Showing posts with label Secret(s). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Secret(s). Show all posts

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Adios, Fatty!

I know, I know, I go a month without posting then two posts in one day? Well, it happens. After a month of dealing with demons and keeping my mouth shut, I've got a lot to say. Also, I've got... news.

Today, I was looking up prices for local gym memberships and I stumbled onto the LA Fitness website (not for the first time) and I noted that they still did not have their prices listed. Unlike that one other time before, I didn't just shrug and go on. I called them and asked for the price. The woman I spoke with, Karen, told me that their usual prices range from $30-40 a month and asked me if I'd like to come in to check the place out. I could've stopped her then and said no. Instead, we arranged a time for me to meet with her tomorrow at 10 a.m. Then Karen asked if there were anyway I could make it in to speak with her TODAY as their nationwide promotion was ending and there's no way for them to extend the deals (which, at the time, I had no idea what the "deal" even was) but I agreed. I arranged to meet with her at 6:30 p.m.

I could have not gone. I could have called and cancelled. I could have driven by without stopping in. I could have gone in, looked around, and walked right out. I could have left without a membership. I could have done a lot of things, but instead... I got ready, I drove over, I went in, I talked with Karen, I toured the amazing facility, I got my questions answered, I got a membership, I received a free "goody bag" with a bunch of good stuff in it, and I have a free one-hour appointment with someone tomorrow morning at 9:30 to help me get started on the right track.

As Karen said, something I'd already told myself about 50 times before I left to go to the gym, is that GOING IN that first time is the hardest step. I went in. I did it.

I even got a GREAT deal on my intial membership: even though there's no contract and it's a month-by-month payment, there is still an initial registration fee, which varies depending upon the plan you choose to get. If you pay a higher registration fee, you get a lower monthly payment, and vice versa. I chose the middle (of three) plans, which ordinarily has a $249 registration fee with a $39.99 per month membership. As they had a promotion going I got the $249 fee WAIVED! I did have to pay for the first and last months membership, which means that I received two months of gym membership today for $85.

What's really great is they have a LAP POOL with 4 lanes in it and no children are allowed to be in the pool so I don't have to worry about interrupted swim time, and though I didn't tell Karen this, that's what all but sold me on the whole deal. Plus, even though it was quite busy given that it's their last day of the promotion and was during their "peak hours" they had PLENTY of machines available for use. Additionally, they have unlimited free classes that you can just walk in and participate in without signing up -- ever! That, considering my random work hours, is just what I need to feel like I can hop in at any time. I even got 12 2-week guest passes for people -- I just wrote down 12 names even though, at most, I'll probably only get one or two people to go with me. Oh well! 

Here's the bad news: I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to pay for it. It's about $40 a month, which I can swing with my paychecks or... by donating plasma (LOL!). If I absolutely cannot pay then I guess I won't be going, but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. The thing is... I asked my mom earlier this week for gas money (she's back home in NW Ohio) and she put $100 in my account. I only spent about $50 of it (all of which hasn't gone through yet, because it takes a while for debit card transactions at gas stations to show up) so I had enough to pay the $85 at LA Fitness tonight, the problem though is that if the debit card transaction AND the gas payment go through tomorrow I'll be overdrawn by $40. To which the bank will charge me an additional $35. I have to ask my mom for $40 more, on top of the $100, until Friday (my first paycheck, hence why I've had no money to pay for gas, etc.) because if I hadn't purchased it today I would've had to pay a registration fee of $249...

I've been hounding my mom to get me a gym membership for 6 months now (well, initially I said for both of us, but she didn't seem to want to so I asked if I could) and she wouldn't have any part of it. At least, she wasn't interested until she went and signed herself up for a gym at her work that only employees can use. Thanks, a lot.

This "bad news" is more frustrating/annoying than anything because I didn't want to tell anyone (ESPECIALLY my mom) about joining a gym, but now I have to or she won't give me the $40. She might not anyway because I bought something I couldn't afford which is "irresponsible" and I owe her so much anyway. I will pay her back the $40 on Friday though, I'll have the money then... ugh. I hate feeling so dependent. This is something I wanted to do FOR ME, to take charge of my life and get on the right track, without feeling obligated to keep anyone abreast of the situation, without feeling people watch me to see how "well" I'd do and/or how hugely I failed. My mom isn't exactly the most positive support system when it comes to my body image... but I don't want to talk about that right now.

Overall, this is a GOOD moment, this is an EMPOWERING moment, this is a BATTLE WON in what has been and will be a life-long war. I want to -- and I am going to -- CELEBRATE by myself, for myself, because of what I did myself.

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"You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do."

[Eleanor Roosevelt]

Monday, May 9, 2011

My big, fat, disgusting secret.

The reason I've been wanting a healthy relationship with food is because it is one of the most basic relationships. If I can't be healthy with food--with myself--how can I have healthy relationships with men? Doesn't seem very likely, does it? Of course, there may already be too much (irreparable?) damage done as a result of my unhealthy relationship with food. More to the point, I think my struggle(s) with food have been too well-documented by my body and such documentation is hard to erase. Ever heard the expression "Once it's on the Internet, you can never get it back"? I think the same is true for our bodies, in a sense; we can't undo the damage that's already there--it's permanent. This worries me a great deal because I think it's one of the biggest mental hurdles I've got to overcome.

Perhaps I'm "beating around the bush" too much... I guess what I'm saying all boils down to this... there are two scenarios I'm faced with:
  1. Lose weight. Begin living a healthy lifestyle with nutritional foods and plenty of activities. Have a ton of excess skin, skin flab, and stretch-mark scars.
  2. Stay fat. Live as I've been living, probably continue to gain weight, exercise if/when the mood strikes, continue to use food as my crutch. Have a giant stomach overhang, flabby arms, double-chin, stretchmarks (old and new), and zero flexibility to boot.
Catch the recurrence? The skin flab and stretchmarks? No matter what, I've got 'em. I'm stuck with a permanent reminder of my unhealthy weakness. I can almost, kind of, sort of, in a way, nearly deal with that, but what guy can?

My relationship with the opposite sex is screwy, at best, and I don't think "stretchmarks" will help it any. My relationship with guys can be broken up into two categories as well:
  1. The very select guys who enjoy talking with me, getting to know me, and "get me" -- to some extent. These guys have zero interest in a relationship with me that stems beyond (pseudo-) friendship and they definitely have NO sexual interest in me.
  2. The guys who --drunk, or possibly not-- would sleep with me. These guys want no part of a serious relationship with me, they do not want to get to know me (or have and don't like me over-much), and they really just want sex--with anyone--and they would be willing to "settle" for me: the closest available hole to drill.
Yeah. I'm obviously still a virgin because a) there aren't that many guys in groups 1 and 2. b) my standards are a tad high.

Everyone gives me flack for being an inexperienced 23-year-old virgin--especially because I'm such a horny one, LOL--but the truth is I would totally have sex with someone today if he were a good combination of 1 and 2. Someone who likes me, wants to get to know me, wants to have sex with me, and (crazily) thinks I'm attractive. ...but who is EVER going to find me attractive, particularly in the nude? It's here I refer back to "stretchmarks" and "flab." Mmm... oh, yeah, baby... so. damn. sexy.

Yep, I can already see my dream man holding his mouth shut and running to the bathroom. Score.

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Basically, to sum up, me in the nude is NOT a pretty picture -- regardless of my weight at time of said-nudity. The big "What if?" for me, because ultimately I DO want to lose the weight, is what if I lose all the weight to find out I'm still unattractive/unsexy and there's STILL no one who wants to be in a relationship with me? What if it's NOT the weight that has scared guys off -- what if it's just ME? Then what will I say? What will I use to "comfort" myself? I won't be able to say, "Well, I'm alone because I'm fat and people (GUYS) are just afraid to give me a chance, afraid to get to know the real me!" ...what then?

That would, I think, be the worst kind of revelation, the worst kind of rejection. How will I recover from that? 3000 to 1, I'd start eating myself sick to ease the loneliness, the hurt, the confusion. Eat my way back to the "me" I've grown so accustomed to sharing a disgusting body with for the past decade. I want so badly for it to not be like that...

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This post, this whole blog, was inspired by a PostSecret I found while stumbling around on the web one day. I sat at my computer and, upon seeing the "secret," felt like someone had shot my right between the eyes (or, to be more accurate, the middle of my heart). It is as much my horrible secret as it is the secret of the submitter, but I don't want it to be my secret anymore.


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"My hearts at a low, I'm so much to manage; I think you should know that I've been damaged."
[TLC; "Damaged"]