Not Living The Dream

I have become addicted to Twin Peaks. I never watched the show when it was actually new (from 1990 to 1991) but thanks to Netflix watch instantly, I have finished the first season and started on the second season.

The whole weight loss issue has me feeling hopeless. For over a month now I have been working out between 30 minutes to an hour at least 5 days a week. I have been watching what I eat and tracking everything and have not lost a single pound. It is quite disheartening. Some days I think, “why even bother” but I push on hoping that I see a loss when I step on the scale. People have told me I have probably gained muscle but I don’t feel any difference in my clothing or see a difference in my body. Oh well.

I was hoping that we would get this wonderful house (we have been drooling over it for the past several weeks) just a few miles away but that seems to have fallen through. However, I cannot live here much longer. It’s too much stress on me. Her talking bullshit and being completely lazy is taking its toll on my mental and psychical health. It’s hard to believe a grown women cannot pick up after herself. Her entitlement is also getting under my skin. So, since living here much longer is out of the question (I cannot take another 6 months here) I have being putting applications in all the local apartment buildings. The only problem is that we will have to get rid of London. No apartments will accept dogs as large as a German Shepherd. Raven is more than a little upset at the thought of getting rid of London but she wants out of here as bad as I do and knows that this is our only option right now. We have had London for 10 years and Raven absolutely loves that dog. He is an awesome dog and I wish we could find a place that would allow us to keep him but I have to put the needs of my family before keeping a dog. And if we stay here much longer, our family will be destroyed. It has gotten so bad that I have seriously contemplated moving me and Raven down to my mom’s (there is not enough room in her extremely small 2 bedroom house for my husband as well) just to get away from the stress-inducer or getting a divorce just so I won’t have her as my MIL anymore. Yes, she is that bad. Funny thing is, she has my husband’s side of the family convinced that it’s all us. We are the horrible, evil people not her. Well, my family and friends now the truth and that is all that matters to me.