January 2

100 kettle bell swings.

Vegetable quiche for dinner. Found the recipe on Pinterest. It had gruyere and goat cheese in it with sundried tomatoes, zucchini, onion and red pepper. Then you and fresh basil and thyme. I can’t believe I ate it.

I also can’t believe I’m still eating the shredded parmesan in my fridge. I had to buy more at the store and didn’t realize it soft when fresh lol. I thought it was hard. Oh well, it’s in a soup I’ll finish tomorrow. So far I’m not dead.

Fasting in the morning. Cholesterol check in the AM. Woohoo! Getting old. No, more like eating bad and not taking care of myself.

Meeting a guy for coffee tomorrow. Fingers crossed.

January 1

So, today. Didn’t eat as well as I hoped. Evidently everyone and their mother was at the movies today. The boys wanted to go see a movie. It was sold out and another was sold out so we went to Sonic instead. The boys haven’t had it since we left TN.

We went to church Sunday. Starting that this year. I loved the day. We got up, went to church, ate lunch at Wendy’s, picked up groceries, came home and I napped. Then I got up we went to the park where we picked a hidden trail and then saw a hot air balloon. Guess what?! They asked if we wanted to get in while it was tethered and only feet off the ground. I said hell yes! We’re got to go up for a few minutes. The boys were scared when he pulled for the fire to expel. They hit the floor of the basket lol. But it was awesome. We then went to buy Jake some shoes and I ended up getting a weight bench. Getting it home was an experience. I actually had to tape my trunk shut. I told the sales associate I didn’t want to look ghetto. He said, “We are in Kentucky.” I agreed and drove home. Getting it out was a workout. The boys and I carried it inside in pieces and I put it together.

Today, tried a Mediterranean chicken recipe that sucked ass. It had no flavor and was a waste of time, good food and money.

But I got a workout in on the weight bench and 90 kettle bell swings. My lunch and snacks are packed for tomorrow. Clothes laid out.

I did however, wake up with a hangover. I drank 6 beers, 2 bottles of champagne throughout the course of the day and night. I noticed this morning I messaged my high school boyfriend on Facebook. Face palm.

But talking a break from Facebook and from drinking for the whole month.

I hope to stick with this and look good in a bathing suit by summer.

2018

2019. I can pick my heartache. It doesn’t need to be from a man. I’ve got old dogs and kids for that.

I won’t get used again like Adam used me. I won’t get attached like I did to Adam. I won’t hurt like that again.

I’ll treat myself better. I want to work out. Tone up.

I want to go to church. I want to be kind, generous, happy.

I’ll just go out in 2018 saying “Fuck you, Adam. I wish I’d never met you and I’m going to prove myself to myself this year. I’m doing 2019 for me.”

Depressed Again

I spent all day yesterday in my pajamas. I slept late then napped. I left the kids downstairs.

I’m tired of this. I’m tired of not feeling like doing anything. I’m tired of hurting. I’m tired of second guessing my worth because I’m alone.

I need a hobby. I need a change. I’m worried about money 24/7 yet I’ll buy beer to make me forget.

I need something good to happen.

Dear Diary

Taking advantage of my employer’s EAP. Employee assistance program and getting 5 free therapy sessions.

Today, like many other days, I wanted to die.

I just woke up hating myself. Hating my job. Hating my financial situation. Hating my house. Hating my life. I screamed at Jake because he couldn’t find his coat. He cried. I felt guilty for doing this all day long. I couldn’t wait to get off work and apologize to him.

I can’t explain what all goes through my head. The hate and disappointment I have for myself. The hate for my brain for making me think things. Like Adam, why the fuck do I still think about him? Why every night do thoughts of him leaving me enter my mind? Why does my brain allow this to hurt me over and over and fucking over again?

Today it was suicide. I can’t tell you if I didn’t have my kids I’d be alive today. But I think I would because I’d have money and I’d be taking. But I probably wouldn’t. I’d probably be doing what I do now and questioning every God damn thing I do at work. Did I do it right? Did I forget this? When did I do that? Are they going to fire? When are they going to fire me? Why do they still employ me if I’m so awful. I forgot to put pics in a cease and desist letter today. My boss didn’t tell me he changed the wording. I’m losing sleep thinking of the repercussions of not including pics in a generic craze and desist letter. Should I mail it all out again tomorrow? Then they’ll question when the 15 days starts. Oh my God, I’m so pathetic. I can’t even mail a letter right.

I’m seeing a therapist tomorrow. I think it’s funny that even when you mention suicide they just schedule you for an appointment at a later date. Yeah, thanks. I can’t say I won’t be thinking of killing myself by then but I’ll try to hold it.

Truth is I could never, ever kill myself. Because of the boys. I won’t leave them. No matter my thoughts of myself. I try to ignore the fact that I’m going to live thinking and hurting myself bringing myself to yet another heart racing night of no sleep, anxiety attacks. No one’s going to want me. Especially if I have something that actually requires my story like doing exercises or completing workbooks. I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to relive my past and my feelings. I don’t want to purposely think of how I think. I’m trying to push those thoughts away.

I vomited twice after dinner. I’m making myself physically sick. I really am living in my own self-created hell.

I bent to you today because I know I’m not alone. Because I’m trying to clear my head. Because I’m trying to make myself tired.

My heart is still racing. I know I won’t get much sleep tonight and that stresses me out.

Again, no one is ever going to want to be with me. It’s why I’ve been divorced twice. I can’t make a relationship last. Why I didn’t handle my dad’s death well and acted impulsively. Why I didn’t handle Jeff’s death well. The drinking, the eating, the sex, the drugs. All of it. I hate myself for all of it.

I’m going to try to close my eyes now. I took some propranolol. I don’t even see it working for me these days.

Therapy tomorrow means a lover lunch break which means making up time which means more sitting at my desk doing absolutely nothing but fucking up one single thing asked of me. I’m making myself want to vomit again.

This is a very, very personal post. I’m hesitant in publishing it. But I kind of want to see if I’m not alone. I know the thoughts aren’t normal. But I can’t be the only person who thinks this way. I can’t be alone. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be alone in my life. I have so much love to give. I want it in return. I just don’t know if I’m deserving of it or worth the hell I could potentially put someone through with my anxiety and constant reassurance that they’ll never leave, they love me for who I am on my good days and those days are worth going through the bad with me.

Ugh, to publish or not to publish? I might leave it public for a while. We’ll see.