In the overall scheme of things, the whole house debacle isn't a biggy. I can lash out, but "standing up for myself" at this point is no real recourse. So instead, I choose gratitude.
Last night as I was tossing and turning and generally being pissed off - running Dixie-Carter-like speeches through my head, I suddenly remembered my former co-worker's month. What she had lost. And losing a house, while an inconvenience, is merely a bump in the road. And next Monday is the 6 year anniversary of Pebbles losing her best friend. On Saturday, she will go to the parents' house to help them pick out paint and work on a "new look" for their home. It will be sad and happy as they get together to remember what they lost. This house can and will be replaced with something at some point. What others have lost will not.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Perspective is everything.
Above photo is from August 2004. Pebbles was at the airport leaving for semester abroad. I think I weighed about a buck seventy five. Certainly not a BEFORE, more of an in progress. I'd lost 82 pounds at that point and had kept it off for 5 years. I lost another 13 pounds over the next couple of months and stayed at 162 for a year. I was 162 when I met Bick in November of 2005. Dropped down to the low 140s in 2006, quit running as much and gained some back. I'm now back in the low 140's again.