know he’s even back. It’s all sorts of complicated. Never mind the fact he lives downstate. As in 8 hours away.

I can only hope I have an update on this. Sigh swoon sigh is all I can leave it at.

The sign

I’ve been 240 lbs for some time. I almost got to 222 two years ago but I’m back up. I’ve pushed 247 recently.

I think of myself as curvy and beautiful. But when I catch my reflection I assume it’s a bad angle, a poor mirror or anything to believe the rounded lumps of my cheeks, ass, hips, calves, etc.

We’re told we should be beautiful as we are, but I can’t shake the self loathing. I flirt and sashay my ass around like some suave French hooker, but I can’t lie- my self confidence ends with my clothes on. Harmless flirting with dreams of sex but I create diversions to keep myself out of reach. Or perhaps it’s just what I tell myself to keep believing that men want me.

With each shrunken article in my closet, with each piece of merchandise that I can’t squish into, with each ache I feel, I realize- I can’t live like this.

I’m not healthy. I’m obese and my body is screaming for help. My calf still aches from a pulled muscle. My big toe and fingers randomly go numb and I’m terrified of hearing I have diabetes like my father who is now in a wheelchair.

Today I walked the dog. Nothing crazy, just a mile walk. I’ve logged my calories for 3 days, below 1500 to just at 2000. I know in past days I’ve logged 3000 calories or more.

Later in the day I think about eating more and more until I realize I’m not hungry, just bored. I need to keep this up. Recognizing self pleasure should not be found by stuffing my face. It’s a hard concept. I’m trying to drink water. I know I’m constantly dehydrated.

The motivation needs to stick. Last time I dropped 15 lbs I was in a size smaller pant, feeling like a queen and so very proud. I can do this. I have everything I need. I just need to do- there is no try.

Also, let’s get motivated about money. I’ve got $3000 in credit card debt. $11,000 left on my car loan and a total of $26,000 in student loans. Two of which are under $1,000. I should be able to knock out the credit cards and half the car debt by the end of the year, don’t you think?

Less $50 meals cuz I’m too lazy to cook. Less Amazon shopping sprees of things I don’t need. Less food and shopping to bring self happiness and more gym and outdoors time for me!

I’ve got the motivation. Let’s do this.