My last fake weigh in. Next Friday we will all know how I have truly done over the last six weeks. Don't expect anything too epic lol.
I have had an odd day. It started off with having to return a phone call to my grandma. This was hard, and I had a lot of anxiety about it because this is the first time I've spoken to her since my mom told her about my brothers addiction, and rehab. It went well. I was open and honest, I told her how hard it has been on me, and how overwhelming everything has been the last week. My grandmother is the strongest woman I know and I think that just by listening she transferred a little of that strength to me. I felt better.
The I had my sons preschool pizza picnic to attend at the reservoir. I don't really know any of the other preschool moms, so I expected to sit there like a bump on a log until it was time to go. Wrong again. Another mom walked up to me and commented on how much weight I've lost since the beginning of my sons first year (2012). I was flattered. She said she never wanted to say anything but since it was the last time we would see each other she would go for it lol. What is it about it being the last chance that makes people so bold? Perhaps its because if it goes badly then at least you don't have to see that person again. I don't know, but I told her to look me up on FB and maybe we can get together during the summer, as our sons are very fond of each other.
I also had a long conversation with my sons teacher. She has invited me to her Zumba classes, and I honestly think I will take her up on it. We talked and talked and talked, and I ended up confiding to her about my brother, my sister and everything in between. This was a faith based preschool, so now I can expect a lot of prayers coming my way; I am grateful. It was nice to let it out, to tell people how overwhelmed I have been. I could almost feel the pressure release. I'm looking forward to meeting the ladies she spoke of in her zumba class. I guess they are a lively bunch, also very into their faith. She also has a prayer support page she is inviting me to in case I would like to share there. I can breathe again. I have been praying and praying, maybe this is a direction I have been meant to head. I was never an overly-religious individual, but I was raised with it, and I'm a believer.
The weight off of my shoulders is immense. I hope it lasts.
On an unrelated note, my husband and I put an ad on a FB garage sale page to try and get rid of some kittens... fail. I will never be able to get rid of these kittens if I immediately dismiss anyone who shows interest. In my defense these people seem young and insanely immature... yes I looked at their pages. Don't judge me lol. I want these guys to go to good forever homes. I'm afraid of them ending up with a 'flipper'. You know, the kind of person who tosses them off once they've lost their luster. I didn't work so damn hard to save these guys just for them to live a crappy life. I'm just going to start wearing a shirt that says, "I lost one hundred pounds, give a kitten a good home and I'll teach you how!" That ought to work.
Anywho, I have to do some cleaning, pick up my daughter and finish out my day. Sorry I am late to the party :-) I hope you are all having wonderful days!
