UP week 16

It's a joke now folks. Why post my weight each week or pretend that this is a weight loss blog. It's a Melissa's heart and soul blog; my thoughts and secrets, worries and concerns, gratitude and triumph. I need to get healthy but not just with my body, I need to clear my mind of its cobwebs and all the things that continue to drag me down. This baggage I speak of isn't just one person or one incident, it's a truck load of junk that I hold onto for no apparent reason other than to torture myself. Little by little, I have let this publication be my voice and I intend to continue with that because it has helped me a great deal, to go back and reread my posts.

This week has been difficult and the weather did not help. Whenever the temperature swings drastically, up or down, I get terrible pressure headaches. The theme this week was the word 'NO'. We tried to be a guarantor on an extension of credit application for one of our suppliers at work and they said NO. We tried to appeal the decision to become a Host Family to a Foreign Exchange Student and they said NO. We tried to get a second opinion on our property tax bill since we are being charged as a 'vacation home/rental' owner and they said NO (unless we want to pay $50 to apply to be heard in court - again). You know, on second thought, the theme was not 'NO' it was 'you're not American'. The reason we couldn't be a guarantor was because we're not American. The reason couldn't be a Host family is because we're not American. The reason we are being taxed as a vacation/rental property is because we're not American. I joked with my mother-in-law yesterday that I didn't see or hear the Chinese balloon being shot down because I'm not American 😅 (I was at home and thought I heard some sort of commotion at the neighbors house, Kev was at the shop and he said it sounded like someone ran their vehicle into the building). Americans are very kind to us and accepting of our status as Canadians who live and work here legally but the truth is, we are very obviously on the outside looking in. We are doing everything by the book and we knew coming into this that we are immigrants to this country, but we were naive to think that the only thing we wouldn't be able to do is vote. I know how negative I sound and if I'm being honest, its more disappointment than anything else. We are happy to be here for as long as we are allowed. I am choosing to go into this week with hope. Hope that things will come together at work. Hope that the weather will stay steady. Hope that our immigration lawyer has a plan for us. Hope that I can make good food choices. Hope that I don't drive my husband completely insane with my incessant chatter 🤪