‘I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut’

May 29th, 2016, 10:20 PM by Goddess

I’m kicking it Old Testament tonight. Spending my second and final night in Cape Coral. Loving it and celebrating my decision to discover this cute little town. 

Also, wishing I weren’t totally swamped with work and could enjoy Memorial Day here instead of driving home to work and lose sleep.

The landlord’s newest Robert Palmer fake backup babe has called and texted every day. I’m ignoring her. They want me on a lease. I think they also want to raise the rent. I think they need to go fuck themselves. 

I don’t want them to know I am away. But I will tell twuntzilla that I needed to get a hotel because Islamic Caitlyn Jenner destroyed my sleep all week. And lol no, I am 100% not in favor of committing to 12 more months of that shit. 

I have the power here. That lease was up two months ago and they have three months’ worth of my money. Funny how no one is in a hurry to fix things or return a call or even call the HOA when I ask. But damn they can stalk me when they need something. 

Enjoy the feeling, jagoffs. 

I’m trying not to panic. I didn’t sleep again last night because of this. Thanks fuckers. 

There is no inventory where I have to be. But there are thousands of vacancies here in Cape Coral. And the prices are very good here. I say we work out a deal. 

God has blown the doors open, after all. It would be stupid of me to panic because there are no apartments available on the Treasure Coast when there are nothing but nice places to live here. 

I think a year away from that horrible area will do my heart a world of good. I figured I’d end up in Orlando but, you know. Maybe the year after this one. 



So that happenedĀ 

May 28th, 2016, 8:11 AM by Goddess

Down 63 from start nine years ago. But this is good too. 

Party! With vegetables of course. 



Fat girl fright

May 28th, 2016, 1:12 AM by Goddess

Fell asleep at 10 p.m. after an exhausting day. Awakened at midnight courtesy of Islamic Caitlyn Jenner. It’s 2 a.m. now and I’m still wide-eyed. Because he’s moving furniture and slamming doors now. 

I find myself wishing I had something fun to snack on. But I can’t snack without destroying the whole bag or pint or box. So I gave up snacks that aren’t fruit or veggies. 

Understand, I’ve gone about 90% vegetarian and there is no sugar to be found in my world. 

Except wine. Which I drank to fall asleep and hahaha, thanks Islamic asshole upstairs. 

Am fat girl. Am fat girl who has recently (and for the 100th time) parted with some pounds. And I don’t want to see them again. 

Am also fat girl with zero sense of control. There’s a reason why there’s no food in this house. It would all be in mah belleh. 

Mom was very hurt that I refused to buy anything sweet for my birfday. She loves sweets. She also is in pain and can’t get around too well. So it’s been a big deal to me because she’s had to eat well all week. Not that it’s cured her to go without it.  

Of course, she didn’t eat much. She didn’t want it. Meanwhile I hoovered all the vegetarian stuff she cooked or that I brought home.  

She asked every day for a sweet treat. I refused. Every time. Proud of myself for not enabling either of us. 

She will get her favorite BBQ this weekend. And I will have to starve or succumb and undo all my hard work this week. I’m happy she will be happy. But I am not pleased I have to put myself in a situation with limited choices. 

But I have no choice but to keep at it. The alternative is far worse. 

My lifestyle changes mean I feel great — better than ever — other than stress and sleep deprivation. I concentrate better. I move more. I just like being alive because I feel more alive. 

But that’s the thing. I can’t control people. I can only control my eating. And no one is more shocked that the recent stress pile hadn’t turned into snacking. 

And I can only control my intake  when I’m not faced with a challenge I’m not equipped to win. I get enough of those all week that aren’t food-related. 

And it makes me crazy that one small dose of sugar has the potential to reverse all my progress. 

It’s not just one bite or serving. It’s the “fuck this is good. MOAR EVERYTHING” beast I’m so terrified of unleashing. 

Since that’s been my only experience. And that bitch is hangry. 

Will I ever be able to sate her with something other than food? And when will something sweet happen that can serve as a suitable surrogate?



Humbling

May 27th, 2016, 1:03 PM by Goddess

I’m so used to having just myself and my trusty sidekick, who can do any and everything between the two of us.

Then I got a project in which I have to rely on others.

It’s my own fault that it took me two days to finish my part of the project. I mean, it’s not like I was out partying or celebrating my birthday or anything. I’ve been burning my grey matter something fierce on other projects.

But then when we handed the project over, it stalled.

I remembered it today and started poking. Then someone else who is responsible for it poked me and I’m like yeah I’m poking.

I mean it’s not their fault they didn’t hop right on it. I forgot that not everyone is my trusty sidekick where that’s kind of understood to put out that fire before it becomes a fire.

So now everything is on fire. And it brings me back to why I just need to be able to do everything. I don’t have to inconvenience a soul when I can do it all.

Of course, it’s been one of those weeks (months) in which everything I touch turns to whatever the opposite of gold is. Even the projects where I am the alpha and the omega.

I like to think the “10 cherry tomatoes short of a salad” would collapse with this feeling I feel of just not being enough or doing enough or doing it RIGHT or doing it in the right time frame or saying things the right way or thinking 22 steps ahead because 10 steps ahead isn’t enough.

I mean, they sure lack the charm to help everyone to help them.

On the other hand, maybe being a total dumbass makes you oblivious to the feeling of utter and complete failure. Since it’s kind of a constant in their lives anyway.

I don’t know. But I do know I just bugged out on my birthday lunch to deal with these things. I can’t even get a goddamned lunch date right.



Emotional cheapskates

May 27th, 2016, 5:40 AM by Goddess

I continue to be amazed at who cares that it’s my birthday. They like me — they really like me! 

I also continue to be amazed that the two people I spent the most time with and spent the most money on can’t be arsed to send a text or use Zuckerberg’s platform. 

I mean, drop a dime and impress me here. Did I mean so little that no feelings or time or financial investment can be acknowledged, or returned in a small way?

Cheapskates. Emotionally or otherwise. Send a Starbucks card if you don’t want to break the emotional or financial bank or bother to get an address right 

Every year I end up cycling through people. This one is no different. 

Last year the team was going to take me to lunch at Brule. It fell through. If not for Lindsey and Sarah, I would have had no birthday at all. 

We went to a cute place that has since closed down. It was s great day. And it was all I did to celebrate turning 41. (And I never did get to Brule. Maybe next year.)

This birthday I took myself out for 20 minutes. You read that story. Didn’t do anything this year. Sarah and Lindsey still reached out but we don’t work in the same place anymore. 

But I have plans with a new friend today. An unexpected invitation. And I am happy for it.

Wonder who will make me sad next year, and wonder who will swoop in and take the pain away …