So many friends and people come into your life on the journey and I have had so many in various aspects of my life and what I have done in it. Lately it seems like this Irish goodbye is a real thing and not only at parties but in life, friendships and relationships. It makes me sad. People think that my liking your photo on Instagram or because they looked at your stupid snapchat of your chocolate peanut butter on double fiber bread that they are in your life and guess what that’s not what it’s all about. My friends call me, text me… ask me how I am doing… give me a shoulder to lean on even when I want them to fuck off. That’s real. Don’t confuse the two. I used to tell my bandmates that I saw you called but you didn’t leave a message so I guess you didn’t need me. I am not calling anyone back from a missed call. Is that silly? I dunno. Why can’t people leave a message anymore.
But this irish goodbye happens with friendships and relationships too. And I guess it happens to me, around me and I get to see it unfold around me with others. One minute a person could be practically crawling up your butt for attention and then they are ghosts. But I learned a long time ago that with my schedule and lack of social life outside of work, that I was hard to maintain a friendship with. And yet even when ghosted, I am always there when I end up being needed. I guess that’s the Italian guilt that is instilled on all Italian males. We have a weird fucking mental thing going on while others can just make full of shit excuses.
I think in the end I wish life was more social and not just through a device in my hand. Don’t get me wrong, I love being able to see what my family is up to and my god daughters. But when you are sitting there wondering why you have 3000 facebook friends and don’t know who to invite over to watch a football game… then something is wrong with the algorithm. But hey, even with your silence, thank you for saying goodbye.
Speaking of Football game. FUCKING A, the Philadelphia Eagles are going to the Superbowl. The town is bursting with joy and I am happy too. Wish they were playing this weekend because I can hardly wait.
Anyway I am going to keep this short today but I guess I’ll talk about my journey for 2018 so far and where I am. Guess what I still have 50lbs to lose in 2018. If you’ve been reading along, you know that I am eating whole foods and last week my coach and trainer upped my food intake even more. So I am maintaining that starting weight while I seem to be able to eat more and more. It’s 2200 calories so if you think I am at McDonalds or ordering out every day you are crazy. That’s not happening. Did I have a little bit of leeway during the football game? Sure I did. But I didn’t go apeshit crazy. I have goals. I think we’ll be going with this fixing my metabolism for a little longer and ten we are going to start cutting some weight. I have to go to my mom and dads 50th wedding anniversary at the end of April so I am going to look and feel the best that I can and with my step-sons wedding in January. FUCK THE WORLD I am going to look good. And in the end more importantly I am going to feel good. My workouts have been on point. Making great progress
I feel good now. I think the cold sucks the life out of me but I am doing my best to keep the bounce in my step and keep a smile on my face.
Thank you for all the comments and love to last weeks blog. Glad to see you guys out there still following along.
I may not call you or text you often, but believe me when I say I count you as a friend. I’m sure the hubs would love to watch the big game with you hahahaha! Might kill him before it’s over. I do get what you’re saying though. I am guilty of not picking up the phone to call my friends like I should. Great reminder for me. I need to be better at that.
I wish that there was something redeeming about your husband quite frankly…..
And I hear from you every week….. it’s not just likes on a photo….
I keep re reading the last line of the second paragraph #filthymind. Haha
Damn fingers… I had to fix it. Nice catch. Thank you.