Hollow Him Out, Take Everything.
Yesterday, in a move hardly characteristic of myself, I went to the YMCA to, ugh, exercise. Water aerobics.
First off, I’m not happy in a bathing suit. Yes, I hate sports, know nothing about cars, and I have body issues. So why the hell don’t I get multiple orgasms like the rest of you women? Huh? Not fair.
I didn’t even make it through the whole class, maybe 45 minutes. A bunch of old women kicked my fucking ass. My legs were burning, my heart was racing. The only good part was that it’s hard to sweat when you’re in a pool.
Apparently, you need an AARP membership before you can make it a full hour in a pool with floatie noodles and foam dumbbells. But I did it for 45 minutes, and that counts.
Tomorrow, I have two things to do. First, Tai Chi in the morning. Then, after over a month and a half, I’m finally getting my head CT. Yeah, from passing out and hitting the kitchen floor. The forehead is most certainly cracked; I can feel it. Plus, the headaches are getting more frequent…not where I usually get them, either. They’re in the front of my head. That’s not good.
I don’t know what they’ll do for me when they find out my skull is cracked. But at least I’m getting it looked at, even if it took a while to get approval to get a local CT scan done. Rather than drive two hours, I mean.
Work begins in earnest on the 2HT redesign this week. It’s one of the very few things I’m able to garner any excitement for. Most everything else feels hollow, like I’m just going through the motions.
Nothing seems to matter. Nothing seems to make a difference. I’m tearing up at the drop of a hat. Just last night, I was sniffling while listening to The Cars’ “Just What I Needed.” WTF?!
The fires keep coming, and I’m expected to put them out, to deal with the crises laying all around me. And I barely have the fortitude to get out of bed, let alone take care of problems or go do Tai Chi.
I feel unworthy. Unloveable. That fucking Permeable Teflon skin of mine. Bad goes in, good slides off. It’s automatic.
And when I have conversations like this, it gives me pause. I’m in green, by the way.
I hate when people tell me I need to agree with nice things said about me.
It’s that last bit that is so problematic for me. But Angel, she’s a smart cookie. Maybe you don’t see what she did there, but she used LOGIC. Because logic trumps emotion with me.
It’s the last sentence that really hits.
Your friends kick ass, and they love you, so you must not suck.
That’s a statement of logic. Three of them, actually.
1. Your friends kick ass. TRUE.
2. They love you. TRUE. I’ll accept this, even if I fail to see why most of the time.
3. So you must not suck. ???
That part, I’m struggling with. The first two statements are true, therefore…the last part must also be true. I mean, that’s the logical conclusion, right?
But soaking it up, as Angel says, is not just easier said than done. It’s nigh impossible. So she brilliantly played the logic card, and I’m fighting hard to negate it. Which seems stupid, mostly because it is. Why on Earth would I choose to reject love? Reject nice things? I don’t know the answer to that, exactly.
If I’m loveable, if I don’t suck, if I’m not the horrid vile person the voices in my head tell me I am…then what the fuck AM I? I’ve been this person for 43 years. If I take away the bad shit, what if there’s nothing left holding me together?
I don’t know how to be anyone else. I don’t know how to feel loved, to feel worthy, to feel…good. And it’s a very real threat to me, this loss of all the bad shit. Who am I without it?
I must not suck.
Does not compute.
And is this my midlife crisis, by the way? I’m due for one, I suppose. I’m middle-aged. It doesn’t FEEL any different than my usual depression and angst, though. I’m still not longing to sleep with 23-year-old’s or to drive red sports cars, so that’s something. Unless it’s a red ‘66 Mustang with USB connectors.
Seriously, if I HAD a midlife crisis, would I even fucking know it? I mean, I’m in crisis now. I’m at the middle of my life.
Shit. I am having a midlife crisis.
Fuck, who needs a drink?
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So February’s Resolution…the work thing. I got fired from my main job, so I couldn’t do much there. No, I haven’t been looking, either, though I’m open to writing gigs. Ahem. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
I did get two stories written for my travel blog gig. Not one a week, as I resolved to do. So I’m going to cut myself some slack and say that it’s a minimal success. I did work, after all, for the first time in…a long time.
March 1. This year is blurring by me, I’ve gotta tell you. Course, I just really left the house last week for the first time in months. Being homebound will make all those days of the week rather fuzzy.
For those of you new here, the Year Of Resolutions (YOR) is something I came up with at the beginning of the year. A new Resolution every month, just for 30 days (or in this case, 28). The idea being, I can do anything for a month. It takes 21 days to start a habit, so hopefully, I’ll pick up a new healthy habit each month.
In a continuing effort to fix my fucked up mental state – to actually shoot for that mythical happiness – I’m picking another physical Resolution.
March: Physical
I resolve to exercise at least five days a week.
I knew this was coming and so I went to my local YMCA and joined up. I even qualified for a scholarship because I’m on disability. I went yesterday for the first time and did 30 minutes on a treadmill. Granted, I wasn’t going incredibly fast or on a hellacious incline. But you’ve gotta understand, sometimes getting up to take a piss is my only exercise for the day.
I don’t do that crap. Mostly because I hate sweating, but also because it’s NOT FUN. It’s boring as fuck, exercising. I feel like I could be doing other stuff, making use of my time in other non-productive ways.
So, yeah, I’m way out of shape. I may have lost a lot of weight lately, but that doesn’t mean I’m fit. I still have a gut (thanks, beer!).
I got a list of the classes they offer at the Y.
I’m thinking water aerobics, the Zumba thing, maybe some yoga and tai chi. We’ll see.
On days I don’t go to the Y, I’ll do stuff with the Wii Fit, or maybe take walks. But I will exercise at least five days a week. I’m not even putting pressure on myself to do it every single day…or even the same days each week.
I’m hoping some of these classes are fun and will make me WANT to go to the gym. Who knows? Maybe I’ll meet some rock hard cougar who wants to be my Sugar Momma. At the very least, I’ll see hot, sweaty women in tight clothing.
So there ya have it. I’m not feeling much like doing this YOR thing any more, I have to say. But I’m not abandoning it. I’ve got my diabetes under much better control. I’m working again. And in a month, you’ll be able to wash clothes on my amazing abs.
Or something.
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I’m often asked what apps are on my iPhone, and love turning people onto new ones. This time, I think I’ll do a quick rundown on 5 games I’m currently playing. These are some of my faves right now, though I have many others.
1. Plants vs. Zombies. Currently $2.99. 
Popcap, responsible for other great games such as Bookworm, Peggle, and Bejeweled 2, comes out with their version of the tower defense game. Better yet, it involves zombies, one of my favorite game themes.
You start slow, of course. You’re defending your house from the zombie apocalypse and it begins in your front yard, which is divided into a grid. In each patch of lawn you can plant a, well, plant. Different plants have different abilities…some offensive, some defensive. After each successful level, you earn a new plant (ability).
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