Saturday, August 27, 2011
This has been a very hard time for me. I keep getting knocked down, and get up again. Maybe I'm whining a bit less each time, so that could be a good thing. But this has gone on for months now.
I got a place to live. It's nothing to write home about unless your parents are demolition experts. Now I'm finding all the deposits for water, electric, TV, Internet... I'm already having to get most of the money for the move from my mother, which galls me that I still need to do that at my age, and the number keeps growing.
Then when someone tells me who to go to for help other than my mother, they forget that I can't get there. My car is still in the shop, and I haven't gotten a call on that. I have asked for help. Nobody has offered. Well, they've offered advice, and some of the advice could come in helpful, but I'm still sitting here unable to do anything.
Here's the good news. Rather than comfort eating, I've been comfort starving. I just hit 229 for the first time since Aug 1998, and then I was living in a tent on the river.
I sure hope I can get my life back at the new place. Right now I'm still dependent on others to even get there.