Basket Case
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I signed up at a forum for loneliness forum. If somebody would have told me that years ago I would have laughed out loud.But here I am and I am grateful to be here.
I suppose I should introduce myself and I don't really know where to start. I am afraid it will turn into a novel, I fear I might not stop writing once I started. I live in the United States with my husband and our dogs. I am going to be 56 years old -or young- and I feel I have come to a crossroad and I need to change my way, my health, my whole existence. I need to start living again!
So much is going on, so much have I allowed to happen.
I feel cornered in a lonely life I never thought I would have. I have done and achieved so much on my own. Have traveled the world. Have all by myself moved from Germany to the U.S. when I was young, have lived on my own from age 16 on and never felt lonely once.
Now I do, and I need to change that. Perhaps here at a forum where others like me share their life, their laughter, and their tears. Maybe here I might be understood -at least I hope so.
My health is not the best, and changing this is up to me. How lucky am I to have a disease that I might be able to control with food -healthy food of course, not the pizza and ice cream I crave for by the truckload.
Food has become my best friend. I have always loved to eat, have always been a bit on the chubby side, but changed that in my late 30's. Then I lost 60 pounds, worked out almost every day, ate healthy and had a rather active life. It lasted for about 5 years, then I started cheating just a bit, and a bit more and...well, one day I just went back to be unhealthy and overweight.
I work at/from home since over 20 years, and while it can be great, it can also be very lonely.
Six years ago we moved 900 miles away, left our home and our friends behind because my husband got a job offer we just couldn't resist. Ever since we arrived here, my life has changed. Meeting people and making friends is easier when we are young. Where do you meet people when you are my age?
I have become a hermit crab, hardly leave the house anymore. All my friends are far away and the phone calls now happen rather seldom. From out of nowhere I start having anxiety attacks which I now us an excuse to stay at home.
So here I am, a morbidly obese woman who has to lose 100 pounds, who can hardly walk, because she is too big, who has become too lazy. My bones and joints ache when I eat unhealthy, which means I ache every day. Enough with the pity parties! I can control my life, so many cannot, so why don't I? What am I waiting for?
Yesterday in the evening I decided to change my life. I went through our kitchen cabinets and threw out all the food I am not supposed to eat. I gave to our neighbor. I started juicing today, just like the Australian Joe Cross did years ago when he tried to cure himself of his autoimmune disorder. If he could do it, I should at least give it a chance.
I will give this a serious try. I left a message at my Rheumatologist office and asked for an appointment this week. I want to find my way out of this misery. I don't have a reason to eat myself happy, yet I do?
Not knowing anybody here and not having somebody to talk to hurts and yes, I feel very lonely at times.
I want to meet people. Goodness, I have been such a people person. What happened?
My husband is a sweet and wonderful man, but not really a talker. I always did the talking -go figure. I miss conversations, discussions and healthy arguments. I want to talk about everything and nothing. I want to laugh and frown, complain about politics and politicians, exchange recipes and silliness. I want to talk about movies and book, music and poetry.
I don't know much about loneliness, the only thing I know I am not good at it.
I need to reach out, go out and meet people and I will do whatever I can to make this happen. I am not young to feel that old.
A goal without a deadline is just a dream, so I set a goal. Four months, until Labor Day in September. By then I want to lose 40 pounds. I want to be able to walk 1/2 mile without fainting and without holding on to something, and I want to have found one friend I can email/text/talk to whenever I feel like it.
I am a basket case right now, a fat lady on a mission and I hope I am welcome here.
Thank you for reading.
(There you go. I reached out and while it seems to be easily hidden behind a keyboard, I have to admit it was hard to open up this way.)
I suppose I should introduce myself and I don't really know where to start. I am afraid it will turn into a novel, I fear I might not stop writing once I started. I live in the United States with my husband and our dogs. I am going to be 56 years old -or young- and I feel I have come to a crossroad and I need to change my way, my health, my whole existence. I need to start living again!
So much is going on, so much have I allowed to happen.
I feel cornered in a lonely life I never thought I would have. I have done and achieved so much on my own. Have traveled the world. Have all by myself moved from Germany to the U.S. when I was young, have lived on my own from age 16 on and never felt lonely once.
Now I do, and I need to change that. Perhaps here at a forum where others like me share their life, their laughter, and their tears. Maybe here I might be understood -at least I hope so.
My health is not the best, and changing this is up to me. How lucky am I to have a disease that I might be able to control with food -healthy food of course, not the pizza and ice cream I crave for by the truckload.
Food has become my best friend. I have always loved to eat, have always been a bit on the chubby side, but changed that in my late 30's. Then I lost 60 pounds, worked out almost every day, ate healthy and had a rather active life. It lasted for about 5 years, then I started cheating just a bit, and a bit more and...well, one day I just went back to be unhealthy and overweight.
I work at/from home since over 20 years, and while it can be great, it can also be very lonely.
Six years ago we moved 900 miles away, left our home and our friends behind because my husband got a job offer we just couldn't resist. Ever since we arrived here, my life has changed. Meeting people and making friends is easier when we are young. Where do you meet people when you are my age?
I have become a hermit crab, hardly leave the house anymore. All my friends are far away and the phone calls now happen rather seldom. From out of nowhere I start having anxiety attacks which I now us an excuse to stay at home.
So here I am, a morbidly obese woman who has to lose 100 pounds, who can hardly walk, because she is too big, who has become too lazy. My bones and joints ache when I eat unhealthy, which means I ache every day. Enough with the pity parties! I can control my life, so many cannot, so why don't I? What am I waiting for?
Yesterday in the evening I decided to change my life. I went through our kitchen cabinets and threw out all the food I am not supposed to eat. I gave to our neighbor. I started juicing today, just like the Australian Joe Cross did years ago when he tried to cure himself of his autoimmune disorder. If he could do it, I should at least give it a chance.
I will give this a serious try. I left a message at my Rheumatologist office and asked for an appointment this week. I want to find my way out of this misery. I don't have a reason to eat myself happy, yet I do?
Not knowing anybody here and not having somebody to talk to hurts and yes, I feel very lonely at times.
I want to meet people. Goodness, I have been such a people person. What happened?
My husband is a sweet and wonderful man, but not really a talker. I always did the talking -go figure. I miss conversations, discussions and healthy arguments. I want to talk about everything and nothing. I want to laugh and frown, complain about politics and politicians, exchange recipes and silliness. I want to talk about movies and book, music and poetry.
I don't know much about loneliness, the only thing I know I am not good at it.
I need to reach out, go out and meet people and I will do whatever I can to make this happen. I am not young to feel that old.
A goal without a deadline is just a dream, so I set a goal. Four months, until Labor Day in September. By then I want to lose 40 pounds. I want to be able to walk 1/2 mile without fainting and without holding on to something, and I want to have found one friend I can email/text/talk to whenever I feel like it.
I am a basket case right now, a fat lady on a mission and I hope I am welcome here.
Thank you for reading.
(There you go. I reached out and while it seems to be easily hidden behind a keyboard, I have to admit it was hard to open up this way.)