830p
Well, here I am, all settled into the guest bedroom of my friend. I got my overnight bag and my plan for tomorrow. I will get up at 7p, jog around the block for a half hour (cool new neighborhood), and then go back to the condo to eat breakfast. I totally forgot to pack my food, both for tonight and for breakfast (I found a can of tuna and a can of refried beans that gave my my final 400 calories…not perfect, but I’m proud of myself anyway.)
I’m off to a bar that’s up the street to hang out with another friend of mine, so I can vent and beat the wall, and feel a little bit better. It’s been a rough night, but also a very freeing night.
I HOPE that Hubby got the message. He seemed to. He was sad and well, maybe this break is just what we need to be nicer to one another. It’s hard enough being my own cheerleader, but when others try to tear you down too….it’s just not gonna work.
If I had any second thoughts about moving out for a few days, they were all dashed when Hubby came home tonight. I was exercising my brains out in the living room to my EA Active, and doing a really good job…I mean, I was proud of myself!
He comes in, and the only two things he says are “Your Mii (virtual character) is really thin.”
“Thanks for noticing that Hubby,” I said, “He’s not fat enough to represent me. Gotcha. Thanks for the note.”
And then later when I was doing these KILLER jumping squats, he says, “We have downstairs neighbors.” Mind you, it’s only 630p.
I said, “Another negative thing to say? Okay Hubby, whatever!” He says “What?”, so I repeat it much louder, with an extra emphasis on the WhatEVER part….it felt good.
Like water off a duck. Like water off a duck.
All right ya’ll….if anyone in your life is putting you down, or trying to make you feel less than…if you have more energy than you know what to do with, and want to be validated for it; then go find those people who will do that. I have some great friends, and I”m very fortunate.
I write about this, because when your primary support system isn’t there for you, it affects everything. I couldn’t write an honest blog and NOT talk about Hubby. I’m not trying to blame, just to document. You know that writing actually clears the mind a bit. And besides, I have nothing to hide, and I’m not ashamed.
Like I said, Hubby isn’t a bad person, he’s just stressed. I know that. And I love him very much. I also know what I need to be successful, and I’m putting myself first when it comes to my health.
I’ll write more tomorrow. =)
Goodnight,
Jayson.
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