Thursday, May 3, 2012

What is the point?

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The title of the post says it all: What is the point? That is the burning question in my mind. I have a ton of little things that are going on in my life right now, and as a friend so eloquently put "it's a first world problem" and I know this. However, since most of my followers are friends and all of us are first world inhabitants, then I don't feel bad ranting about my first world life. :)

I will go at this by points otherwise this post might never end. So, What is the point? 
  1. I have been working out since January. I have been exercising, lifting weights, and I even joined Weight Watchers. I was doing great! I had lost 9 lbs and was working my way down the scale. Then hubby came home from deployment. I continued to exercise and I actually started working out at a higher intensity level, pushing myself harder. Since he has been home, I started running and was actually able to run a 5K, which is 3.2 miles. Doesn't seem like a whole heckuva lot but for someone who has NEVER been a runner, that is a great accomplishment. Then why the fuck is the scale creeping up in numbers? Why have I gained back 4 lbs since he got home? I'll tell you why. It's because of what we eat. It is so much easier to watch your portions and what you make when you are cooking for two kids and yourself. I don't know why the minute you introduce another adult into the equation the caloric intake triples. I am so pissed off! I am pissed at myself. I am pissed at the scale. I am pissed at my body for not cooperating. I'm pissed at genetics for not gracing me with an overactive metabolism. Instead I got the lazy friggin metabolism that needs to be jump started with battery jumper cables. I'm just pissed off at the whole situation. I want to make this weight loss thing my bitch, but I am not sure how anymore. I am not sure how to go about getting the pounds off and NOT depriving myself of the things I like. Hell I have all but given up chocolate. I can't tell you the last time I had a piece of chocolate. Just to put this into perspective on how much I love chocolate and how I have sacrificed it for my vanity, hubby was given a Snickers at the gas station after filling up the car (its AAFES way of saying thank you for letting us ass rape you at the pump). I didn't TOUCH the Snickers. I wanted to. I wanted to sink my teeth into that deliciousness of chocolate, caramel and nuts. But I didn't. Isn't that commitment? And how does my body repay me? GAINING WEIGHT! Fucker. I am going to keep at it because I will conquer this body if I have to break it down to do it. And considering how badly my shins and ankles hurt, that might happen sooner rather than later.
  2. Next on the list is this job/working bullshit. The last duty station we left was on the East Coast, DC area. I was working as a teacher. Had a good job teaching HS History. Loved it! Got my Master's degree while we were stationed there. We knew we were going to move here about 9 months out. So what do I do as a responsible mother and military wife? I applied early for jobs so that I could attempt to transition into a job for the 2011-2012 school year and things would be good. I didn't hear anything from DoDDS (Department of Defense Dependents Schools). So when I arrived here in July, I hit the pavement and dropped off my resume to the two high schools in hopes that a face-to-face would help my cause. NOTHING! So I applied for a sub job.  My plan was to get in the door and get some face time, hoping something would turn up. BAH! This is your government in action folks, or should I say inaction. No calls. Nothing. So one night we are out at a local Irish Pub, I jokingly ask if they need another server/bartender. They say yes, and within two weeks I have a job working at the Pub. Then all of a sudden AFTER the school starts, I get a call from the Intermediate School (grades 3-5). They want me as a sub. SHHHIIITT! I am not really qualified to teach this age group, nor do I want to. But I figure get your foot in the door and then you can sub at the high school. NOPE. Once you are picked for a school you are a sub at that school ONLY. No inter-school movement. REALLY? Blah blah. I say yes. Do all the paperwork. Blah Blah. Fast forward to not really working that much as a sub. Blah. Blah. Still working at the Pub. Blah Blah. Pub money is paying for traveling. That is nice. Hubby wants me to look for work again as a teacher. Ok. So I try again since they have just re-registered for next year the numbers are up and I am guessing they might need teachers. WRRROONGG! I email the principal and get a resounding 'NO new teachers for Social Studies'. WTF? Every other department BUT Social Studies will get a new teacher? Whatever. So I update my application and try again. Now I am waiting. So now we get to the What's the Point part. There are several positions coming up as a teacher's aide. I would be the teacher's office bitch essentially, and probably help out with special needs kids. Not what I want, but I can hang with it. Problem is that I would be making anywhere between $10.35-$11.00 an hour. Now that is my WHAT IS THE POINT issue. What is the point of leaving the Pub which is "straight" euros, and I only have to work 2-3 nights a week, for a 30-40 hr work week? I have to pay taxes on my wages, work a long week, potentially give up my workouts, all for little money.
  3. Going along with this work thing is the possibility of us moving a year earlier than we had anticipated. We are supposed to be here in Deutschland until 2014, however this summer is promotion time. The military does promotions differently based on branch of service. The Army has different methods depending on what rank you are. Hubby is high enough in rank that promotions are based on peer evaluations done by a board. So in other words HIGHLY subjective. A board sits and reviews his records against a check list of what these particular board members are looking for in a candidate and if he makes the cut, great. If not, thanks for playing, try again next year. We really don't know what the board is looking for or if he will make it. (I personally think he will, but that is my opinion and what do I know?) If he makes it, that means we leave next summer. So what is the point of taking a full time job then if we might leave in a year? We already know that if we are going to leave next summer (2013) that means traveling is going to be ratcheted up a notch to get in all the things we want to do before we leave. So how does more traveling and a full time job go together? More money? Yes. I thought about that too, but with no real free time that leaves Saturday and Sunday for traveling. OOOOHHH I forgot to mention that NOTHING is open in Europe on Saturdays and Sundays. They take their rest time SERIOUSLY! So weekend only traveling will be challenging. So again I ask what's the point?
  4. Oh yea, this blog. Yeah. I love my blog. I love that I have followers. Lately I have been on this kick to rename my blog. I think its because I want more followers and readership. I want it to be successful.  I don't think my choice in name draws in the readership. I could be wrong considering this is my first blog. Don't know. Success: that is the hard part. How does one measure the success of one's blog? Is it in followers? How many people have LIKEd the Facebook page? (Didn't know I had a Facebook page? Go like it and make me feel better!)The commentary on your posts? What exactly makes a blog successful? Furthermore, why do I want it to be successful? Is this a form of validation for what I feel has become an insignificant existence? Now that the children are older and pretty much grown, do I need this for affirmation? Is it because I don't have a full time job that I feel this is my thing now? What is the point of the blog? It started as a way to vent but being the competitive beotch that I am, I started looking at other blogs and seeing just how successful other blogs were. And I thought to myself "I can do that too!" So is that my motivation for success? Am I looking for my 15 seconds of fame?  It's the why that perplexes and frightens me. What is the point of a successful blog? Still something I need to answer, but not sure that I will ever find the answer.
  5. Family and friends. I do know the point of them, but its the communication with them that bothers me. My dad, whom I love dearly, is the absolute BEST at texting and Voxing (smart phone app that allows you to use phone as walkie talkie and is great for overseas commo). Dad will send "hey I was thinking of you" Voxs. He messages just to check on the kids and is really just awesome about it! Which is a HUGE surprise because Dad is just arriving to the technology age with his recent step into the FB world. Mom and other family members: the WORST! Quite frankly I am tired of trying to keep up communication with people who don't feel it really matters. If you don't give a shit enough to text me back or Vox me back, then I don't have any more time for you. I am tired of working so hard to save relationships that are not worth saving. As a military wife, you make friends everywhere you go. Some are seasonal friends you keep while you are stationed there and they serve their purpose. Some are forever friends that you keep beyond the departure of that duty station. Those are the ones cultivating. Its a shitty lesson to learn but one that gets taught every time you move. So what's the point of trying with those that don't want to try back? There is no point. As for the family, well those people I am stuck with. So I just need to accept their shortcomings and move on. For the record, they suck! Really, I need to shuddup and move on!
Now I know that I have rambled about many a different topic, and that it probably doesn't make sense. So I will say that if you are reading this right now, thanks. You cared enough or weren't bored enough by my post to stop reading. And that means something to me, especially since I need validation about my blog! ;) LOL  I am not sure I will ever get to the bottom of the points of these matters, but they are on my mind and I figured if I can't unleash them here, what's the point?

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  1. I feel your pain friend! You will conquer the weight thing, you are to stubborn to let it win. Besides you are doing an amazing job!!! Stick to it!!!

    1. Love you M! I can't wait to see you this summer. We are going to get together when we are stateside right?

  2. I'm a new follower! I like your blog name! I can understand the need for a change, though! I feel your pain on the weight thing, too. I've been working out like crazy and my body just won't drop the pounds. What gives?

    1. Mrs. Duh, Thanks for following! I love your Blog design and found you through Utterly Chaotic. I appreciate your positive comments. :) I feel your pain with the weight bullshit, and I am going to keep going. We came up with a new workout and I will let you know how it goes.

  3. Hey Melissa, Just starting reading ur blog...luv it! Knew u would keep it real. If it's as therapeutic for u 2 write it, as it is for us who enjoy reading it..then keep it coming! Still trying 2 figure out how 2 vote. Miss u guys..Tristan asks about Matthew often...let him kno we r thinking about him :) ...Mil

  4. Great rants! Weight is really something I will always fight with, and the job is like I can never find the "right one". Good luck with everything going on.

  5. Mel-I love ya and miss ya! Stick with the pub job. I actually miss waiting tables. Really I do. I envy your freedom of NOT having the "9 to 5" job. And you WILL kick your body's ass!!!!! Can't wait to see you!!!!