My Valentine's Day from Hell/Heaven
I feel like Cinderella. Like Dr. Houston is my Fairy Godfather who transformed me into the new lady I am today, and I have found my prince. I have met the most wonderful, sweet and loving man y'all. You gotta hear what a wonderful evening I had with my Valentine.
So, Friday my Sweetie and I decided to camp out inside for the weekend, since the snow pretty much halted our plans for anything else. We cooked dinner and watched TV and snuggled and all that other mushy stuff you do when the relationship is still new and you still like each other. I had a minor outpatient procedure done at the ob/gyn office Friday afternoon, so I was feeling pretty crappy, but I was a trooper and I was determined to salvage the weekend, so it was all good.
I had been bugging him all week about what he was planning for us for V-Day, and he told me he doesn't celebrate V-day. and he didn't really know what we would do, but he would let me know. Now, you know you can't give a Diva a brush off like "I'll let you know", and expect her to just sit down and fold her hands in her lap. and play like everything is ok.
By Saturday morning I was pretty pissed, My tummy was cramping from the ob/gyn procedure, and it was V-day Eve and this fool still claimed he didn't have anything planned! #$&@# WTF!!! You mean you haven't made reservations, or purchased tickets or anything!?!? Girlfriends, I came th_____is close to closing down the coochie factory, but let's not get irrational Diva, cause why should I punish my coochie just cause he's being an ass about V-day. Who cares if He doesn't celebrate V-day. This is all about ME anyway RIGHT?
About 4:00, I am in the bed pouting and he and my son are in the family room watching movies. Then, he starts to get all these crazy phone calls and text mgs. Now, he is a a business owner, so it's pretty common for his phone to ring a lot, but this was excessive. And every time the phone rang he mysteriously had to go outside to take the call. WTF? I know this fool ain't trippin on V-Day Eve? What's up with all the mystery calls, But the Diva was cool and I was honestly too pissed off to question it, so I just continued to pout and tried to nap.
He rushes into the bedroom, gives me a big smooch and orders me to get up and put on some clothes cause I need to go with him to "make a run".
"Huh"?
"I need to go make a run, put on some clothes. I need to go meet my boy for something." Well, in case you didn't know divas don't go "make a run" And, "make a run" can have some questionable connotations, especially when this a mystery run and this run involves your "boy" who you can't tell me anything about.
OK, Diva I tell myself. You said you were a ride or die chick, so I guess this is one of those moments you need to stand by your man and get ready to ride or die. So I did a 5 minute miracle makeover, cause a Diva has to be cute even if she is just "making a run". We get into his truck and I am just brooding with annoyance. I am almost near tears! We are chasing your boy around Atlanta and making a run on V-day Eve!!!
Another mystery call comes through. Something about picking up a package? He get's off. "Uhhhm honey what kinda package are we going to pick up"?
"Don't worry about it I got this. Just chill. You ask too many questions." I know this damned fool did not just tell me to be QUIET, so now you wanna get all thugalicious on me! And what kinda package are we going to get from the mystery boy? Am I going to pick up something illegal? How much do I know this man? Who is gonna bail me out? Am I gonna be on CNN? Oh LAwd, LAwd, LAwd. Why Me?
Now out of no where he asks if I am hungry? HUNGRY? We are in a mad dash to pick up a mystery package from the mystery Boy, and now you want food? OK You really must be crazy. I just roll my eyes and don't answer. I am in full pissed off Diva mode y'all.
So, we drive up to this seafood restaurant. After about a zillion more text mgs while he is driving like a maniac in the snow BTW. I was too pissed off to care if I died in a fatal car accident from driving while texting. But why are you texting so much...?
The restaurant is nice. We walk in and we are escorted to a private dining room. Candles and all the embellishing touches have been set up. I am confused??? He grabs me, embraces me and smiles.
"Honey, I planned a special evening for us. I know you've been pissed at me for not telling you what I had planned, but I wanted to make this special for you." OK DIVA. Open mouth, insert foot. I am speechless. He assures me he is not mad and everything is ok. "Let's just enjoy the evening".
I am sitting with my back to the door. (In case you didn't know, southern chivalry dictates a woman 's back should be to the door, so the man can see what is going on, so he can handle anything that comes through. but that has nothing to do with this dinner.) Midway through dinner a strange man walks up behind me and puts his arms around my shoulder and whispers in my ear " I have something special for you beautiful." I look at my sweetie, he smiles, and Mystery Man starts to sing Ribbon In the Sky by Stevie Wonder. I am speechless again. I had been speechless a lot that day. Those of you that know me know I don't get speechless easily, but my Sweetie was working his magic big time.
By the time Mystery Man finishes the song. I am crying, the server is crying, all the ladies in the restaurant are crying. Hell, the cook was probably back there crying and grilling lobster. "I've been planning this all week baby. I've been trying to find him for you all week, and I just got everything worked out at the last minute. This is one of my friends from college. He is a professional singer now, and I didn't want anyone but him to serenade you. I just want you to know how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate having you in my life."
A perfectly good make-up job is wasted now. I am sure mascara is all the way down to my chin by now. The water works are in full force. And it wasn't one of those pretty hankie in the corner of your eye crys either. Y'all I had snot and drool and all. He just holds me and kisses me, and looks into my eyes, and said," I have something else for you".
Another mystery man rounds the corner with the most beautiful divalicious bouquet of flowers. These are for you too Beautiful. He introduces Mystery Man 2 as another friend from college. The Mystery Men leave and we are alone.
"You did all this for me?"
"Yes"
I melted. I am still melting. I don't ever want to stop melting. I want to dance at this ball forever and I never want to take off these glass slippers.
Y'all I have been through some stuff in my life. I know God loves me and I know he knows all the desires of my heart, and I know he will give them all to me. I know there are some parts of me that have been broken, and though many of them are healed, there are still a few cracks and missing pieces here and there. I don't know if this man is The One, but he has surely given me a glimpse of what God has in store for me.
I thank God and Dr. Houston for my new life. As sad as it is to admit, a lot of the things I am experiencing in my life would likely not have happened when I was 330+. My FAT was keeping me form the life God had in store for me. Not just the physical FAT, but the FAT clogging my spirit. I feel a new freeness, like a bird that has been let out of her cage. I am blessed, and NOW I feel free to receive all those blessings.
God Is Good. Life is Good. And tonight, I am dancing in glass slippers, and catching falling stars, and waiting, anticipating, the next blessing God has in his storehouse for his Little Diva.
~LaShelle
So, Friday my Sweetie and I decided to camp out inside for the weekend, since the snow pretty much halted our plans for anything else. We cooked dinner and watched TV and snuggled and all that other mushy stuff you do when the relationship is still new and you still like each other. I had a minor outpatient procedure done at the ob/gyn office Friday afternoon, so I was feeling pretty crappy, but I was a trooper and I was determined to salvage the weekend, so it was all good.
I had been bugging him all week about what he was planning for us for V-Day, and he told me he doesn't celebrate V-day. and he didn't really know what we would do, but he would let me know. Now, you know you can't give a Diva a brush off like "I'll let you know", and expect her to just sit down and fold her hands in her lap. and play like everything is ok.
By Saturday morning I was pretty pissed, My tummy was cramping from the ob/gyn procedure, and it was V-day Eve and this fool still claimed he didn't have anything planned! #$&@# WTF!!! You mean you haven't made reservations, or purchased tickets or anything!?!? Girlfriends, I came th_____is close to closing down the coochie factory, but let's not get irrational Diva, cause why should I punish my coochie just cause he's being an ass about V-day. Who cares if He doesn't celebrate V-day. This is all about ME anyway RIGHT?
About 4:00, I am in the bed pouting and he and my son are in the family room watching movies. Then, he starts to get all these crazy phone calls and text mgs. Now, he is a a business owner, so it's pretty common for his phone to ring a lot, but this was excessive. And every time the phone rang he mysteriously had to go outside to take the call. WTF? I know this fool ain't trippin on V-Day Eve? What's up with all the mystery calls, But the Diva was cool and I was honestly too pissed off to question it, so I just continued to pout and tried to nap.
He rushes into the bedroom, gives me a big smooch and orders me to get up and put on some clothes cause I need to go with him to "make a run".
"Huh"?
"I need to go make a run, put on some clothes. I need to go meet my boy for something." Well, in case you didn't know divas don't go "make a run" And, "make a run" can have some questionable connotations, especially when this a mystery run and this run involves your "boy" who you can't tell me anything about.
OK, Diva I tell myself. You said you were a ride or die chick, so I guess this is one of those moments you need to stand by your man and get ready to ride or die. So I did a 5 minute miracle makeover, cause a Diva has to be cute even if she is just "making a run". We get into his truck and I am just brooding with annoyance. I am almost near tears! We are chasing your boy around Atlanta and making a run on V-day Eve!!!
Another mystery call comes through. Something about picking up a package? He get's off. "Uhhhm honey what kinda package are we going to pick up"?
"Don't worry about it I got this. Just chill. You ask too many questions." I know this damned fool did not just tell me to be QUIET, so now you wanna get all thugalicious on me! And what kinda package are we going to get from the mystery boy? Am I going to pick up something illegal? How much do I know this man? Who is gonna bail me out? Am I gonna be on CNN? Oh LAwd, LAwd, LAwd. Why Me?
Now out of no where he asks if I am hungry? HUNGRY? We are in a mad dash to pick up a mystery package from the mystery Boy, and now you want food? OK You really must be crazy. I just roll my eyes and don't answer. I am in full pissed off Diva mode y'all.
So, we drive up to this seafood restaurant. After about a zillion more text mgs while he is driving like a maniac in the snow BTW. I was too pissed off to care if I died in a fatal car accident from driving while texting. But why are you texting so much...?
The restaurant is nice. We walk in and we are escorted to a private dining room. Candles and all the embellishing touches have been set up. I am confused??? He grabs me, embraces me and smiles.
"Honey, I planned a special evening for us. I know you've been pissed at me for not telling you what I had planned, but I wanted to make this special for you." OK DIVA. Open mouth, insert foot. I am speechless. He assures me he is not mad and everything is ok. "Let's just enjoy the evening".
I am sitting with my back to the door. (In case you didn't know, southern chivalry dictates a woman 's back should be to the door, so the man can see what is going on, so he can handle anything that comes through. but that has nothing to do with this dinner.) Midway through dinner a strange man walks up behind me and puts his arms around my shoulder and whispers in my ear " I have something special for you beautiful." I look at my sweetie, he smiles, and Mystery Man starts to sing Ribbon In the Sky by Stevie Wonder. I am speechless again. I had been speechless a lot that day. Those of you that know me know I don't get speechless easily, but my Sweetie was working his magic big time.
By the time Mystery Man finishes the song. I am crying, the server is crying, all the ladies in the restaurant are crying. Hell, the cook was probably back there crying and grilling lobster. "I've been planning this all week baby. I've been trying to find him for you all week, and I just got everything worked out at the last minute. This is one of my friends from college. He is a professional singer now, and I didn't want anyone but him to serenade you. I just want you to know how much you mean to me and how much I appreciate having you in my life."
A perfectly good make-up job is wasted now. I am sure mascara is all the way down to my chin by now. The water works are in full force. And it wasn't one of those pretty hankie in the corner of your eye crys either. Y'all I had snot and drool and all. He just holds me and kisses me, and looks into my eyes, and said," I have something else for you".
Another mystery man rounds the corner with the most beautiful divalicious bouquet of flowers. These are for you too Beautiful. He introduces Mystery Man 2 as another friend from college. The Mystery Men leave and we are alone.
"You did all this for me?"
"Yes"
I melted. I am still melting. I don't ever want to stop melting. I want to dance at this ball forever and I never want to take off these glass slippers.
Y'all I have been through some stuff in my life. I know God loves me and I know he knows all the desires of my heart, and I know he will give them all to me. I know there are some parts of me that have been broken, and though many of them are healed, there are still a few cracks and missing pieces here and there. I don't know if this man is The One, but he has surely given me a glimpse of what God has in store for me.
I thank God and Dr. Houston for my new life. As sad as it is to admit, a lot of the things I am experiencing in my life would likely not have happened when I was 330+. My FAT was keeping me form the life God had in store for me. Not just the physical FAT, but the FAT clogging my spirit. I feel a new freeness, like a bird that has been let out of her cage. I am blessed, and NOW I feel free to receive all those blessings.
God Is Good. Life is Good. And tonight, I am dancing in glass slippers, and catching falling stars, and waiting, anticipating, the next blessing God has in his storehouse for his Little Diva.
~LaShelle
Lashelle, I am in tears reading your post. I can't think of any other person who is more deserving! I know that God has even bigger and brighter things in store for you!! God is amazin! Enjoy da ride!
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Girl BIGGER and BETTER things are in store for both of us. I know when we are going through some things it seems like all hope is lost and your whole world is torn apart, but God always has a plan. And even when it does not seem like it, he is working it out in YOUR favor.
Remember the scripture I shared with you:
Hebrews 10:9 Then said he, Lo, I come to do thy will, O God. He takes away the first, that he may ESTABLISH THE SECOND.
Whatever loss we have, whether it be a broken relationship, a job loss, lost finances... God is just removing that part of your life to make room for something better. You are God's favorite baby girl, and He loves you and wants you to only have the BEST. If you lose something or someone in your life, know that he is not taking it from you just for the sake of removing. It is part of his plan.
So, embrace your losses with optimism and joy because a new beginning and a new day is around the corner waiting for you.
Girlfriend that is awesome!! You are right God does have so many great things in store for us all. We just need to recognize them when they come, and know it is truly ok to except them.
You deserve the best and should NEVER EXCEPT LESS!!
Hugs,
Ginger
P.S. Hope you can make it to support group Thursday night so I can personally give you that hug!
You deserve the best and should NEVER EXCEPT LESS!!
Hugs,
Ginger
P.S. Hope you can make it to support group Thursday night so I can personally give you that hug!
Open RNY 3/27/01 400 lbs - 170lb. Please visit my blog at www.gingerrock.blogspot.com. You can also find me on facebook www.facebook.com/GingerRock and Twitter www.twitter.com/GingerRock
~Ginger~ 
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