My parents (who live about 8 miles down the road from my husbad and I, in my childhood home) have decided to pull up roots and move on. They're putting the house on the market next month, and will be leaving when it sells. This guts me, partially because it's my childhood home and partially because they'll be moving to Texas! (We're in San Diego right now--1500 miles away.) It's the best choice for them--better jobs, cheaper cost of living, closer to the grandkids...so I'm in agreement that it's the best choice for them, so I'm trying really hard to feel okay about it.
BUT the hard part is that they're moving to Fort Worth. Now, my brother and his wife and two sons live there, so it's a good choice. BUT an internet friend, whom I have known for 10 years but have never met, lives there too. I forgot this fact and mentioned their moving to him, and he got all excited about meeting me when I visit them. Um...yeah. Never actually told him what I looked like because, well, it didn't matter. I was never going to meet him face to face, right?

And THEN some of the weightlifter/fitness guys I know from another board, whom I have known for about 5 years, live in the area (Dallas). Ummm...yeah. I can talk the talk with the best of them, but do I look like I can walk the walk?

And THEN my parents just told me tonight that a couple they knew when we kids were young lives there, too. This couple has a son who was my first crush, and my first kiss--who subsequently never willingly talked to me again, and then went on to sleep with my best friend! They haven't seen me in probably 15 years, and the last time I saw their son was...hmm...maybe 7 years ago.
I was thin(ner) when I saw him last. The last time I saw him was when he was visiting my best friend, when I was her roommate in Chicago. She and I came in from an 8k run/walk on Thanksgiving day, and he was sitting at the kitchen table. I was wearing a black catsuit with a thin sweatshirt tied around my waist. Short hair, contacts, sunglasses--sleek and sophisticated, about 80 pounds lighter (I was a size 12, then), and not at all the girl he remembered kissing one long-ago night. All he could do was sit and stare at me. I pulled my stuff together and left, to drive to Minnesota for the weekend. That was the last time he saw me.
And WHY is this all an issue now? Why does it matter if all these people live there, when I live in San Diego still? Because we're having a family Christmas this year, and we're all going to have it at my parents' new house in Fort Worth!
Imagine me spewing out a string of ugly words here, because mentally that's what I'm doing! Oh, god, Turtles. Oh, gracious. I mean...it's...OW. Just...OW. I mean...to face all of those people, all at the same time (well, not the EXACT same time, but in the same week or so)...OW. There's always the option of not mentioning my trip out there to them, right? But then that would be like HIDING because I'm fat now...and...oh, god, shame. But to face them! To let them see me, to let them suddenly, wrenchingly reform all of their opinions about me, based on my appearance! And the fitness guys...to never, ever again be respected for anything I have to say, because of my weight...oh, ow. Ow ow ow.
This is like...this would be funny, in a macabre sort of way, if it wasn't so bloody painful. I mean, this is my worst nightmare come true. Old friends, weightlifter buddies, AND my old crush? Kill me now.
Freaking out a little here, Turtles, can you tell? I don't know how to hold onto myself right now. I've spent so much time and so much effort dealing with my issues and trying to make healthy, stable choices, and rebuild my body in a healthy and stable way. And this...I feel like a snowglobe that someone's just given a viscious shake to.



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for all our efforts.
I actually really did have nightmares last night about this--when I finally managed to fall asleep at 2am! I'm going to cut and paste your post to a private journal I have, so that I can keep referring back to it. 

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I particularly like the idea that Christmas is many months away, and there are a lot of days (299, about) between now and then. Which means 299 days to get me closer to my goal! 

Anyway, I was sleeping all day (except when I was awake and exercising) and weight loss had ground to a halt. Except for when I went over about 1,500 calories--then I'd GAIN! 
Sounds like a good game plan to me for tonight. I think you're 'allowed' to have cake on your birthday!