Monday, January 27, 2014
This weekend was both an amazing and hard one. On one hand, I had a blast with my castmates and on the other, I was battling my own self loathing.
The Good Ė
I love my cast. I havenít loved a cast like this in around 2 or 3 years. The bond and love we have for one another is strong. We respect each other and are almost to the point where weíre a little too comfortable around one another. I feel at home whenever Iím with them and know that what weíre giving to the audience each night is fierce. Usually you walk away with one good friend or even one really nice aquaintance. Iím grateful.
The original director for the show weíre in came to our show and RAVED about us. She was our biggest fan and man were we all star struck. I didnít get to meet her because I was in my only little gray clouded world and on my way home by the time I realized who the woman was sitting in the 3rd row. Itís what I deserve I suppose. Anyway, one of my castmates told me that she said I was a ďpowerhouseĒ and ďextremely talentedĒ which made me very happy. Iím proud of our production and I was glad to see that she could see how much we love the work.
The Bad Ė
I hit my highest weight in over 2 years on Saturday. The number was 230. I couldnít believe what I was seeing. How in the world have I managed to gain 45lbs in a little over 6 months? Doesnít make any sense. I could not have been eating THAT terribly.
My fiancee BRITT831 suggested me getting a second opinion since my primary care doctor is a fat shamer (story about that some other time). Ever since I had my gallbladder removed, my body has had the hardest time keeping the weight off. Iíve done my fair share of googling and discovered that if I took digestive enzymes, it might help. While they do help me with my lactose intolerance, they do not help my body and the swelling I have in my belly. Obviously, something is going on. This Friday I have an appointment with another doctor who will hopefully help and LISTEN to me which is what I desperately need right now. Even if I have to be at the dang office all day, I will take every test available to me to see if Iím allergic to something in the food that Iím eating (or if my thyroid is going nuts). I havenít eaten perfectly, but I also havenít eaten enough or stayed sedentiary enough to gain the amount of weight in my belly that I have. Itís ridiculous and Iím sick of wondering whatís wrong with me.
In addition to the above, I missed an audition opportunity because I didnít read the dang audition notice carefully enough. Instead of going to the audition location which was 15 minutes away from my house, I went to the actual theatre itself which is around 2 hours away. When I walked up to that theatre and couldnít get in, I was in so much shock that I stood there for a good 5 minutes before realizing what I had done. Me, Miss Overprepared, didnít open her eyes and didnít read what was on the paper. I could have made close to $1000 doing a show Iíve done twice and love. Devastated doesnít even begin to describe how I felt. By the time I got back home, I had to go straight to my other show. Of course, a couple of my friends were called back the next day and they just couldnít stop talking about how excited they were. It was torture. I wept and sulked and didnít give one ounce about it either. I felt (and still do feel) like an absolute moron, a dunce and just about the stupidest person on the planet Earth.
These two events have shown me that no matter how hard I try to prepare and how hard I try to avoid the worst case sceneario life still happens. Iím powerless. I have no control over what happens to me. Perhaps Iím unlucky. Perhaps I have bad karma from past life. Iím not sure of what else to think but despite the lovely, positive things that have happened to me so far, life is stll frigginí hard. It makes it so hard to get up in the morning, so hard to continue on with life. I slept all day yesterday until it was time to go to the show because I simply didnít want to deal with life. No, I donít feel like itís my typical depression symptoms and yes, Iím taking my anti-depressants like I should. Iím just really angry with myself and my body for going against me.