I have made yet another step towards progress. I joined a
gym today. I am mentally ready I just can’t physically do it. I got caught up
today with my boyfriend and it just never happened. To be fair I didn’t have
any of my gym clothes or anything and I had every intention of going in the
morning. I just fear it isn’t going to happen considering that it is already
1244 and I am still up writing this blog. I could set the alarm for five, have
every intention of going and just not go. That is usual. Right now though, in
this moment, it is not the gym I am having problems with.
I am starting to feel as if my relationship is a shield to
hide behind so I don’t have to try anymore. It was a shield to be fat again. My
boyfriend…he is ten years older than me and going back to school. He is 6’2 280
lbs with nice legs and a big gut. He is Robin Williams status hairy, and he has
not once encouraged me when dieting or worrying about my weight.
I know it isn’t his responsibility, but I feel as though if
someone loves me, they will help me through my journey, and I feel as if he is
hindering me.
I do this thing when I am scared and avoiding something
where I just ignore it and stew about it constantly probably giving myself and
ulcer. I have done it a lot today.
Today I saw my mom find happiness, two marriages later. I
really like her new boyfriend, and I kind of hate that I do. She is happier
than I have ever seen her and it makes me hopeful.
When I think of all the things that make up my dream man,
most of them aren’t qualities with my current man.
Maybe I should really make a list of all the things my
prince charming would be..
Nurturer: I want
to have someone who comes to my rescue, not because I am not a strong woman,
but because for those few times where I can’t be strong anymore, and I have
lost all hope, and I am at my worst, I still want to be loved and have someone
strong for me. I am a very scattered person and have found comfort in people
who make sense of the tornado I can be when I get overwhelmed. I have always
needed some balance for my chaos. I had a friend once, and I say friend because
I was never with him in the way I would have hoped, but he would put me first
in ways no one ever has before. I would stay over and he would change the
sheets, bring me fresh towels, made sure I was perfect before he slept on the
floor with a sheet. I never had to ask, it was always done. We would go out to
a public place, and his eyes always stayed on me, and I always felt safe.
Spontaneous: I don’t have a cute story about this, I just
know I don’t have it. I want to come home to roses for no reason. I want to
look at my phone and have a message that has a list of three things he loves
about me. Spontaneity doesn’t have to cost money, it has to be some sort of action
that says, “I thought this might make you happy, so I tried it”.
Physical: I have
had my share of amazing lays as well as with my current. There is nothing like
being wanted. There is no drug that has ever even come close to as happy as I
get when I feel as though I am attractive to someone else. Now this may be due
to my deep seeded emotional issues that came with being 417 pounds, and
frankly, so be it. So what if it is something I feel I NEED? I do. I need to
feel as though my significant other is attracted to me. I need to feel as
though I deserve the love I get. I am aware that some of these things come
with. Lots of kisses and big bear hugs.
The best sex I ever had was one of those times where I
wasn’t expecting it. The best sex I ever had was with this skinny little
nothing of a boy, who turned my entire world upside down. Every moment of being
with him, was the opposite of everything I ever had. He was the most insecure
and artistic human being I have ever met. I once compared him to a butterfly
that I felt too guilty to keep in a jar. The beauty of people this amazing was
that they need to share their gift with the world, if I kept him, he would die…not
literally but in the artistic free way I admired him for.
Support: My dad
was always cynical, still is. Everything has a hole and I am always choosing
the worst way to do things. I want someone proud of me and everything I have
done, and not have a doubt that I will be someone. The way I feel now, is
stuck. I feel as though I am lost among his life, and mine is an afterthought. When
I was single and lonely, I was never THIS lonely.
Humor: Dear god
be funny, pee my pants funny.
Intelligence &
Sensitivity: Never has to be genius smart, but can make me think and have
an engaging conversation. I want an intellectual who can appreciate artsy
things as well as delicious food and appreciate a beautiful sunset.
Be a Man: (okay
Mulan time out…) I want someone who can stand up for me when it needs to
happen, and it shouldn’t very often, but I want a prince charming.
Okay so I know now that these things aren’t exactly the
easiest things to manage, but the worst is that I feel like I don’t deserve
them.
I blame most of my misfortunes on being fat, then I hate
myself.
This is the dark place I remember.
