by Sojourner » July 30th, 2006, 12:16 am
Wow, a journal. This is a little daunting. I've never kept a journal before; certainly not one that I intend to share with anyone! But then again, as I've learned from my lurking in the forum for the past couple of weeks, you folks are not just "anyone." You are all such awesome and terrific people...go on, you know y'are! I would like to sincerely apologize to those I failed to mention in my "recap." C'mon, Hilary Swank forgot to mention her own husband when she was naming names! I know, I know, and now they're divorced. But seriously folks...please know that each and every one of you has taught me a great deal already. Even those struggling so mightily have shown me a lot--in fact, I've probably learned more from you than anyone! First and foremost, I know that I'm not alone: I have a terrific bunch of MFers to support and guide me--and yes, that abbreviation "cracked me open" the first time I read it. Yeah, the 2nd and 3rd times too! Okay, it cracks me open EVERY TIME!! Anyway, I have also learned that I'm prolly not gonna' be perfect. I simply need to hold on tight, but if I fall off, I can't just lie down and die (LOL--with a cookie in my mouth, as someone said). I've got to dust myself off, jump right back on, and ride like the dickens.
Special mention to the Silver Fox: though I still believe you to be wonderfully sweet and definitely wise, a better description of you would have been Avatar Police! She's already threatening me with the skinny stick y'all, and didn't I get here just a minute ago??!! First I have to find or take a pic, then I have to figure out what the process is, so it might be a little while...but I promise to work on it.
Okay, so here's me:
(BTW, if you hadn't already noticed, I'm a little verbose--and I love parentheses--and dashes--!!)
Hola! My name is Sandy. I'm a 44-year-old wife, stepmother/stepmother-in-law, daughter-in-law, and auntie (to 33 nieces and nephews, with #34 due in Dec!! I know! Holy SHHHHHmmmmmmokes!). I also have two children of my own, though they are of the canine species (shhh! Don't tell them--they don't know it. Oh well, they wouldn't believe you anyway!) But really, I am the only one of my siblings (five sisters, one brother) who has no offspring--my choice. I absolutely LOVE children...when they belong to someone else and I can give them back!!
My husband, Robert, is the Parts Manager (Extraordinaire!) at a local auto dealership, where he has worked for 36 years (started right out of HS). He has lived in the same home for 30 years, come Sept. Mr. Stability. In addition, for the past several years (four?), he has been a Reserve Officer with our local police department, graduating from the police academy--with top honors--one week prior to his 50th birthday. He has since been promoted to Reserve Sergeant and has earned several awards and commendations for his work "above and beyond the call of duty." His most recent was a Lifesaving Medal. How cool is that? VERY. Yup, he's my hero and a truly honorable man. We have only been married for five years, though we have been together for nearly 18. He seriously ROCKS my world, even after all this time <<swooning>>.
My stepson, Stephen 28, teaches calculus and physics at UCMerced--it was SO cool to tell him that I had earned an "A" in my statistics class, especially since I hadn't had to ask for his help all semester! (See Mike, some students DO learn what their teachers are teaching them!) Stephen and his lovely wife, Carolyn (R.N.), have been married for four years and recently purchased their first home. Grandbabies soon? We hope!
Our dogs are an 11-year-old Boxer named Chloe and an 8-year-old Chocolate Lab named Rusty (officially, Robert's Rusted Chocolate), both of whom we have had since they were baby baby puppies. They have utterly stolen my heart.
Three years ago, I quit my job of nearly 15 years at the regional center (social service agency that works with people with developmental disabilities) to return to school on a full-time basis. I am a junior at CSUStanislaus, where I am majoring in Psychology and have thus far earned a GPA of 3.86 (rounded off that's 3.9, right? Yeah, I'm braggin'--that's hard work!). Not only has Robert provided me with tremendous encouragement and support, he set the example and has been the source of great inspiration to me in his own decision to live his dreams.
Robert and I have incredible friends and awesome family members (except for...well, you know how it is). We are active members of our community, which we love, and we give back as much as we are able, both in funds and deeds. We are financially comfortable and, though we are not wealthy by any means, we are indeed very rich.
So how great is my life? It's ABSURD how great it is. I am quite happy and content with almost every aspect of it. Of course, nothing is entirely perfect...like...oh yeah, I'm FAT! Not that I expect everything to be ideal when I'm no longer fat, I'll just be able to enjoy my terrific life all the more.
On the less-sunny-side-of-the-street, I've experienced some family issues that are deeply involved, traumatic, and ongoing; but I've come to acept that sometimes things just are what they are. I can only control my response to people and situations; I cannot control the people or situations themselves. I say this rather blithely but, make no mistake: this was a lesson that came about through much pain and devastation.
Another blip in my otherwise wonderful existence is that I have three herniated discs in my lower back. Well, two herniations (L5 & L4) and a fissure (L3). Pretty much from the time I was born to the time of this injury, approximately nine years ago--wow, it's been nine years?--I was extrememly active and athletic. I played competitive sports year-round; mostly, volleyball (setter) and softball (shortstop). I absolutely loved to work out and feel that BURN babee. I was an endorphin junky in the most serious way. Here's the kicker: because I had been a jock all my life and so very active, my body required a lot of fuel and I oculd eat or drink anything I wanted to, and as much as I wanted to, and I never had to worry about my weight. Ever. So for 35 years, I had a gi-nourmous appetite with no restricitions, and I mean NO restrictions. C'mon, I'm Mexican, Italian, and Navajo Indian. Me peeps love to eat--and drink! The Mexican and Italian apparently block out the Navajo part of that equation, because I can drink a Marine under the table! Really though, this is because I have a very high tolerance for drugs and alcohol. Happy Hour is not cheap for me! This also was not helpful when trying to find pain relief with my back. I've been on everything from Vicodin to Percocet to OxyContin to Morphine! The stuff does nothing for the pain (anti-inflammatory meds don't work either), and pretty much just nauseates me and makes me puke, which kills my back--so what's the point?
Though my back injury was likely a culmination of a lifetime of use and abuse, the debilitation occurred all at one. Once instant I was fine, and in the next instant my life was forever changed. I couldn't walk at all initially (this eventually improved to a back-brace-aided slow shuffle, though now my ambulation is fine). I couldn't comfortable sit or lie down. I was in excruciating pain for months. Through physical and massage therapy, acupuncture, and an awareness of my limitations, my condition eventually improved...or I got used to it. Acutally, I think it was a little of both. If I stop to think about it right now, at this very moment, I would realize that I'm in a great deal of pain. The trick is not to think about it--duh! Currently, I can go for long stretches of time with no flare-ups, but I have to be pretty careful. Sometimes, it doesn't matter how careful I am, it just goes.
The upshot of all this is that I can no longer exercise or be anywhere near as active as I used to be, but my appetite has never diminshed. Of course, it wasn't long before the weight crept up, up, and UP. I didn't have the first clue about healthy eating habits or portions--for realz...I was practically raised on grease. Oh, I've made half-hearted (non-healthy) dieting attempts in the past several years and had some success, but that was only temporary. It was as though losing weight fave me license to revert to eating whatever it was that I wanted. The problem was that each time this happened I'd gain everything back and then some. This is yo-yo dieting, yes? So now, 70 pounds later, here I am on the MFing diet talking to you all.
The difference this time is that I have decided to really end this. I've made a conscious decision that I'm done with being a fatty-fatty-2x4. It's over. Already, I've lost 21 lbs. in a very short time and I am one STOKED MFer!! As I mentioned in the "Come on in" thread, I chose Sojourner as my forum name because now that I have decided to leave Fatville for good, I can look at my time there as just a temporary, but extended, stay. In other words, a sojourn...
Like Unca said, I'm on the train to Thinville babee! BTW, I love my fellow passengers--YOU!
And that's me.
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Sojourner on November 24th, 2006, 8:55 pm, edited 1 time in total.
~*~*~*Sojourner*~*~*~
Shake it gone, babeee!!!