The songs of my life…

As I’ve been perusing the blog here in the last couple of days, it’s occurred to me that one part of my life – a big part – has been left untouched. And it’s really weird that I haven’t really mentioned it. So I’m going to copy my friend Jason’s recent post about music… and create my own list.

If you have been around me at all, you know that I like a wide variety of music. Like… well… just about anything. From some rap and (*gasp* I can’t believe I’m admitting this) some – VERY LITTLE – country to the more mainstream pop and alternative. From classical music to (some) heavy metal.

I discovered at the beginning of NaNo this year that I have purchased nearly 1000 songs through iTunes. And right now I only listen to a handful of them. (But I’m trying to change this after realizing the reality of this. I need to get my money’s worth, darn it!)

This is the list of the songs that are most listened to… {in no particular order}

  • Cups, Anna Kendrick (from the movie “Pitch Perfect”)
  • I Lived, One Republic
  • Let Her Go, Passenger
  • Say Something, A Great Big World & Christina Aguilara
  • Come Along, Vicci Martinez & Cee Lo Green
  • Turn Down for What, DJ Snake & Lil Jon {Believe it or not, this has got to be my 4 year old nephew’s favorite song.}
  • Where the River Flows, Collective Soul
  • Push It, Salt N Pepa
  • Dear No One, Tori Kelly
  • Let Me Go, Avril Lavigne (feat. Chad Kroger)
  • It’s My Life, Bon Jovi
  • Let Your Heart Hold Fast, Fort Atlantic
  • Dust to Dust, The Civil Wars
  • Crazy Kids, Ke$ha
  • My Sundown, Jimmy Eat World
  • Human, Christina Perri
  • The Monster, Eminem (feat. Rihanna)
  • Story of My Life, One Direction {I know, I know…}
  • It Must Have Been Love, Kathleen Edwards (cover)
  • Let Me Be Myself, Three Doors Down
  • This is How We Roll (Remix), Florida Georgia Line (feat. Jason Derulo & Luke Bryan)
  • I See the Light, Mandy Moore & Zachary Levi (from the movie “Tangled”)
  • Just Give Me a Reason, P!nk (feat. Nate Ruess)
  • Come To Me, The Goo Goo Dolls
  • Brave, Sarah Bareilles

And for the whole album experience… {I can’t just choose one or two}

  • Taylor Swift – 1989
  • Katy Perry – PRISM

So that’s what I’m listening to… you? Comments on my favorite songs????

Look who’s back, back again…

…but I’m not going to pretend I’m slim shady. ;)

It’s been a solid six months since I’ve last posted… and I kind of feel weird about “restarting” this whole blogging thing right now. I’m not sure why, but I feel a strong draw back into it. So we’ll see how it goes.

What have I been up to?

I moved from Holland to Grand Rapids… only to find that during the first snow of the season, I got more snow than where my parents live on the lakeshore. As of this writing though, most/all of my snow here has melted thanks to 50 degree temperatures. So anyway, this should be an interesting winter if this continues.

apartment snow

I’m participating in NaNoWriMo again this month… so far I have about twenty thousand words, most of which are blog post-ish related. At least I might have some words to share with you soon. :)

I’m back at Weight Watchers… after gaining all the weight I had lost, plus more. I’ve been there darn close to 5 months now, and am still hovering right around the starting weight I walked in there with, but on the bright side… I haven’t gained any more.

I’ve started a new passion… genealogy. I don’t know where it’s going to lead me, but I am very curious to keep finding more about my family and digging to learn more of the stories of the people that came before me.

Hopefully soon, I’ll be able to get everything in order… and start attacking that pesky 101 in 1001 days list I started about 18 months ago. Good thing I have just about 18 months left to cross some of the things off.

So now that I’ve shared what I’m up to… what are you up to?

Owning my body image…

I know that this has been written about a million times before. I know it will be written about a million more times. But an article I read today on Buzzfeed prompted all the feelings to come out of the woodwork for this. I then read Brooke’s (aka my new hero) blog post (link doesn’t work right now due to -I presume- high blog traffic… but is found here when her blog comes back up) that prompted the Buzzfeed Article.

And it’s at this moment that I wish I had therapy coming up this Thursday, instead of having just passed by last week.

A summary of the article & blog post for you: The woman featured, Brooke, lost an enormous amount of weight – 170 pounds – and then was offered to be a featured “success story” for Shape Magazine. But apparently the magazine didn’t want to feature her how she really was. How her body actually looked in a bikini.

I’ll admit, seeing the picture of her made me remember what my own stomach looked like. It reminded me of the imperfections I was afraid of everyone around me finding out about. It triggered a response in me that made me want to eat.

And that’s not good.

(I tried to find a picture similar to what hers was like, because I knew I took “selfie’s like that at one point or another… but alas, I could not find anything on my computer today. Oh well.) :(

When I was losing the weight, I didn’t know what my body would look like in the end. I didn’t realize the emotions that would be tied to it. I didn’t see and experience anything except for the insecurities when I saw my own body.

I got compliments for the weight loss… after all losing 160 pounds over 3-4 years is no easy feat. However gaining it all back in the same time frame… not so difficult. I would lie to others and myself in this same time period saying that I would be getting back on track. But the tomorrow I promised myself never came.

This was not the one and only single factor as to why I gained the weight back – there were many, many things I didn’t deal with – and am learning about so much more now, but I know that the image of my body not being perfect, no matter how hard I worked out and ate right, was definitely part of it. I saw the people that I worked out next to, with their seemingly near perfect physique and I was always jealous. I wondered what was wrong with me.

But, in reality, there was nothing wrong with me. There was something wrong with the media – and how the media shows everyone… whether we’ve lost weight, gained weight, or just stayed the same.

The issue for me was more how I dealt with the media and the perception of what I thought I had to be. How I allowed myself to look at my body through the “perfect lenses” that I believed the world wanted from me after the 160 pound loss.

I had considered great amounts of plastic surgery to achieve that. But I never went through with it for fear that something would happen to me or that I wouldn’t ever heal. The though of going under the knife scared me more than gaining some of the weight back did.

So I did. I ended up gaining some of the weight back. And then a little more. And then a little more. And then a lot more.

What the actual truth of the matter is that I don’t have to be perfect. I can be me and be accepted for who I am. (I speak those words, but truthfully, they are still sinking in, still sitting at the surface where I fight with them on a daily basis. – But that’s another blog post for another day.)

I need to love me. I need to accept me. I need to see my value.

It’s coming. Slowly but surely… it’s coming.

My Greatest Fear…

You know that day that you go to therapy all good and happy… and then find yourself in tears halfway through? Yeah… well that happened for me this past week. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. I had it all planned out. What I was going to talk about. What I had to tell my therapist. That I thought I was really making progress with some things.

But then that moment came where I found myself tearing up. I don’t even know how the subject progressed the way it did, but there I was… trying to get a grip on the things I feel. The shame I feel about so many things. When I was driving home, I started talking to myself (at least it wasn’t directed at crazy drivers!) and realized that I have to yet overcome the greatest fear I have.

The fear of being alone. Forever.

I will be the first person to admit that I do not know how to do relationships. Any of them. Romantic, friendships, family, anything. I’m winging it… so if it seems like I’m doing a good job and fitting in, I’m probably questioning myself about whether or not you really like me for me.

On the romantic front, I still wonder to this day if I will ever be on the receiving end of love. I mean I don’t want to think that I can’t, but for -now- 36 years of my life, I haven’t had someone who has ever wanted to be dedicated to me. I don’t know why that seems so important to me, but it is. Maybe it’s because of how ingrained into society it is, and maybe it’s because it really is my heart’s one true desire. I want nothing more than to have someone be committed to me and I to them. To be able to kiss them whenever I want. To be able to share a life with them.

But I have to be realistic. I am 36. The first question that goes through a guy’s head is “what the hell is wrong with her?” There’s a million things I can name here for myself. Probably because I see all my flaws, and for the most part, am not afraid to hide them.

Never been in long term relationship. I hide the parts of me that I’m ashamed of… because I’m afraid others will think less of me. Lost 150+ pounds… and then gained it back. Will never have any part of her that is “perfect” on her body. Have really only ever kissed one guy. Has grand dreams… but little follow through on them. Am afraid that I would be the stereotypical clingy girlfriend, even though that really isn’t me. Over-stays her welcome and doesn’t realize it until it’s too late. Can’t keep friends for more than 4 years. (Or so it seems.)

I am working on my issues. But there’s only so far I can go with them. I see the day where I will love me for me (I hope and pray, soon)… but what happens in 30 years if and/or when I’m alone at Christmas. Because my brother’s have their own families… I don’t want to be an annoying aunt that comes to random or in particular their own family parties. I don’t want them inviting me out of pity.

I am just afraid to be alone. And I guess because Valentine’s Day (and all the love surrounding it) is looming… I just had to write this all out.

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