Dealing with Long Term Disappointment

And I do mean LONG TERM. As in: over two years. Close to three.

When we decided to take the plunge and do a bankruptcy a couple of years ago, we did it because we wanted a fresh start. Financially, it worked! We paid off the last of the long term debts, the student loans, and we are 100% debt free. That’s great, yes! But personally, we are still stuck as hell.

We are stuck here in this house that we no longer own. We can’t just stop paying the mortgage because technically the loan was discharged with the bankruptcy. BUT since we kept paying, it didn’t actually go through any sort of foreclosure. If we stop paying, Wells Fargo can toss us out immediately if they choose. We are in a grey area. The reason we kept paying them is because $750 for this place is cheaper than rent would be. And we thought it’d be just for a year or so. HAHA!! It’s tough to live here and not continue fixing the place up, but that’s the way it’s gotta be. I suppose when we eventually do stop paying is when WF will foreclose. Not sure about that. You can’t ask the bank because all they know is that we’re paying on time. That tells you how jacked the system is when you can have BOTH a loan discharge entry AND a paying on time entry on your credit report. ::sigh::

Speaking of credit, Nick’s is coming along nicely. Mine is still in the mud. Meh. It’s hard to raise those numbers without a job on record. I was supposed to start my kitchen training, but that has yet to materialise. I don’t know what to do about it. I am, after all, asking for a favour from R, so I don’t feel right pushing him to start training me. I’ve done all the work he’s asked me to do without pay with the understanding that I’ll get training in exchange for it. I’m frustrated that he’s not coming through for me. I’ve given him several chances to back out and I wish he would back out rather than leave me hanging.

Stalled. Like everything else in my life.

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Drizzly Moanday

I started off the weekend liking the drizzly rain – but now I’m over it. This is why I can’t live in the Northwest. I’d end up a puddle of goo on the sofa. A couple of days is all I can take of grey, damp drizzle. Ugh.

I’m in a period of complete and utter standstill. It happens after traumatic events, so it’s not unexpected, but I hardly need MORE demotivation in my life. I barely accomplish anything as it is.

As Moanday stretches before me, all I can think to do is go back to bed. Which is not particularly industrious. It’s not like I don’t have things to do. I just don’t want to do them. Including the evil exercise to keep the weight gain at bay. I had lost almost 20# but I’ve gained back a couple from the illness and subsequent lethargy. 20# ain’t gonna cut it. I’ve got 50 more just to make a dent. It’s daunting and I’m so tired of fucking dieting. It’s all I do. Day in and day out, I count calories and diet. I’ve done this for years. I can look at food and tell you its calories and fat/carb breakdown. But it doesn’t seem to make any difference. The only thing that will is working out for an hour every single motherfucking day and then I lose about 1# per week. It’s really not very motivating to lose ONE fucking pound. ONE. After exercising every goddam day. My calorie intake is around 1400-1600. I’m destined to be fat, I think. And when I think this, it seems silly to count calories and exercise every goddam day. What is the fucking point?

The fact of the matter is I’m old, I’ve always been fat and now that menopause and even LOWER metabolism is on the horizon, I just don’t think I can get ahead of it. I’m not cut out to be a gym rat. I DETEST exercise. It is a massive act of willpower to even do the treadmill, much less Jillian or Kathy on top of it. Especially when I know, deep in my heart, that it won’t do any good. I’ll be a fat old lady. I know this. Most of the women on both sides of my genetic code were fat old ladies, as I will be.

Ugh. Whine, whine, I know. It’s just a grey day and MADE for whining.

I’ll stop now and go put my fat ass on the treadmill. For what good it will do. Bleh.