Hot Fat 4 Sale

Swan Song

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 12:33:00 +0000

This is it. My final post to this blog.

It's been nearly three years since I opened shop and started hawking the hot fat. And folks, I have to say, it's pretty much all gone.

I had my 3-year post-op bariatric appointment today. Labs held steady--low in all the places expected to be.Weight stable. Talked about my recent spate of hypoglycemic episodes. Reviewed the year of eating disorder treatment. Dismissed with blessings and praise. There you have it. All's well...and now, for posterity's sake, recorded for all time in cyberspace.

This blog has been a catalyst for change...sometimes good, sometimes bad. It's taught me a lot about who I am, how people perceive me, how I affect that perception by what I choose to reveal.

I've learned that who I am is more than can ever be contained in the confines of a blog. I don't need any longer to look for myself--or even create myself--on these pages. Everything I am or will be is already inside of me. And I'm at a place--beautiful, serene and fully loving--where I don't need the approval, feedback or attention of anyone else to help me understand or love myself.

Do I regret WLS? No. Do I regret ED treatment? No. Do I wish things had worked out differently? Not really. Everything has been exactly as it needed to be for me to reach this point of self-acceptance. I guess that's been the goal of my writing since the beginning. And now, here I am. Time for something new.

The URL and all the archives will remain active. Feel free to come back and reminisce. Share the links with those whose journeys parallel mine/ours. Send newbies this way. Come back if you need a kick in the ass or a good laugh yourself.

I'm on to some new ventures and when those sites are up and running, I'll post links here. In the meantime, you can always email me at address in my profile.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for the emails and comments. Thanks for the prayers and positive thoughts. Thanks for helping me grow from Shrinking Violet into a Sassy Fatty and finally letting me be Just Jen.

Transformation

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:46:00 +0000

A current major life theme for me, confirmed and acknowledged during my recent Sedona retreat, is TRANSFORMATION.

Well, duh. What have the last three years been about? Okay, I'll give the universe that. But this recent state has felt bigger than that. It's an internal shift. One that lets me feel like I fill the expanse of the sky and, given the opportunity, would fly out of this universe on the tail of a clear night's star.

You chuckle. I know I can be melodramatic. But that's not the case. It's where I am...moving, shifting. Shedding the old. Just like the gorgeous rattle snake that came to the edge of my path on my way through Fay Canyon. It moved to the middle of the red, sandy trail. Looked me in the eye. And moved on. I felt honored. Never frightened. And this "dangerous" creature seemed like the most welcomed gift. His diamond skin of green and black shimmered as he swept over the ground. Have you ever heard a snake move? It was like the faintest breeze rustling through leaves. He gave me permission to go on. Change as I need to. Shed the old.

I was blessed to also cross paths with amazing healers...wise men and women who shared with me insights that I know were lodged deep in my brain and heart. But their subtle, safe, nurturing prodding brought them forth. And their stories: struggles of their own with addictions, eating, doubt. They inspired me. Offered new perspectives. Refreshened hope.

Every day was like receiving a simple tool to stash in my bag, to use as I want or must. By the end of the week, my bag bulged with possibilities. But, amazingly, it seemed to grow lighter with each new tool. Or maybe that was the burden I'd placed my own shoulders.

Either way.

Here I stand. Rooted firmly on Wisconsin soil. Last night's sun set over the golden mountain arches of McDonalds, sung to sleep by zooming cars and thumping bass from stereos. Still, the same sun that shone on me a thousand miles away. The same sun that set on you wherever you are. Do you see the joy in that? Maybe that means a little of my inner peace can reach all of you, wherever you are physically, emotionally. To my Iowa reader who wrote yesterday, I especially send warm rays. And to my NYC love, the same to you and to those around you who need it.

Laugh if you must. I choose to chuckle with joy.

Sedona

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:26:00 +0000

I've returned from a week in Sedona. I won't be writing much about it, other than to say it was an amazing and transformative week.

The time with myself and the various practitioners and healers I encountered has led me through intense soul searching. The clarity is refreshing. The results? Already unfolding. In the words of Jake, guru of the wanderer, "Life IS Good."

Ahhhhhhhh.

This food thing

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 11:43:00 +0000

Good days. Bad days.

My scale is now living comfortably in the Wauwatosa office of my therapist. I've vowed not to buy another or to even visit the "scale department" of ANY store. (I have no shame: I will stand on a scale ina store if I need a fix.)

I've been mailing my meal plan to my nutritionist. Some days I follow it. Some days I don't. This weekend was difficult since my 10-year-old niece was with me and I pretty much ate junk food all weekend. By Sunday, the guilt got to me and I began purging. Yesterday I had great intentions...though the emotional shift from the weekend didn't sit so well with my soul and I ended up eating more than necessary (and purging.)

When I get back from my retreat on the 8th, I'm calling to make an appointment to see my gastric bypass surgeon for my third year check-up. Despite the last 18 months of increasing eating disorder thought and behaviors, my weight is probably what it was a year ago. By his standards, that's success.

I figure the best I can do is just try. I wake up every morning grateful for a new day and another opportunity to try again. Today...I have a feeling it's going to be a good one. In fact, here's my meal plan:

Breakfast: yogurt, banana, whole wheat English muffin
Morning snack: apple, cheese
Lunch: tilapia, rice and carrots
Afternoon snack: Vivanno from Sbux (protein, fruit and dairy)
Dinner: hot pocket & cherries
Dinner 2: lunch leftovers or veggie burger and carrots

I give myself permission to switch my snacks, depending on the schedule. But I've found that the new Starbucks Vivanno Orange Mango Banana Smoothie is a very smart choice: filling and full of protein and all the other things I need to eat. I'm having a heavier lunch since tonight I have Connect2Reflect meditation from 6-8. (If you're in the Milwaukee area, stop by!)

Wish me luck!

Standing on the edge, trying not to jump

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 15:01:00 +0000

I am fighting. I am doing most everything I can to get through this particular spot. I feel trapped, defeated, like a failure. I feel fat and ugly.

I've gained weight.

Not just a pound or two. Let's say 13 pounds.

I feel like everyone in the world can see what I've been feeling: tight clothes, squishy gut, flabby skin.

I feel even worse because that 13 pounds is from my baseline weight...not the low weight I was in very early June. Put it together and it's more than 20 pounds difference.

I see how it happened: my body starved; my appetite returned; my body held on to whatever it could get; I ate whatever I wanted because for those few weeks I could eat nothing.

I am miserable. I am fighting the urge to restrict and binge at the same time: what does it matter, my brain asks.

I wanted to blow off my appointment with my nutritionist on Thursday, but didn't. I guess I knew I needed a reality check. Now I email her my meal plan for each day. And then I try my hardest to actually follow it. I try. I try. It's all I can do.

But the fact is, I still feel like a failure. I know I'm not. I never regained that 10-20% most RNY patients do. And I have every intention not to.

So there it is. I am standing on the edge, trying not to jump and trying to fight the torrential winds at my back. Shaky ground.

How I celebrated...

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 02:40:00 +0000

...meditation in a neighborhood park as the sun rose
...coffee
...road trip to Madison
...sage & citrus bath bombs
...caramel corn and a hotdog
...leisurely hours on the UW terrace overlooking the lake
...buttons: cupcake, Eiffel Tower, 4, 1
...yarn
...prayer
...loud music
...phone calls from friends and family
...gratitude

If today is your birthday...

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 09:18:00 +0000

A sampling. Any others to share?

By Sally Brompton (NY POST)

Do something different over the coming 12 months, something that reignites the passion you once had for life. Think back to those days when you honestly believed that all things were possible. What you wanted to do then is what you should be doing now.

By Holiday Mathis (LA TIMES)

You have imagined a certain path, but perhaps haven't considered a second or third alternate that might satisfy you even more. Open your mind to new versions of your future.

By THE WEATHER CHANNEL

Abundant sunshine.

By BELIEFNET

You may feel braver than usual because you are attracted now to the idea of being different. You aren't worried about what others might think or say; someone else's judgment won't hold you back as much as it would some other time in your life. This is your chance; go ahead and be the non-conformist that you secretly want to be, even if it's just for a day.

By Linda Black (CHICAGO TRIBUNE)

You'll have an excellent memory this year, and the ability to solve complicated puzzles. Is there some way you can turn these skills into money? There is. Give it some thought.

By THE NEW ZEALAND HERALD

Venus, the sociable planet, puts you in the thick of the action. The air buzzes with ideas and you want to be part of dynamic projects that hold promise of future fame or fortune. Balance idealism with realism.

Follow-up: she said/she said WLS experience

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 10:34:00 +0000

I'm glad I took the time to write to the nurse from this recent post.

I was able to share my experience with her, including the gamut of my emotions and my extreme reaction. She, in turn, explained further what she was trying to say and, I hope, walked away with a better understanding of how her words impacted me.

I feel good about the situation. Honesty can be such a sweet air freshener.

Number Game

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 02:00:00 +0000

I still have that scale in my house...the one I bought when I wasn't eating because of my meds.

The numbers have gone up. I know that the weight I lost to get to the adult low-point was really because of DEHYDRATION and STARVATION from when my meds were screwed up in May/June and I wasn't eating. I know that the weight I've gained is making up for that. And because of the binging that happened as a result of the starvation.

So what about the higher number? I can't say I like it. But I don't hate myself because of it. In fact, I'm pretty much okay with where it is when I think about the big picture. I've not regained any weight from my gastric bypass. I think I probably weigh a few pounds less than I did a year ago. And given the cycles of binging/purging/restricting I've put myself through, that's good. In fact, that's really, really good.

Do I want to weigh less? Hell, YES! Am I going to starve myself to drop the five pounds I think I NEED to lose? No. No, I'm not. Because this latest cycle has really proven to me that what goes down unnaturally will go up inevitably.

I feel the weight difference. But I don't think anyone notices it. In fact, a few people have said I look healthy. (Maybe it's the tan.) I just feel bloated and my shorts feel snug. But I don't really feel like a hippo. I don't really feel like I'm a fat pig. I think I feel...glad.

Glad that I understand better why I do fall into my ED cycles. Glad that I can stop them before they become extreme. Glad that I finally understand the ramifications of each restriction, binge or purge.

I haven't purged in three weeks. I haven't restricted since that drug interaction thingy. I've binged. But in a different way. I stopped. I acknowledged that what I was shoving in my mouth wasn't going to fill the empty space I was trying to ease. I understood that my eating wasn't nutritional, just emotional. And from that point, the decision to binge or not was truly my own.

So although I "binged" yesterday, I didn't eat through all the food I could have. I didn't vomit. I didn't restrict today. I chalked it up to emotional chaos and thanked the heavens for a calmer day today.

The numbers on the scale, I'm sure, aren't going to slide down anytime soon. I'm not 2-months post-op anymore. I think I have the same 5 pounds most middle-aged women have. More importantly though, I don't feel like the number HAS to change in order for me to be happy. I can take it or leave it. Today anyway. And that's a good distance from where I was a year ago.

Retreat! Retreat!

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 12:07:00 +0000

I've booked my retreat-slash-vacation. In three weeks, I'm heading to Sedona for a week at the Sedona Summit Resort. I've booked 5 intensive days of sessions with Sedona Soul Adventures, a group that personalizes an individual retreat for you based on your current needs.

My list of sessions includes: Power Spot Meditation, Iridology Reading, Shamanic Astrology, emotional Clearing, Sacred Ceremony at a Vortex, Breathwork, Bodywork/Energy work, Intuitive Gifts & Abilities, Soul Source Union and Intuitive Integration.

Yes, it does sound quite "new agey", but it also feels like exactly what I need. Exactly.

And while I'm out there, I just might look for a job. I could stand to live in beauty 24/7.

Say it ain't so: a recent WLS experience

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 10:44:00 +0000

I had to sit with this experience for a bit before I could write about it. Here's the deal...

Last week I attended a support group through my bariatric surgeon's office for people who are 1+ years out from gastric bypass/banding surgeries. I go infrequently, as I sometimes feel very disconnected from that community, especially since I've been meeting my eating disorder issues head on. But I needed the fellowship. I needed some support. I want to feel like I made a good decision to have the surgery (which I do) and that I'm doing everything possible to make it a success.

This particular meeting, the topic came up around nutrition. What to eat, what not to eat, etc. I have worked very, very hard the last 8 months or so to get rid of my food fears and to return to a balanced eating plan that incorporates all food groups in appropriate ratios to fuel my body. It's difficult for me to "buy into" the bariatric stance held by many people that protein should be the majority of your calories, especially since I have had to adjust this belief myself and move on to a different one. I get edgy and have to learn to accept that other people's nutritional needs may not be my own and that we all follow our own bariatric program.

The regular facilitator wasn't there for this conversation. Instead, one of the nurses ran the group. I have really liked this woman since I first met her at one of the pre-surgery seminars. She's down to earth and, having had RNY herself, understands much of what we patients go through. So when she said that we really don't need to eat carbs to survive, I was floored. She's a nurse! How can you not need carbs? Sure, screw the white bread and sugar doughnuts. But
fruits? vegetables?

The conversation continued with people wondering what kinds of proteins they can have if they don't want to eat meat for breakfast. C'mon! We were all 1+ year out from surgery. We had all been to the program's nutritionist for several sessions before and after surgery. So, I offered yogurt as an option. The response: that's so high in carbs!

Frustrated. Fragile. Unwilling to have to explain why I'm trying to eat the way I am. I actually got up and left the meeting. I couldn't deal with the conversation. I needed to protect my personal nutrition beliefs and meal plan as best I could or I'd never, ever get back to healthy eating. It felt that black and white. I felt that desperate to NOT be a part of the conversation.

On one hand, I'm so disappointed that I didn't get the support that I needed from the meeting. In fact, I felt more alienated and alone. I'm also disappointed to hear this information spoken as truth by a medical professional. Maybe I am wrong. Or rather, maybe I was right: carbs are evil. In which case, I'll never eat another potato, slice of bread or cracker again. But for now, I HAVE to eat those things in appropriate amounts and proportions at appropriate times.

I probably won't go back to a meeting. I need to move away from the rigidity of the immediate post-op nutrition plan. I need figure out a way to eat for the rest of my life. And, while the conversation about nutrition might not always be on the table during these meetings, the mindset is always present and, to me, pervasive.

Now 2 years and 11 months out from my surgery, I am at the point where the surgery is not the defining factor of my life. It's part of it. It is not who I am. I am Just Jen. If I let my status as a gastric bypass patient define me, I might as well hang accept that I am a fat ass. Or that I'm a food freak. Or that...[fill in the blank].

I feel very disconnected from the bariatric surgery community. I don't need to be connected to this community per se. But it saddens me that my experience won't fully be a part of it. In this particular circle, the story of the middle-aged woman who went from compulsive eating to surgical anorexia to bulimia will be lost. Not that my story is all the important or unique. But there just doesn't seem to be room for it in the rosy world of many post-ops. And I think there should be.

worth writing? dunno.

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 10:53:00 +0000

I feel obligated to post. I watch the numbers on my site counter click higher, yet nothing has changed much on this page.

I've been busy. Doing mind and soul things. Living. Moving. Sunning. Crocheting. Even reading.

Avoiding labels, I call myself just me these days and try hard to not focus on what's been assigned: eating disordered, depressed, unemployed. States not self. And letting my self succumb to those states is going to make for a miserable life. I'm sick of misery. I think misery is the fear and anticipation of the worst, not even really the recognition of what might be bad at the moment. If I live in the present moment, there's not possibility of misery.

Now. Understanding the present moment. That phrase is tossed about easily. It's catchy. Intriguing. Sounds like it must be good. But understanding it, I'm finding, is a whole different game. I think we each have our own presence defined by our own time. For me, when I'm present, I feel the earth under my body and my mind connected to both. Right here and now. That's my understanding. That's my experience.

However. I fight those trips down memory lane and excursions into 'what if.' It's easy for me to think: a year ago I was...last week I...it's been three years since. If I always return to the past, how can I be happy here? And, conversely, if I'm always thinking next week...next job...next time...I'm going to miss out on now.

I know. Blah, blah, blah. I've said it all before. But I'm learning that if I don't remind myself daily, I will forget. My life is my own version of the movie "50 First Dates." Nothing wrong with that. I'm just relieved that I finally figured it out. I don't have to be so surprised when I find myself back at the beginning, my mind blank. It's just where I start. At least I recognize this.

Progress

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:54:00 +0000

Sober for 2 weeks. Feels like 20 years.

Working on the meal plan. This week: pick a protein and build a meal around it. Plus, eat 6 times a day, protein 4 times, drink water, variety. And self-care. I am trying to prepare meals here and there.

I feel like carbs have regained control in my life. When my taste was wonky from the dopamax, I could only tolerate starchy things like crackers and pretzels and bread. And, thanks to the reprogramming from ED treatment, I now have no problem eating them. Except I feel like I can't stop.

That scares me. That's pre-surgery behavior. I don't want to go back there. I don't want to weigh 300+ pounds again. I just want to rely on food for nourishment. Not as my babysitter, best friend or parent.

So I try to look at every bit as a new choice. If it goes in, it's got to stay in. No purging. And that makes me ask: do I want this substance in me? Sometimes, I don't care. Bring on the sugar carb god and let me worship at the altar of gluttony. And other times, it forces me to reach for a banana instead of a granola bar. Carrots instead of pretzels.

I still have the scale in my house. I'm not on it daily. Although, the weight I lost when I wasn't eating from the meds is now back. And that makes me judge myself. That's the ED talking. No one else tells me I look fatter. And honestly, I don't think I do look that much fatter. WHOA! Was that a breakthrough statement? Dang. I think I actually believe it.

Here's another little point of progress: tank tops. Yep, I have been seen in public without on overshirt. And I have some muscle definition that I think is more noticeable than the wrinkled skin, especially when I'm not flopping the appendages in the wind.Plus, the tank tops show off my great tan.

I'm holding on to these little things. Eventually, I know they'll all add up to me. A whole me. A healthy me. A happy me.

Only an Expert

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:38:00 +0000

I forgot how much I love Laurie Anderson. She speaks the truth, scary as it may be. I saw her live back in the very early '90s. She's still hot. A little older. But hot.

Thank you, Steven, for sending the link.

You put your right foot in...

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 10:04:00 +0000

My life. A little like the Hokey Pokey.

I'm back with my eating disorder nutritionist. Scary stuff...admitting backsliding, binging, purging and restricting. Failure. But she didn't yell. She didn't berate me. She didn't do anything but ask what I might be able to do to get going again. So the basics it is:
1. Eat breakfast within an hour of waking.
2. Eat every 3 hours.
3. Eat protein at least 4 times a day.
4. Stay hydrated.

Sounds easy enough. But when you've not been doing ANY of them, each is a hurdle. Some days I hit them all...some days I manage to make the mark on a couple (or one).

This week I've also added the goal of exploring how I can better my self care through my eating habits. I used to enjoy planning my meals and putting them together. I found great satisfaction in preparing a meal for myself, eating it and knowing that I did that simple act for just myself. Sometime in the last couple of months I lost that. Sunday I felt a twinge of it as I prepped veggies for munching. I had such a sense of completeness when I had finished washing, cutting and putting away the veggies that I could enjoy later, knowing that they would be ready for me when I wanted them. This week, I'm going to make a meal. Not a frozen meal. Not a restaurant meal. Something that I have to put a few things together to create a final taste. For myself. For my own satisfaction.

And now the left foot...

Working on my resume. Crocheting my meditation shawls. Taking my meds on a regular schedule. Chomping on my vitamins--all of them. Reading a book. [What? Reading a book? Yep! Hasn't happened in nearly 7 months. My concentration is back a bit.] Coming out of my self-imposed exile. Or trying to.

My social calendar looks like all I do is meet for coffee and lunch. Um...yes, that would be correct. But it gets me out. It gets me eating. It puts me in the real world, not just the cocoon of my home and my mind. I didn't realize how much I've isolated myself the last six weeks until nearly everyone I know has said to me "where have you been"..."what's going on"..."why don't you call"... Busted. I've seen people. But only a couple. Maybe because those people that I could be/should be talking to would know that something is/was up. And I wasn't ready to be exposed. I love those people. I miss those people. I will be in touch with them when I'm not so tender.

In the midst of my own drama, I watch and participate in the lives of others. Because I must. Because I cannot completely disengage my emotions. I have friends struggling with depression--and I can only offer words of "I know how you feel"...because I do. My grandfather has had a stroke in his eye that left him partially blind and led to the discovery of a more serious heart issue. My mother fears my grandmother is having small strokes. My dear friend burns the candle in "five spots" she says...and we all know what happens when we burn it from just two ends.

The world is bigger than me. My problems are not the only ones. I travel these crooked roads with others, each burdened in their own way. In the end, I take comfort in knowing that we are all each others angels.

Duh, Jennifer.

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 08:12:00 +0000

I need to go back and read my posts from the last three months or so. I was just looking through the early part of May and realized this:

I occasionally write things that I really ought to remember.

Things that make a lot of sense. Things that I've already learned (the hard way). Things that I could use RIGHT NOW.

If I'm not going to listen to anyone else, maybe I should try listening to myself. Not that I know it ALL...I just lose sight of how much I really have learned.

Then she asked...

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Fri, 13 Jun 2008 00:54:00 +0000

What are you willing to do?

And I responded...

[pregnant pause]

[deep breath]

[truth or dare]

Is it the beginning or the end?

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:46:00 +0000

I'm trying to decide if right now is just a leftover yesterday or if it's already tomorrow. There's something to be said for a new day...but if it's still the old one, is there a possibility to salvage the parts you don't like? Someone tell me, please.

I think I wrote about this before, but it's still in my head: I want to go on retreat. Time to myself. Away from the house, the familiar, the phone, the computer. Just me, myself and I...and whatever divine spiritual force happens to show up and enlighten me.

The only problem is that this endeavor requires hours of solitude. Yes. Just what I want. Exactly what frightens me the most. What happens if I get myself in the middle of me and I find out that I am not enough? I know that sounds so flipping egotistical. But come on. This IS about me. And the retreat would be about me. And I honestly don't know if I could handle myself 24/7.

My therapist, close friends, all say to do it. There are local retreats, far off spots, isolation opportunities and guided spiritual programs. I just know I'll end up thinking this to death, spinning the little beach ball in my iMac brain and never really doing it. I wish there was a travel coordinator to call and do this for me. I could turn over my list of needs and wants and then disappear. I should google that.

Other tidbits I need to say: I am purging and drinking; my baby cat went to stay with her other mama because she keeps peeing on my personal belongings; I need to have a rummage sale to make some quick cash; the water is finally disappearing in my backyard, but it's nothing compared to the flooding further out from the city.

Finally, don't swim in Lake Michigan this summer. Milwaukee's been dumping raw sewage into the lake for the past week. That's not a candy bar floating along the shore.

Around the block again

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 01:36:00 +0000

It's been a difficult day. I'm not really sure why. I can't pinpoint any specific triggers. No big dramas. Nothing tragic. Just feeling off.

It's been a few weeks since any binging/purging or outright eating disorder behavior. Maybe the signs were there. I've not wanted to eat because of the dopamax, which is supposed to control the B/P urges. And I've had this horrid taste in mouth. The only foods that taste good are starchy, bready, carby things.

So I've been eating them. And my body's been hungry. Today, that hunger became a binge. A shop to get what you want to gorge on binge, followed by intentional purging for the purpose of continued binging. Yep, classic ED. Crap.

I feel guilty. But not enough to stop eating. Not enough to stop purging. If I've already screwed up today, I might as well go all out...at least until the clock strikes midnight. Hey, I didn't crack into the vodka. And I didn't buy wine. Crap.

Please. I'm not trying to romanticize this. I'm just trying to understand it. Why now? What's going on? Maybe nothing. Maybe it's just a physical reaction to the pharmaceutical starvation. Maybe it's me freaking out about gaining weight. I bought that scale. Damn it. Maybe I just let my guard down, got too comfortable. Maybe.

Labels

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 12:11:00 +0000

All my life, I've wanted to be some thing or some one. I've wanted labels, categories. I've needed titles, tags, compartments. I've sought definitions for every single aspect of myself. And I think it all came down to this: if someone slapped a label on me--even if it was one I didn't like or agree with--it took the responsibility off my shoulders to really know and accept for myself who and what I am.

Labels have been easy fall backs. Sister. Daughter. Partner. Manager. Employee. Friend. Strip them all away and what's left? I need to know that. I want to know that. It's not like I'm walking away from those roles. I just don't want to be those things first and foremost. What would it be like if I stepped into those roles first as myself? Only as myself?

All this brings me to this realization: I don't want to work. I don't want to sit behind a desk and manage people. I don't want to be in charge of things that don't contribute to the greater good of the world. Recipes? Sure everyone needs to eat. But half the world can't get clean water and rice. They don't need another recipe for tater tot casserole.

I've been working on my professional website. Ok. So I started my professional website and it has sat untouched for over a month. Maybe that's a sign. I'm not ready. I don't want to start defining myself for or to anyone. Not even for or to myself. Can't I just be?

Through the eyes of others

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Thu, 29 May 2008 16:02:00 +0000

Back tracking a bit. A long post. But worth it.

On Monday, I jumped in the car and headed over to Madison to check out the Half Price Books stores and their weekend sales. I got there early and by noon was really ready to leave.

I didn't find much in any of the stores I visited. I was tired. My mind was wandering. I was shaky from not eating. I wasn't enjoying myself. So I decided to skip State Street and the East Side. I was going home to sleep. Then I got on a road I hadn't really wanted to take and blamed it on the GPS Gangsta-Thieves who left me high and dry.

I ended up downtown anyway, crossed State on Johnson and decided to pull into the parking garage. Whatever. I had time. I walked to State. Took a left. Some stores were open. Some not. Whatever. Walked past a few store fronts. Kooky bling catches my eye: make your own button $1. Sure. Whatever. I can do that.

I walk into this store. Anthology. And then I'm home.

Every inch of this beautiful little shop breathes what I feel, shows how I think, speaks to my creativity. Gorgeous artwork, doodads, ephemera, inclusions, inspiration, meticulous displays and lovingly detailed decor. It took my breath away because I immediately understood--and felt--the passion that went into the shop. And I haven't felt that in so very, very long. I hadn't seen that in myself in ages. The potential...not even possible.

I'd been carrying a iced quad espresso and felt the immediate need to set it down lest it drip condensation on any of the papers and ruin something. I would have been devastated had I done that! I spent quite some time looking at nearly every inch of the store. I even had a chance to strike up a conversation with one of the owners (two talented sisters whose art graces the walls and shelves).

I didn't really want to leave the shop. I wanted to plant my ass on the colorful chair and paint and play and cut and paste and hang out all day long. I wanted to rummage through the supply cupboards, peek behind the doorway curtain. I wanted to create. In a soulful way. In a personal, connected to my spirit, touching and living in the world kind of way.

But I did leave. And I stayed longer in Madison. Took my time. Enjoyed the day. Daydreamed. Planned art projects. Took voice memos. Thought about what I'd do in my studio at home. Thought about what I might do with my life. All because of that little shop, Anthology.

Flash forward. Yesterday morning. Going through my receipts from Monday, I found the slips from Anthology and decided to check out the store's new blog, where I read a post from Monday about how just one person made a difference. And then I realized that person was me.

THAT was ME.

Laura's words brought tears to my eyes. I knew for myself what the store visit meant. But I had no idea what my presence could have possible meant to her. None. If asked, I would have thought I probably came across as a weirdo cheapskate who loitered way too long.

Who hasn't heard that weary old adage about how just one person can make a blah, blah, blah? Sometimes people even tell us...but it's about things to be expected. Teachers, mentors, bosses, etc. How often, though, do we ever find out how we affect complete strangers? Do we? Can we?

I printed out Laura's post. I need the reminder of how my life impacts others. Not just how my life is impacted. Our purpose is common. And gifted with that revelation, I feel that I've been given a sense of self that some people may wait an entire life time to see.

My words simply don't do justice to the entire experience. But it was wonderful. Both the visit and the accidental blog find. I look forward to visiting Anthology again and chatting with Laura, maybe meeting her sister and her adorable niece. And if you're ever in Madison and stop in, tell them Jen from Milwaukee sent you. I dare you to look behind the curtain.

And on the fourth day she said...

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Wed, 28 May 2008 08:18:00 +0000

Even though I never anticipated this is where I'd be in my life at this point, doesn't mean I wasn't meant to get here.

I've now been off of work, save a couple weeks around Christmas, for seven months. More than half a year. Go read my archive from a year ago. I didn't see this coming. Not like this.

I don't doubt, however, that is the right path. Not the fun path. Not the rich path. Not the party like a rock star path. It would be sweet if it could be the fun, rich, rock star path. But I'd take right over wrong any day.

I never expected I'd have to work so hard at drawing my own damn map to find my way around.

Enough waxing philosophical.

I got a new scale. The old one is in the garbage. The new one has me at a new low that I know is not a good low. I started charting my food intact again yesterday. Part of me wants that number to go down, but more of me knows that I'm only losing muscle and brain tissue, not fat. The parts of me that I don't like, don't change when the weight does.

I realized yesterday that I've had some really great small successes these last few months. I'm more comfortable buying food I enjoy and not feeling guilty. Yesterday, I bought English muffins AND a loaf of bread. Ha! I also put a pack of regular sugar in my coffee drink. And I got dressed without looking in the mirror or even thinking about it.

Ok. I'm done.

Waking Up

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Sat, 24 May 2008 15:09:00 +0000

I got my great scale back from my friend...the scale that has four different "people" you can program for body fat and water composition and weight...and the damn thing doesn't work. I'm sure her kid used it for some creative adventure and this is the universe's way of paying me back for being so damn excited. Sure Jen, you can have your scale. You're a big girl now. You can have it all to yourself. Unsupervised. It just won't work. No matter how many times you change the batteries, reprogram it and tap the center.

I'm on day two of less drugs. Yes, I am playing doctor. Not completely unsupervised and not without the blessing of nearly everyone who has personal contact with me during the last week. I downed the fluoxetine dose. Cut out the clonazepam. Nixed the trazedone. I'm not going to touch the topamax since it's actually doing what the doctor said it would do for me and my body could use a break from the B/P right now. So for the first day in many, I actually feel awake and able to operate heavy machinery. Not that I could afford to.

I have no plans for this long weekend in my long break. Pulling stuff for a rummage sale in June. I need money and have to sell a 17" Dell laptop, an Everett console piano, a 1C diamond ring, so I'll probably do a little surfing on craigslists for competitive pricing. I'd be so lucky if one person wrote me a check for all three items.

Cheetos

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Wed, 21 May 2008 21:34:00 +0000

I have no appetite. And it's on purpose. My psych (the one who is about to be dismissed) has me on 100 mg of Topamax a day to treat my urges to binge and purge (both food and alcohol.) It's working. I don't want to drink. I don't want to binge. I don't want to puke. And I sure as hell do not want to eat. Anything. Nothing sounds good; few things taste good.

But yesterday Cheetos seemed palatable. I bought a bag. And they were good. I ate them guilt free. No purging. I considered another bag today, but they don't hold the allure. So I'm stuck. I had a tiny container of yogurt for breakfast. A scone for lunch. Dried fruit this afternoon with pringle sticks. I can't think of one kind of protein that I could possibly stomach. Yep, I'm going to lose weight. And that's not the point.

With no nourishment in me, I am not thinking clearly. I am thinking like I did when I was eating 600 calories a day. Because I am. I think I need to get some protein shakes.

A special thanks to...

noreply@blogger.com (JUST JEN) — Mon, 19 May 2008 17:50:00 +0000

...the jackass who smashed my car window and stole my gps last night downtown Milwaukee. I'd like to especially extend my appreciation for requiring me to focus on bullshit technicalities and bureaucratic red tape when I'd rather be toasty warm in the fog of my forgetfulness. Oh, and that slap of reality? Thanks. Thanks so much for bringing me back to my senses on how much out of pocket expenses this effin' new car has cost me since purchase in December. Potholes. Mirrors. Windows. Everything is just not quite enough for the deductible. WTF.

I hope you low-life gangstas enjoy that shittin' TomTom as you cruise through your ghetto alleys. I'm sure it'll come in handy finding your next score. Better yet, just click home and come get me. Now wouldn't that be the icing the karmic cake of this week? I'll leave the back door unlocked.

Really. I write in jest. If they ever read this blog and really did find me, I'd call Fox 6 news, stand in the middle of the street, pee my pants and then pledge my vote for John McCain.

Absurd.