Well, I've done it.
It's now no longer an open secret, it's out there and anyone interested is free to start calling my sanity into question.
Last night I finally told my PARENTS I'm planning on joining the USAF (Air Force, woo!). Things effectively went as planned- very serious and disapproving lecturing from my father questioning the rational of my desire, but ultimately acknowledging that it is *my* decision as an adult. My mom was much more unexpected. There was no flailing or arguing, just initially quiet denial, and as a I prodded her to talk with me about it (more worried about how she'll take it than anyone), we were able to have a discussion, and when I told her how eager I was for it at the end of our conversation about the possibilities and things I can and will be able to do with my life, she said "I guess I'm actually eager about it for you to- but I'm not going to be excited, I always worry." God, I love my mom. I'm sure there will still be more to this- further arguments or such as things get more real- as I move through the process. I shocked them a little, and my father did something oddly similar when I decided to move out back when I was 18... randomly started getting pissed and fighting with me about totally asinine and obscure shit the closer we got to my move date. We shall see, but there we have it. Just have to break the news to my beloved in-laws now, and it's pretty much OUT there...
today I weighed myself for the first time in days: 150.5... 5.5 lbs to go.
Last night I finally told my PARENTS I'm planning on joining the USAF (Air Force, woo!). Things effectively went as planned- very serious and disapproving lecturing from my father questioning the rational of my desire, but ultimately acknowledging that it is *my* decision as an adult. My mom was much more unexpected. There was no flailing or arguing, just initially quiet denial, and as a I prodded her to talk with me about it (more worried about how she'll take it than anyone), we were able to have a discussion, and when I told her how eager I was for it at the end of our conversation about the possibilities and things I can and will be able to do with my life, she said "I guess I'm actually eager about it for you to- but I'm not going to be excited, I always worry." God, I love my mom. I'm sure there will still be more to this- further arguments or such as things get more real- as I move through the process. I shocked them a little, and my father did something oddly similar when I decided to move out back when I was 18... randomly started getting pissed and fighting with me about totally asinine and obscure shit the closer we got to my move date. We shall see, but there we have it. Just have to break the news to my beloved in-laws now, and it's pretty much OUT there...
today I weighed myself for the first time in days: 150.5... 5.5 lbs to go.