Caitlin S.
2 WEEKS!!
Jan 23, 2008
As many of you already know, I was approved for the Lap-Band procedure this past Monday, January 21, 2008! Today is exactly 2 weeks until the procedure and I am getting more excited with each day!!! WHOO HOO!!! New life here I come! 
Those boys better watch out and get some protective gear on because I am about to knock them off their feet!
Oh and thank you to those that were concerned about my break up.. I am fine now. His loss, the next man's gain!
- Caitlin
Those boys better watch out and get some protective gear on because I am about to knock them off their feet!
Oh and thank you to those that were concerned about my break up.. I am fine now. His loss, the next man's gain!
- Caitlin
Bad Break Up
Jan 15, 2008
Boyfriend broke up with me this last weekend and it has been a REALLY shitty week. I pray to God right now to grant me the strength I need to get through this rough spot. Here is a song that explains every feeling I have about my lost relationship..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azHVOoDLfHc
- Caitlin
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azHVOoDLfHc
- Caitlin
Need a lil' profile help :-)
Jan 10, 2008
Ok so I am new to this site (and still need to finish my
first blog
) but I want to spruce up my page. How can
I use a photo for my background?...or where can I find a
layout for my page? Any suggestions??
first blog
) but I want to spruce up my page. How canI use a photo for my background?...or where can I find a
layout for my page? Any suggestions??
YAY!
Jan 02, 2008
The surgeon has approved and now I wait for the insurance approval! YAHOO!!
A second chance at life!!
Dec 26, 2007
This past year of my life has been the biggest struggle yet. I was 19 years old, working full time for an engineering firm, a victim of an abusive relationship (and not too long after - a survivor), and a victim of my own obesity.
Every time I hear that word, you know - "obese", I shudder from the tips of my roots down to the tips of my toes. That word means nothing good, and just sounds downright horrifying. I never wanted to view my self as "obese" but the honest truth is, that I am just that.
I always called my self chubby, "thick", or even sometimes "healthy"; but I was definitely far from healthy! I didn't take too much care of my self yet, my health is generally ok, for now. I am surprised I didn't block out the struggles of this past year as I use to. I mean honestly, I don't remember much of my life during high school; simply because I hated my self more than anything in the world which in turn made a huge impact on my social life (or lack thereof). But my life soon began to change just a few months before my abusive relationship ended.
My ex's name was Tsi. We had a great connection with each other, but due to the many differences and self-inhibited issues, we clashed more than anything. I remember more sad/angry days than I do happy ones. We lived together in a small one bedroom apartment, had no friends of our own, or even mutual friends at that, and I was our only source of income. Tsi had moved down here permanently from Chicago, IL to be with me not realizing that finding a job was not going to be as easy as he anticipated.
When he first moved in, I had just had two of my only, yet closest, friends completely screw me over. I had let them stay with me for a short while as they were trying to "get back on their feet". Little did I realize that a few weeks would turn into months and no rent checks were going to be made out to me any time soon. It wasn't too long before Tsi came to live with me, that I had put my foot down and demanded rent be paid out of their pockets, that they skipped out of town when I was gone one weekend. At this point, not only was I hating my self because I had gotten so overweight, but I felt as if the only people- other than my family- that I knew, had completely broken my trust and completely disrespected me, and my home.
At this point I was at my ultimate low in my life. I worked a crappy job, had no friends, could not stick to a diet and exercise plan for anything, and was about to let some stranger without a job (my ex) move into my home (boy was I a clever broad!). This was probably not the best time for me to jump into a serious relationship; but at that time in my life, relationships were the only thing I could hide behind that didn't immediately go to my waist!
People always say, "You cannot love someone else, until you can love your self"; but I never really listened to what they said, I only heard it. So it was not too long after the fights, arguements, physical encounters, lack of sexual contact, and my boyfriend no longer sleeping in bed with me at night, did I realize that my relationship was just making my life worse; because my insecurities had created the biggest "wall" against the world I ever imagined possible. **MORE TO COME LATER TONIGHT**
Every time I hear that word, you know - "obese", I shudder from the tips of my roots down to the tips of my toes. That word means nothing good, and just sounds downright horrifying. I never wanted to view my self as "obese" but the honest truth is, that I am just that.
I always called my self chubby, "thick", or even sometimes "healthy"; but I was definitely far from healthy! I didn't take too much care of my self yet, my health is generally ok, for now. I am surprised I didn't block out the struggles of this past year as I use to. I mean honestly, I don't remember much of my life during high school; simply because I hated my self more than anything in the world which in turn made a huge impact on my social life (or lack thereof). But my life soon began to change just a few months before my abusive relationship ended.
My ex's name was Tsi. We had a great connection with each other, but due to the many differences and self-inhibited issues, we clashed more than anything. I remember more sad/angry days than I do happy ones. We lived together in a small one bedroom apartment, had no friends of our own, or even mutual friends at that, and I was our only source of income. Tsi had moved down here permanently from Chicago, IL to be with me not realizing that finding a job was not going to be as easy as he anticipated.
When he first moved in, I had just had two of my only, yet closest, friends completely screw me over. I had let them stay with me for a short while as they were trying to "get back on their feet". Little did I realize that a few weeks would turn into months and no rent checks were going to be made out to me any time soon. It wasn't too long before Tsi came to live with me, that I had put my foot down and demanded rent be paid out of their pockets, that they skipped out of town when I was gone one weekend. At this point, not only was I hating my self because I had gotten so overweight, but I felt as if the only people- other than my family- that I knew, had completely broken my trust and completely disrespected me, and my home.
At this point I was at my ultimate low in my life. I worked a crappy job, had no friends, could not stick to a diet and exercise plan for anything, and was about to let some stranger without a job (my ex) move into my home (boy was I a clever broad!). This was probably not the best time for me to jump into a serious relationship; but at that time in my life, relationships were the only thing I could hide behind that didn't immediately go to my waist!
People always say, "You cannot love someone else, until you can love your self"; but I never really listened to what they said, I only heard it. So it was not too long after the fights, arguements, physical encounters, lack of sexual contact, and my boyfriend no longer sleeping in bed with me at night, did I realize that my relationship was just making my life worse; because my insecurities had created the biggest "wall" against the world I ever imagined possible. **MORE TO COME LATER TONIGHT**
