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OK...Need to vent...about this...FRIGGIN DAY :/ ya...that good~
E.D. is really in my face today...I have tried utilizing all my wonderful "coping mechanisms" I found during rehab....But I need to do something with this cause I'm sitting here thinkin' I should just not eat tonight..or tomorrow...or ever again really. And that's when I know its time to whip out the big guns...my readers who will pray for me~
K. So~ First off, I woke up this morning feeling like I got hit by a truck. Oh, wait...I did...yesterday. In the mall parking lot by a lady who I guess does not believe in looking both ways. Ya....ouch.
Despite a few weird lumps, bumps, cuts, bruises, blood and swelling...I think Im ok...
However, I took it easy...ish today and that immediately made me feel lazy...So ED was like heeeey you are just sitting around...reading and not moving around alot...so why do you NEED to eat snacks...pssshhh snacks are for athletes...not a sloth like youuuuuuu. Ugh.....

Then, my lovely brothers, brother's girlfriend and I all went to hang out at the mall today. Yes, the same mall I got hit by the truck on my bike at yesterday. Well, while walking to the mall, I slipped on the turf cause i was wearing stupid but oh so pretty flip flops that have zero traction capabilities apparently. Fell. RIGHT into a thorn bush...stopped myself with the same hang I slammed yesterday..so if it wasn't broken before...it sure as hell is now. :/ Annnnnd I'm still picking thorns out of my arm which now resembles raw hamburger meat....I could give Ben Herr a run for his money after his wicked chariot crash...

My parents had "counseling" today...which means they are just deciding when they will sign the papers that will be living proof that our family is now officially broken. It's all said and done but the signatures...My hopes of a somewhat normal family of five will forever be a fairytale I only read about it books that are...FAKE.

I went for a bike ride tonight on my brother's bike cause my tire is F-ed up thanks to yesterday's mishap. My brother's bike seat is....impressively painful. Im pretty sure I fried my ovaries from the countless years of starving myself, but if I didn't and there was any hopes I may still have been fertile....well that bike seat took care of it.... YOUCH

I don't know what hurt more though...the bike seat...or the fact that on my journey I caught my dad running. Yep, running. Now...he is entitled to do whatever the hell he wants to do. His life. However, we have had countless discussions about how he just walks and thinks walking is better than running cause its easier on the knees and how its ok that I dont run anymore...cause neither does he and he is healthy as a horse. Well I kinda wanted to beat a horse...right in the friggin schnoz when I saw him just a-joggin down the bike path towards me. No, dad. You are not a hypocrite. I am not saying that...but obviously...I am not stupid...or blind cause I saw you tonight...and that was not a walk...or a fast brisk trot. That would be what we call running....please don't be dishonest and tell me that all you do is walk. Cause that is a load of crap.
And that is what I feel like right now. A big LOAD OF CRAP. My body is crap. Im just flabbbbbbby crap.
Im friggin sick of eating 6 friggin times a day. I hate food. I hate that I can't do ANYTHING without feeling that I am on Big Brother, my every move being watched. I hate that I can't run. I hate my meal plan.
 I hate FRIGGGGGIN ED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yes...I pause and wonder..hmm so I wonder why I am having all these ED thoughts right now...
I H.A.L.T, an acronym I learned in treatment...
Am I hungry...um HECK NO I FRIGGIN EAT 6 TIMES A FRIGGIN DAY!!!! AHHHHHHH
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Am I angry...YES IM ANGRY!
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Am I lonely....
what! Me? Lonely...Miss oh its a homeless person..Be my friend?? Oh too much..yeppers I'm lonely...
And lastly am I tired...
beyond tired.

so I score four out of five..great...on top of this LOVELY day...:/
And I have to friggin work tomorrow....LORD HELP ME NOT TO PUNCH MY L.O.D IN THE FACE
Ok..I'm done...really I'm done venting...
This blog should come with a warning sign...especially for the part about my heiny being in pain..sorry....to all those who were scarred....
Im going to go watch some Snookie off of Jersey Shore..cause ima load a crap that watched crap like that to make my brain shut up. :/

Fam- freakin- family

Family...People that are related to you..which can either be a good...or a bad thing.
For almost a year now, our family of five was shaken up, thrown around, and puked up onto the side walk.
My two brothers and I now live with my dad, while my mother lives off on her own. The four of us trying to co-habitate together has been quite the challenge. Let me give ya a little run-down.
There is my dad- He is ALWAYS right. ALWAYS. He is the way the truth and the life..and no one goes anywhere or gets anything accept through him :/ Don't challenge him. He will go ape crap on you. PERFECTIONIST WORKAHOLIC...(and did I mention...HES ALWAYS FRIGGIN RIGHT??!!!!)  I get those "charming" character defects from him...Love him to death...but he puts Stalin to shame at times.

There is (what shall  we call him for confidential purposes.... umm...J-Wow). The second oldest and oldest son. J-WOW is
1. Lazy
2. Quiet
3. Apathetic
4. LAZZZZYYYYYY
J-WOW does not care about anything but 1. his girlfriend and 2. playing his video games 25 hours a day...(yes he loves it so much he somehow goes against time itself..and somewhere created another hour in the day...something I have been trying to do for YEARS)
He has sooo much potential...and NEVER applies it.

Then there is (we shall call him Nunya...) Nunya is the youngest. His life is nunya damn business. He does whatever he pleases...which includes using ALL my stuff...no matter what it is. It is his. He doesn't care if it has the words DO NOT USE written all over it...Its gonnnnneeeee. Swissssh
Nunya liveeeees for his friends. He has created himself into whatever person they will accept...another lovely trait we have in common :/ However, unfortunately, he has chosen quite an interesting crowd to join. And by interesting I don't mean they are nice little pleasant folk who sit around and stencil bible verses on their bedroom walls. No...they write skanky, slutty things on their skanky,slutty selves and live their lives worried about nothing more than who is dating who and who has the best breathe. Bite me.

And then there is me. I am COT:
1. Controlling
2. Over protective
3. Think Im the mom now that we lack one you have three seconds to go do your chores or I will...um...ah......one..two...threeeeeeeeee!!!!!
And oh ya..Im super irritating and probably really annoying to live with...Ya know I just kinda waft around..clean stuff..and then when you mess it up I get pissed and probably yell at you. I mostly just like to tell you what to do, when to do it...and NOW. Ugh...
So now that I have bored you to death with my rambling your are probably like ok what the heck is the crazy girl's point...I am sorry to tell you there is no point. I am just complaining and blkajskjfdgjksd- ing about how difficult it is to try and make this weird shambled family of four who are more different than The Beatles or characters off of Star Wars life peacefully under one friggin roof... Like you have me..Jabba the Hut...then Nunya..the wooki...J-WOW is C3P0 or whoever that gold robot it...and then my dad is Darth Vador/Luke Skywalker/Hans Solo depending on the day, time, and whether or not I messed something up or accidentally let old milk sour in his ONLY water bottle. Gasp. I suck.
So ya...Im so ready to get out. I feel sometimes that I just went backwards. I mean like..ya obviously I went backwards. Rehab is definitely NOT some flying leap of YA...Im independent now and have my own place...like all my other friends accomplished. No...I went from out on my own..to oh shizz rehab..to great. Penny-less and living at home with Chewbacca scraping his pee off the toiled seat all morning... Mmmmm I love cleaning the bathroom and dry heaving simultaneously first thing in the morning! I love my life..I love my life..I love my life...
Aaaaaaand now I am done ranting. I need to be thankful. I am. I am trying to be. Thank you God...that I am not STILL in rehab..or living on the street...or slipping roofies in some old guys drink so I can sketch some money of the dude. Thank you that I still have a job...I DO have a family that loves me..though it is friggin hard sometimes and they make me want to punch them in their arms..which wouldn't even hurt them cause they are all like grown now and could take me...but shhh don't tell them that.
Sigh...the truth of the matter is I need to just shut up and be grateful. Cause yes, our family is weird...and broken..and definitely not like The Waltens. But it is my family non-the-less.The only one I got. The one God gave me~

I wish.....

Last night I spent the evening sitting outside on my mom's porch chattin' away to the sounds of crickets.
She told me the story of when she was in shopping at a store and passed a little girl and her mom trying on clothes. The little girl, around the sweet age of five, pulled gently on her mothers shirt and whispered,
"Mommy, am I fat?"
The mom got down on her knees, eye level with her little daughter and said firmly,
"NO! You are perfect."
I could have bawled my friggin eyes out when I heard this story. Grab yer ark cause the Flood part 2 is hittin...
UGH It hit me that if I could have one wish...I would wish that all the stigma around image would be GONE. DONE WITH. Never heard of again. There would not be an emphasis on what your body looked like. The beauty industry would be composed of DOVE and Burt's Bees. Good enough for me!
Models and runways would be done away with. Magazines...we would dance around them in a large bonfire...No more commercials using tiny stick women to sell every day products...like friggin shampoo...really people..I just want my Suave..I don't want to see some play boy showing me how grand it is...I can try it out for myself, thanks.
Also...no more Victoria Secret models. Those commercials make me want to punch babies.
I wish I could take the advice that mommy gave to her sweet little girl, put it in a present and wrap it up with a pink frilly bow. I would give it to each and every woman and girl and just watch their faces as they opened it and allowed the truth to truly soak into their hearts. I wish I could convince their little inner girl..that they too, are perfect just as God made them.
And I wish that I could tell the media...TO BEAT IT. (I will keep it pg...:)

schooooooooooooooooooooool (where the flying fart did summer go?)

So NIC finally let me register for my pittle-ey three classes. Sessions start August 22. Um...I JUST got back June 24~ WHAT! I have barely had a summer. :( I have had one paycheck..for 6 hours...I'm screwed. WHERE did summer go!!! Half my life feels like it has transpired since I was in friggin rehab for what seems like a zillion years. (yes I'm old- I bathed with dinosaurs.)
I'm so nervous (and that is the understatement of the year...)Scared that my brain will just shut down on me when I'm trying to learn cause I'm ridiculous like that. What if I can't find my classes? HOW am I going to get to and from school since my dad needs our ONE vehicle for work? Gosh..I'm going to have to take the bus...AHHHHCK have you seen the people who ride the bus...I'm definitely gonna got crack pushed on me...great. Well this will be a perfect opportunity to perfect my angry face....grrrrrr. Scared yet? Shooooot
Most of all..I'm terrified of failing. :( It is so much easier to live in the emptiness and silence that has become normal...accepted. But now I have to take a leap of faith outside my comfort zone.
So I did school before. Maybe I can do it now... Orrrrr again..maybe I will just start a TV show with my many...many cats. Stay tuned.

ugh...men. Ugh...me

My longest relationship was a year and a half. Like the saying says...all good things must come to an end. Well it did. A very rough and painful end. We don't speak any more and it saddens me. What happened that turned things so sour? What could I have done to preserve the relationship? Um...how bout NOT be me...ugh
My brother and his girlfriend have been together for two and a half years. They will both be seniors graduating from high school this upcoming term. Last night my brother and his girlfriend went to a movie and invited me to come along with them. Um...free movie! Heck yes. I gratefully agreed! As we filed into the dark theater and took our seats, I realized another one of my friends was sitting to the left of us with her "significant other." I was now smack dab in the middle of the two couples. Ugh...
It then occurred to me...that I really suck when it comes to guys and relationships. I went hiking with a very nice guy last Tuesday. Mysterious, older, responsible, and drop dead dreamy, I found myself trying very hard to see why he would even want to waste the hour hiking with me- regardless that we are just friends. It still boggles me. I spent the hole evening hike trying hard not to:
1. Fall
2. Say something stupid...but keep the conversation going which circled mainly around work...my phobia of snakes...and his pets..(ugh I suck)
and 3. fall of a cliff.
I accomplished two of the three goals. However, I was so shy (which is soooo unlike me accept when it comes to guys!) and stuck in my head that by the time we reached the end of our hike at the bottom of the parking lot...I pretty much fled the scene.
"Welll this is where I'm parked so by!!!"
Wow Winter..Way to be..way. to. be.
Ugh whatever. It is said and done. I am still left with the awful taste in my mouth that I am perpetually broken when it comes to interacting with guys...in a normal socially acceptable way. Its like I see a dude and I just clam up. Is there any hope for this guy handicapped woman? I seriously doubt it. It will just be me and my 53030q39040983943048 cats. (yes there is a q in there...:/ don't know what numeral that replaces..but its going to be a lot of fricken cats)

Success is a choice~

I walked by a car the other day that had the quote, "Success is a choice" on it the other day.
I totally agree with this statement. The unfortunate thing, however, is I am a master self sabotage- er.
The choice can be plain as day in front of me and I still choose to ignore it and look the other way.
Winter, you need to stop running temporarily you are injured.
Winter, you really should take better care of yourself...you are looking a little frail.
And the inevitable..Winter you need to stop this or you will die.
The fact of the matter was, I couldn't. I was consumed. My only "choice" was death. I couldn't stop what I was doing on my own.
Today, I have choices. I have the choice to succeed in this "recovery" thing or choose to ignore my team's recommendations for me.
On Friday, I will have been out of treatment and back home a month. And I need to integrity check. WOW its been a long time since I have done one of these! So here we go~ I can tell that my "choices" are beginning to be tainted by ED again. My choices to skimp a little here and add some cardio in there. Now, granted, it has not affected me YET. But I know where these choices take me- I can play out the tape...all the way back to freakin rehab in Arizona. And God knows I NEVER want to end up there again. I just needed to come clean. And I will need to come clean on Friday with my dietitian. Because it is getting to that place where I am beginning to fear my choices- My meal plan- to fear surrendering again. So that's what I need to do. Because the secret of success...is surrender. To your higher power. To your team. And I just keep thinkin' I can keep doing it by myself. But I cant. I need all of you. No more secrets. I'm letting you know now. Progress..not perfection.

RAIN~

The rain began last night. Thunder and lightning graced the sky periodically. The rain continued into today in the form of a steady down fall.
I went for a walk in the rain. I LOVE walking in the rain. It clears the cobwebs from my mind. The droplets wash away all doubt, pain, suffering, and care in that moment.
Wash over me-make me new.
The rain makes me long to be a child again. I want to make a giant blanket fort, find flashlights, and pretend we are astronauts on a long anticipated venture. Indians hiding from fierce storms. A family living back in the Colonial times.
I want to lose myself in between the covers of a mystery book, lost in the wonder and angst of what happens to Bobby and Sue as they solve the mystery of the century.
I want to run outside. Climb trees. Seek out adventure. I want to fall and feel the pain and have you pick me up, kiss the boo boo, and reassure me that I am OK- It is just a scrape.
I want to finger paint, color outside the lines, sculpt masterpieces that would shame Michelangelo with Play Dough.
I want to play dolls and script their life, making every aspect perfect, knowing all along the plan for their life.
I want to pretend the world is not rotating today- that all time is frozen and it is just you and me.
I want you to look at me the way you once did. I want to hold your hand and hear about your day. I want to tell you my dreams, all the while feeling my insides burning with anticipation and hope. I want to be able to trust. To feel. To know that I am safe in your arms and that no matter what happens, I have you.
I want to be ignorant of all the world says- all that it requires of me. It is on days like today that my inner child creeps out and begs to play. My little Winnie whispers to me, patiently, beautifully- twirling around in her black, sequined leotard. She is fearless. She is un-knowing. She is willing. She is PERFECT.
Why? Why cannot I see that little girl in the mirror staring back at me with her big brown eyes and waist-length curly hair? Why can't I hear her simple requests for fun- for life- for food- and for love and meet them? Why do I neglect this small child yearning for love and attention? If I could go back in time and tell her anything, I would simply tell her this:
"Take your time little one. One day at a time. You are a daughter of God. You are loved. You are beautiful."
Please open your eyes. See the rain. Feel its promise. Drink it in.