So life has been hectic-crazy for yet another week. I’m slowly coming to an equilibrium with my new schedule.
I’ve finally made some decisions about what direction I’m going to take my life. Instead of taking on a Master’s level or Post-bac program, I’m going to start taking classes one and two at a time to fulfill my prerequisites before moving on to graduate school. This is definitely the best thing for me since I do technically have two full time jobs at the moment. I shall be ready to apply in the fall of 2012, but I may want to wait until 2013 to apply because I am learning so much from the lab I’m in now. To be honest, this has been the plan all along, I don’t really know why I let myself get into some identity-life crisis.
In other news, check this out:
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Ignoring the dust on the scale, notice it says 193.0! Woooot. I’ve definitely been making progress. Much of this is from just being up and around in my new job. It’s definitely not a sit down at a computer or lab bench type of job. Even though I’ve had some slipups with the eating, I’ve been more or less on track with that.
When I saw that number on the scale, I had an interesting thought. It was: “I am just 3 pounds away from being in the 180s, and when I reach low 180s and 170s, I’ll feel attractive again.”
I had to think about that for some time, but it makes so much sense. I haven’t felt pretty, or attractive, or anything of the sort since July 2008 when my scale read 200 pounds for the first time. Many things I did and did not do senior year are so clear to me now. I took extra hours at work, did homework, threw myself into my projects because I didn’t want to be ‘out’ where people could see me. Granted, I did have a couple other problems, but this was a huge part of my disappearing act.
The thing is, this isn’t something I thought I believed. I know that beautiful women come in every size. Some of the most radiant, stunning people I’ve seen have been larger than I was. Also, I’m pretty sure objectively, I was quite lovely as well. Or at least, I could have been. Instead I went back to baggy clothes and non contact.
There is so much to grapple with here, I’m still wrestling with some of this. However, I’ve decided to stop waiting. I can be and feel attractive and self confident NOW. I make an effort. I wear makeup more often (than never
) I’m trying to do cool things with my hair, but that’s kind of limited right now because of the length. Baggy sweatshirts are only for when I’m cold.
Life is good and getting better.