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The State of My Physical Health
After meeting my hematologist, in January, I started thinking about my health and what I need to do to make it better. He told me I have to stop smoking, start exercising, and lose weight. Smoking and all the extra weight I’m carrying increases my already high risk for stroke, blood clots, heart attack, embolus, and deep vein thrombosis. Those factors no doubt attributed to my high blood pressure and diabetes as well. I’m at a point where if I don’t do something to turn the decline of my physical health around it will kill me sooner rather than later and I won’t be able to carry a baby full-term. I can’t handle another miscarriage.
A few months after I graduated high school I embarked on a journey to lose weight. I succeeded. I lost 100 pounds in eight months, but I did it in a less than healthy way. I took prescription diet pills and I severely restricted my caloric intake. It got to the point where I would fast 3-4 days a week and on the days I would it, I wouldn’t eat more than 500 calories. I isolated myself from everyone. I was starving myself. My family was worried about me and there were rumors of me using meth to lose weight, which were untrue.
He Got Off the Pot!
Wow.
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Current State of My Romantic Life
Around the beginning of September I was frustrated with Sugarbear and ready to give up on our relationship. Things were at a stand-still and I couldn’t stand it anymore. There was a guy that I started talking to several years ago that popped back up. I agreed to go out on a date with him and Sugarbear knew about it. I told him that I was done putting my life on hold. I have needs and I needed some physical attention.
I didn’t plan to have sex with Forrest on our first date, but he made a move and I was so horny I couldn’t resist. It had been almost nine months since I had sex. As a person, I could barely stand Forrest, but as a lover… I was very satisfied, but he annoyed me to no end. He was asking me to be his girlfriend the next morning. I couldn’t in good conscience commit to him. I’ll never have feelings for him, hell, I can barely stand him. I wanted him in my life for one thing, a good time. I also knew I wasn’t anywhere near over Sugarbear. I still had hope that me dating would light a fire under his ass to kick it up a notch. I didn’t have some malicious plan and I wasn’t trying to manipulate Sugarbear. I was prepared to move on and that’s what I was doing.
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Paul and Sugarbear
I become unsettled when little things often happen that triggers memories of an ex. It usually means I’m going to hear from him or see him somewhere. For a person like me, who believes everything happens for a reason, it’s difficult to ignore. It usually gets me thinking about our past together, then I end up analyzing… then we are back in each others lives before I know whether I want it or not.
For the past few weeks, a lot of things have reminded me of Paul, i.e., the number 3341, songs, Facebook, finding out about the cause of my last miscarriage, not to mention his texts and phone calls.
- it was his phone’s area code when we met and I’m seeing it a lot. [↩]
Where Have I Been?
It’s been awhile since I checked in with my personal blog because I’ve been devoted to creating and updating a webzine for bipolars. I don’t want my blog associated with it because I have learned (thanks to Shawna the Super Cunt) that people will use anything they can against you and your loved ones when they feel so inclined and want to hurt you. I didn’t want all the drama to carry over to my webzine so I have been stealth around here. I also did not want the two associated because I have been painfully honest about people and events in my life and I want to keep it secret to an extent.
I have missed the catharsis usually accomplished by pouring out my feelings and getting shit out in the open through my writing. I struggled with the decision whether to make “Reflections of a Crazy Life” a private or subscription only blog to prevent it from causing more pain and turmoil in my real life. I chose against privatizing it because that would have violated my purpose for creating it in the first place. Besides, the worst has come to light and I’m still here to tell about it… “Sometimes you gotta say, ‘What the fuck!’”






