RULES OF MY BLOG AND MY STORY

15 May

Hello and Welcome.  I just migrated my blog from blogger.com because of two reasons:

Reason 1:  I was excited that I finally had some followers on my old blog on blogger.com until I looked at the source of the followers.  The source was a porn site of adorable and NAKED  Emma Watson from the Harry Potter movies – Disturbing fact #1.

Reason 2:  I asked my cousin to read the blog and she couldn’t get into it to read. 

 I thought the point of a blog was for people to read it.  When my cousin couldn’t figure out how to view it I realized this might be a problem, so I tried myself.  Couldn’t figure it out either.  I have now switched to wordpress.  I am  testing out THIS site to see if it is better.

 My old blog was on Blogger.com and it was my first attempt to publish “Tired of Feeling Bad,” an ongoing journal of my struggles to “Not Feel So DAMN BAD”.  I don’t feel bad ALL the time, only SOMETIMES.  (If anyone figures out how to get into that blog, please let me know.)

I don’t want you to think I am ALWAYS FEELING BAD.  I’m really not.  Life is actually pretty good, in actuality.  I mean, it could be a lot worse, I know that and I am grateful for my blessings.  It’s just that I don’t feel that I have anything to look forward to ……..

My story is that for 16 something years of marriage I ate myself into a weight gain of 40 pounds.  I couldn’t lose it for anything until I joined Weight Watchers.  I mean, I had lost 20 pounds several times, but it always came back.  This time, about 2 years ago, I joined weight watchers and I have not missed a weekly weigh in in all that time.  Have I been the fastest or biggest loser?  No way, Jose, BUT, I have been consistent and I am down enough to feel good about myself again.

What I learned through the process was more valuable than the number of pounds.  The reason I was eating was because I was miserable in my life.  Not all the time, but alot of the time.  There were issues that I was eating about:

– no sex with the husband

– no relationship with the husband – we were basically room-mates

– no physical anything with the husband

– no money and no savings and a husband who spends regardless of what we have which translates to no security or future in terms of vacations, enjoyment or retirement

Those were the big 4.  When I stopped eating and felt the actual emotions (a first), I realized I was pretty sad.  REALLY SAD!!!  AND, I was blaming myself for the marriage not working.  Feeling like I should be happy with what I have, blah, blah, blah……………

This blog is my journey.  It’s mine.  AND there ARE RULES.

RULE 1:  Read at your own risk.  If I know you, I may say bad things about you.  I am not going to filter what I say because then it is not honest.  So, if you want to read and you get hurt, I apologize in advance.

RULE 2:  No judging.  I judge myself and that’s enough – at least for now.  I criticize myself constantly and when someone else does it, it sends me over the edge.  You will meet Pathetic Patty soon.

That’s it.  If you don’t like what I write or how I write it, see Rule 2 PLEASE.  AND, if you must criticize or offer advice, ask permission first.  OK, that’s RULE 3. 

RULE 3:  ASK PERMISSION BEFORE OFFERING ADVICE.

While there is more to say, I really must get to work. 

So, thanks for listening and there will be much juicier stuff to come.

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