Please join with me in weeping over my weight and sleep issues.

Work is slow right now (and has been for a while).  I am getting up earlier to get a few lines, going to sleep later hoping to get a few lines, and taking a nap in between to make up for lack of sleep.  My 8 hour job has turned into 18, and my weight is trying desperately to keep pace.  I eat when I am bored.  I do not want to leave and go shopping just in case work should happen to appear.  My house is clean.  The dogs well fed.  Everything is fine except for my scale.  I really wish I could get a scale that lied, that way it would fit in with my job.  EMPLOYER: You would only be expected to work an 8 hour day.  EMPLOYEE (4 weeks later): Yeah right.  Eight hour days give or take 10 hours.  ME GETTING ON MY SCALE: You weigh only XX amount of pounds.  SCALE’S RESPONSE: Darling, you are too beautiful, and you weigh 10 pounds less then yesterday. 

• Please join with me in weeping over my weight and sleep issues. - sm
  • getting enough sleep - Margaret
  • Hey! I want one of those scales! :) SM - Chickadee
    • how 'bout walkin' 'round the block a couple of times? - lost 50 pounds power walking, 6 weeks at 47 y/o
      • I am going to try this. I have arthritis in my knees so I don't know (sm) - s,
        • Glad I could help!! Walking is the ticket..sm - lost 50 pounds power walking, 6 weeks at 47 y/o
        • Something else about your knee pain - Anna
      • How much did you walk? Every day? How many miles - sm - Laura E.
        • I had keys to the roof of the bldg....sm - lost 50 pounds power walking, 6 weeks at 47 y/o
          • Thanks for the inspiration, I need it - sm - Laura E.
        • If I lost say 60-80 lbs - Jerri
          • HAHAHAHA - I too got FULL of myself..sm - lost 50 pounds power walking, 6 weeks at 47 y/o
            • What an inspiration! - Jerri
              • Thanks for that, Jerri.....sm - lost 50 pounds power walking, 6 weeks at 47 y/o
      • Was that just 1 block - Jazz
        • no, it was an entire roof (read threads *S*)..sm - lost 50 pounds power walking, 6 weeks at 47 y/o

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My neice has participated in 4H going on her 5th year since she was 8.  jShes' now 12 and she shows her horse, plus she does enters cooking projects, art, scrapbooking, and crafts.  There are so many different interests and programs for any kid.  Besides horses, there are rabbits and guinea pigs, plus all the assorted farm animals.  There's archery and competetive shooting.  Public speaking, woodworking, art projects, cooking, sewing, dog training, just about anything you can think of.  Your son doesn't not have to have a horse to participate.  Join a club that has a horse group.  A lot of times the leaders have horses they'll loan a kid for the year or know someone who will.  Don't let that stop you.  If you're in a position to do it, you can lease a horse.  That's what we did at first, we leased her horse for 6 months and then ended up buying him.  4H helps keep them out of trouble.  Teaches them responsibility and gives them self-esteem.  It's a family organization, so you and your husband can partiicipate if you like, they're always looking for adult volunteers.  Check with the county extension office where you live or in another county, if you like.  You should be able to find info online.  There's no residency requirement.  Tell them what you're looking for and they'll try to find a club that's a good fit for your son. 

1)  I love to smell gas, damp cellars, wet grass (the mowing kind!)

2) I love green olives but most of all I love to drink the juice also.

3)  Got angry with my father, moved, changed my phone number and did not give him the new address or number for months.

4)  I could never be Angelina Jolie because I would rather adopt animals rather than children.

5)  Oh, no one knows this, got angry in the 2^nd grade at another girl jumping me in the line before going to lunch and stuck my pencil into the top of her head in a hissy-fit. I still remember her name.

6)  Had my first sexual encounter at age 15 at my mother’s home and hid the sheets, of all places, under my next door neighbor’s house. Over the many years since he and I have occasionally called each other. I still dream though don’t touch.

7)  I have some different eating habits. I used to eat white rice, milk and sugar as a breakfast food (the rice bothers me now so don’t eat as much) and I also tear up white bread and put in regular milk- I know it is soggy and my family gags but have done this all my life.

8)  Happily married now for 9 years but OMG can never forget about that delicious sex I had with my ex-husband. I mean, Delicious with a capital D.

Truthfully, though, no one can quit until it's their time.  I just had to finally get really disgusted with myself.  I owe this to my child.  My best friend just died at age 54 two weeks ago from lung cancer.  My father died at age 58 of the same.  My sister is currently in the hospital with pulmonary emboli (even though she has never smoked).  And lastly, rumor has it the price is going up to $8 a pack in my state.  By just not smoking for the last five days, I already have an extra $50 in my wallet.  Wow.  I am the smartest woman and I know, and yet how can I continue to be so stupid?  That's where I'm at mentally.  I really want to succeed this time.  Now, where are those carrot sticks?

Psychologists say that people who take pleasure in running other people down have no self-esteem, are usually unhappy with their lives, and it kind of lifts them up to run someone else down.  Maybe we should feel sorry for her. Uh.  Maybe tomorrow.

My son is not very honest.  When I had him for my summer visitation this year, he talked about possibly wanting to stay here, but kept changing his mind constantly.  Finally he said he wishes he could try living with me for a year and see if he liked it.  I told him his dad would never go for that (the ex is now on an SSI disability and is also drawing SSI for my son - so his motives for keeping him there are very financial).  My son admits one major thing holding him back is he likes his school and his friends and doesn't want to leave them.  Its up to my son to decide when he's had enough and is ready to tell the judge he wants out of there and stick with it. I'm not pressuring him to make a change.

During our epic custody battle, the whole thing started because my son said "get me out of here" and started telling horror stories, which were mostly true, from what I saw firsthand.  I made sure he got a CASA (his own court-appointed advocate) so his side would be told to an "impartial" third party.  But my son was not honest.  He changed his mind and stories constantly and protecting daddy suddenly became a big deal.  He recanted everything he told me, my mother, and relatives on his dad's side (seeing his father and other adults naked, physical abuse, drugs/drinking going on, etc.) - either he said it never happened or his memory completely disappeared on issues where I had firsthand knowledge that it was true.  When the golden moment came to advise the CASA what his wishes were, suddenly he was quite happy at dad's, and didn't really care which parent he lived with.

This is one reason I have to see something in writing from my son before I grab this hot potato again.  I love him, but I cannot trust that he won't make me look like a fool and waste endless time and money to help him, when he does a 180 and wants no help when help arrives.  He claims to be disgusted by his father's drug use, but refuses to get him in trouble, even when I assure him I begged the court repeatedly to drug test us both and see the truth and the court declined to touch that issue.  He has pondered whether to play hardball with his dad and give an ultimatum that if he doesn't get off drugs he'll come live with me - this shows me at this time he still wants to be there or he would gladly walk away.

Most, if not all, of someone's "other psych issues" with their gender identity comes from society's attitude toward it.  Once they have completely transitioned, most of those issues go away.

"Psych issues" usually include -

being forced into an uncomfortable gender by an accident of birth and told they can do nothing about it

being treated like a monster by family and friends who can't accept that they need to change

being treated like a pariah and a target by perfect strangers who think its OK to abuse them any way they please, up to and including murder

finding it nearly impossible to find romance, because few are open minded enough to deal with this personally, given a choice

very messy situations in the workforce while trying to transition - mainly caused by coworker's opinions and attitudes

people in general who refuse to see the person but only see the gender issue, and judge the person automatically without educating themselves on the condition at all

My son, who is in the process of becoming my daughter, passes so well as "female" that unless you knew what's in that person's pants, you'd never know she's "male".  Once legally transitioned (with all the paperwork changed to reflect female gender), nobody that meets my daughter will see her as a freak.  It is only people that knew her before, as a male, that will have problems with "her".  So as long as those people continue to give her grief, yes, it will cause "psych issues", just as lifelong harrassment and judgmental ignorance against you would cause anyone some "psych issues".

She is showing classic signs of a UTI. She should be checked out by a vet as urinary issues can be deadly in cats if not treated as soon as possible.

I live in the country and all my cats have always been indoor cats. One lived to the age of 21.

What is your reasoning for allowing her to roam outside? Is she UTD with vaccinations? (as in all her kitty vaccs, nothing more)

My stepson is 19 years old and has become a major problem for me.  Here is some background.  I met my husband when his child was 6 years old.  The boy’s mother was an absolute nightmare and, long story short, he came to live with us when he was 9.  His mother since has had nothing to do with him, except occasionally raising her ugly head to cause trouble for our family, but nothing as far as mothering him in any way, shape or form.  A side note is that she has some serious mental and emotional issues.  Once he came to live with us, I have mothered him and supported him throughout his years in elementary school, middle school and high school, doing everything for him as far as school and sports were concerned and we were very close up until he was about 15.  Things really started to go downhill when he was about 16.  He is, academically, very bright and was on the high honor roll every year from the 7th grade to about the 11th grade.  That is when his grades and his attitude became horrible.  He came very close to not even graduating from high school, but he pulled through and, by the skin of his teeth, managed to graduate.  Outside the home, he seemed to be an angel, but at home he was very disrespectful and rude to both his father and myself and his little brother (11 years younger than himself).  He became very snide and mean-spirited and if anyone dared to question his actions or attitude, he would throw a fit, start screaming and swearing at the top of his lungs.  Some of the things he has said to me in the past were beyond disrespectful and well into hateful.  His father never seemed to want to punish him in any way. (I think because he just did not want to deal with his outbursts.)  Fast forward, after a miserable summer, he went off to college about 2-1/2 hours away.  I was actually relieved and hoped that maybe some time on his own would make him rethink his attitude at home.  Another issue is that he absolutely refuses to do anything close to resembling work to get money for himself, which is a big deal for me, because I think having a good work ethic is important.  His father said that because his grades were good, he was not going to push the working issue.  He came home after his first year with same crap attitude, had a miserable summer with him and he went back to school…. same old, same old.  Now Christmas break is here and he is home.  The first thing he does is fight with his father about working over break, which we made clear to him that it was an expectation.  Suddenly, low and behold, he does not think he is going to be able to get hours life guarding.  I started to feel a little better about things when he was able to get a couple shifts and at least he made some sort of effort.  Last night, he was going to take his brother to a wrestling match, which I was glad and appreciated.  It was my youngest son’s birthday present and he had been looking forward to going with his brother.  We gave them 25.00 for parking and snacks and my youngest had 10.00 of his own money that he saved from his birthday to get whatever he wanted, program, etc.  The event ended about 10:30 and they were on the road home (about a 15-minute drive).  An hour later, I call the cell phone and ask where they are, answer was on the road.  I explained to my stepson that his brother had school and I wanted him right home.  15 minutes later I call again and my stepson asks me if I am an F*ing retard and he said he was on the way home.  I knew he was lying immediately.  I asked to speak to my son, and he said no, so now I’m really mad.  They finally get home and I ask my younger son where they went.  He tells that they stopped at his grandmother’s to get something to eat because his brother would not let him get anything at wrestling, but please don’t tell his brother he told because he told him not to say anything to me.  I asked if he got a souvenir with his money.  The answer was no because his brother would not let him get anything.  By this point, I am furious, but just get him ready to go to bed and hit the hay myself.  Of course, if I said anything to my stepson, there would be screaming and swearing, and I hate when he behaves this way in front of my 8-year-old.  This morning, I asked where my change was from the wrestling.  Except for parking and 1 soda, there should be about 25.00 left.  He tells me that he is keeping that money to put gas in his car and just refused to give it to me.  I am so upset about this that my stomach is in knots.  I truly dislike him and just wish he would go away.  He has been nothing but a problem for the past 4 years and I am worn out and over it.  My level of anxiety is through the roof.  I feel terrible for feeling this way, but I am resentful of him and misery he causes our family.  I just wish he would go back to school and stay there.  I know that this is way too long, but I had to let this out.