I’ve been away from everything for a while. Hell, I just read very nice comments some of you posted for me on here years ago that I either never read or forget reading. So I apologize for not responding if you are a writer of one of those comments. I have been in hermit mode, I am extremely comfortable in my solitude. But I need to start working my way out of it or I’ll just stay in it. I haven’t written anything or posted anything in what feels like ages. I’ve been reticent about writing this particular post because I don’t want anyone to read it and think “oh poor, white, cisgendered lady going through an identity crisis”. I’ve peeked into Facebook rarely but quickly felt like everyone was living their best lives and I got in my head about it and started to feel inadequate, so I run out quickly again.
I quit comedy in October of last year. I quit my job at a non profit in November of last year. One because it was exhausting and the other because I started to feel like I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever make a difference and i started to truly resent the population I was supposed to serve. Truth be told, I made the grave error of trying to better things and went over the head of my inept boss to sitting board members about issues and was pushed out. But still. It was time to leave. That person sounds interesting, 40 something feisty Mom who performs comedy and works to try and better the world.
I’ve managed to lose site of who I am besides those things and in an effort to reacquaint myself with myself I’ve reread this blog and I’m delightful (how am I not a huge star?)
On paper I’m an almost 50 year old single Mom who works in an office environment. Yaaawn Not bettering the world, not making people laugh, just some lady working a job that until about 3 weeks ago she thought she couldn’t adequately do and wasn’t sure she even wanted to do it.
A job in the medical field where I often hear patients tell me they are “blessed” because they’re alive, every time I hear it I’m blown away that people actually feel that way. I’m a tiny bit disappointed when I wake up and didn’t just die in my sleep then I hate myself for feeling that way because I live for my boys and I know that would destroy them. But since we’re sharing I’ll tell you I’m killing myself in the most passive aggressive way possible. I am the heaviest I’ve ever been, by a lot. And I’m in some kind of pain every day. Please please please don’t think I’m saying all overweight people are unhealthy or have health problems I have a metal heart valve, I’ve had a stroke. To paraphrase what Sally Field told Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias I “need to be kinder to my circulatory system” though she was talking about Julia’s Character Shelby’s desire to have a child not her desire to eat pizza and drink coke as often as possible. But potato/ potahto.
But if I’m not a fat woman okay with being fat then who am I.
I have got to start carving out a life I want to live and it’s going to be hard work, as someone who is annoyingly introspective, I know that. When I was pregnant with my eldest my father took himself off of dialysis and killed himself, which I can respect, but doing that means he missed out on meeting his first grandson. And just being in all of our lives. I don’t want to miss out on the boys, their dad and I managed to raise two incredible young men and I want to see what happens next.
In a previous post I showed off post stroke pictures of myself wearing fancy rented dresses in preparation for volunteering at the American heart association heart ball, I was proud of myself because I worked very hard and lost about 40 lbs. I obviously didn’t stick to that lifestyle change but I have to this time. I need to figure out how to do it without feeling hungry all the time, This weekend was my last pizza and coke binge for a while. I’m not aiming for ” skinny” I’m shooting for “healthy”, whatever that looks like is fine I’ve been plus size my whole life, I just don’t want to feel shitty anymore.
I’m horrified to think of the diet bloggers contacting me. I don’t want to buy any special food or start an official program mainly because I’m flat broke so save it if you want to sell me something. But feel free to share tips in the comments. I need to change my whole relationship with food, it’s not just fuel for me it’s comfort and love and that’s not ok. Plus there’s the exercise component, at this point I’m exhausted after work and everything is a struggle if it’s more than just sitting on the couch. I need to keep reminding myself how much of a fighter I actually am, and I really am.
Besides getting my health under control I have decided I do want to stay in the healthcare field and perhaps go back to school. Ideally I want to become a patient care advocate, which is something I sorely wish I had post stroke.
I’ve been very open about my mental illness. I don’t want to make it sound like I’m a big fat giant self loathing mess, In some ways I’m doing very well. I’ve gotten much better about not making dangerous, self destructive choices.
But if I’m not a man crazy hot mess then who am I. We’ll figure it out together I presume.
I am fully aware that getting my health under control is not going to be easy but it is just the first step to creating my second act, Amy Part 2: The Glittering. I’m like Madonna reinventing myself but with much much much muuuuuuch less talent.