Monday, March 07, 2016


I feel like the Universe is purposely fucking my shit up to see how much I handle before I end up back in the hospital. I'm serious. There are days were I want to be committed so bad but keep going because I'm a fucking adult, I'll just drown it in booze and tears.

I want to quit life so much. I hate being this fucked. I hate being sick.

Friday, January 01, 2016

New Year's Goals 2016

I never really do 'resolutions.' They've always been goals set that I wish to have met by the end of the year. This year sucked. I was not very motivated and had a lot of struggle in just my every-day. I met, probably, one or two goals out of the original seven.

Here are the goals (and their reasons) I have set for this year:

  1. Lose 40 pounds (approx. 18.1 kg/ 2.9 stone) by the end of the year.
    --This is health related. With as large as I have gotten with my petite bone structure, the extra weight is causing much pressure in my joints, creating endless pain. On top of that, I'm developing diabetes and have changed my diet accordingly. My doctor says that even 15 lbs would help, but I need to be able to keep up with my kids and my life. For me to achieve this goal by the end of the year, I would only have to lose 3 to 4 pounds each month, which is easily doable
  2. Finish Memoir
    --I have been working on this for the last three years and still haven't finished typing it up. I would really like to be done with it so that I can have it published. I really feel like it has an audience.
  3. Graduate and become License
    --I have the grades to graduate just fine, but do I have the skills to become a licensed cosmetologist? We'll see. In the next couple of months I will be taking my written State Board exam and my practical exam about a month or so after. I should be crossing the stage by June/July.
  4. Start my Career
    --This relies heavily on how goal #3 pans out.
  5. Move
    --I live with my mother, and though the arrangement is mostly suitable, I would really enjoy having a place of my own. This is my mother's place and it has rules. Unfortunately, some of those rules cause me distress sometimes. I can't openly practice my Pagan faith in her house, or bring a lover home, etc. Plus, I need more room for when I have my children over. Being cramped in one room (though everyone has a place to sleep just fine) is not how I wish to spend quality time.

So far, that is all I've come up with. I'm quite sure that something else will come along, or an obstacle or two will surface, but until then, well wishes, and a happy new year.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Planner 2016

I love planners. I normally forget about them after a few months, but I still adore trying to fit information into them.

The past few years I had little use for them, but now that I'm on the verge of graduating this spring, I have a lot that's going into my snazzy, new planner.

It's a simple, red planner that I bought for a dollar at Family Dollar. It was plain, so I decorated it with old Valentine's day stickers, and the phrase "Love Yourself" to remind me what I need to focus on. I had my old, unused planner. I ended up taking put the cute motivational quotes out and have started gluing them into this new planner. We'll see how long I last.

Nothing else to say. I just really like having a planner. Life still sucks.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Just a Little Update

I. Am. Tired.
I didn't realize how exhausting cosmetology school would be until I spent most of my time on my feet 8 hours a day, five days a week. I'm getting used to it, but it's beginning to affect my legs. There are times my calves and leg nerves ache so much I can't sleep. Sure, I'm having fun cutting, styling, and coloring hair, as well as learning new techniques, but, Jesus, my legs are killing me. That's my life Tuesday through Saturday from 9 to 5 with an hour lunch and two smoke breaks.

I'm on a diet. All the weight that I lost last year (by accident) I gained back living here with my mom. My mom likes to constantly remind me that I'm overweight, but then she feeds me like I've never seen food before and complains if I don't eat what she's served me. *facepalm* Thankfully, she's been giving me space on this because she knows I really do need to lose this weight. I can't bend over well, I get winded tying my shoes, my fat cuts off the circulation to my right leg when I sit, and I can't get my pants from last year to go past my thighs. Oh, did I mention if I fall asleep on my back I damn near suffocate myself to death? Yes, lots of joys. /sarcasm So I'm on a diet and regularly exercising to try and tone up and lose some of this extra baggage. I'm not asking for a bikini body, I just want to be able to tie my shoes.

With the busy schedule I have, I've only been able to see the kids every Sunday. I'm not complaining, but it still sucks. At least J is branching out. He's made a friend at work and they've had a couple of playdates with her toddler. I think that's great. He's also taking the girls to a kids' robotics group that he found nearby. I'm super excited and I'm not even going. LOL. I'm just happy that the kids are doing nerd things. I hope it keeps up. I want them to be able to learn (which, what they already know makes me feel dumb sometimes LOL) and then branch out. They can do engineering, network administrating, programming.....*squee* OK, I'm done now.

I'll be honest. I'm lonely sometimes. I would love a relationship with someone (male or female, I'm not picky) but I know it's not the right time. I know I have a lot of things I need to work on before I am even ready. It still sucks, though, but I'm glad that's the only hitch in my life. Sure, I live at home with my mom and only see my kids once a week, but my ECT treatments are almost over, I've been stable for 10 months, and I'm kicking ass in school. Things are going well for me and I have to remember, one step at a time. I have my goals and I'm focused and working. One day at a time.

Saturday, April 11, 2015


My life is one hot mess.
I'm okay with that...sort of.
I have goals set out for the next year. I plan to finish my memoir and attempt to get it published. I plan to finish my novel and attempt to get it properly edited. I plan to wean myself off of electroconvulsive therapy. I also plan to finish the cosmetology program I started on the 7th. The classes cut into my visiting time with the kids (I have class on Saturday) so I only see them Sunday, but I still have time to read them a story over the phone at bedtime, and there will be a few holidays.
My life revolves around helping my mom, going to my medical appointments, and now, school.
I'm tired of life; my symptoms still pop up and frustrate my day, but I'm trying.
I just have to remember I'm still standing, I'm stronger than this.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Physical Changes

My name is Vonnie and I am obese. Granted, I'm not morbidly obese, I'm right at the border between obese and overweight, but the fact remains that I contain too much fat in my body.

I am 5'1" and, currently, my BMI is 31.6 at 167 pounds. My doctor wishes to get me down to about 130 pounds to be considered healthy. Right now, I'm feeling like uuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhh every time I think about it. I really hate exercise and I really love cake. See my problem?

Today, Sunday, April 27, 2014, marks my first day of my daily exercise challenge. I'm combining cardio with strength training and alternating it yoga. I also plan to walk a total of 8 miles a day. Another dilemma, I really like sleeping. Getting out of my deliciously comfortable bed is going to feel like torture, but I really need to do this. I NEED TO DO THIS.

I'm terribly vain and superficial. While I am, deep down, doing this to be healthy again and be able to keep up with my kids, the truth is that my 10-year high school reunion is in exactly two months and I am FAAAAAAAAAAATT. I do NOT want people I haven't seen in a decade see that I went from hotness to busted in the past decade. In high school, my highest weight was 115. My freshman year of college had me at 120. After I had my first two children, I was 130. After child 3, 140, and then 150 after child 4. When I started taking 10 bajillion different medications for my mental health, my weight skyrocketed to 185 pounds. In the past year, I've had to finagle with my meds, which, thankfully, helped me lose 20 pounds, leaving me where I am now.

So. The reason for writing all of this down is to be held accountable and track my progress. My wish is to lose 20lbs before my high school reunion. Fingers crossed I keep this up.

Sunday, March 02, 2014

Love is Patient. Love is Kind.

I still love him, all of him, and I feel like I'm falling even more in love with him as time goes on. The more we are apart, the more I ache for his presence.


This is driving me nuts!