Oklahoma- what a trip! So much to say in such little space, so lemme’ just get started...
Hey Teresa, if you’re gonna have a conversation at the breakfast table in front of every person in the house, you’re inviting everyone to be a part of it. If you want the matter to stay private, don’t talk about it in public. It’s actually pretty simple. Phew...I’m glad I got that out of the way!
Oh, wait, one more thing, girlfriend. There’s a big difference between sticking up for someone and kissing their ass. Melissa wasn’t even in the van with us when I offered my opinion. Unless she’s got superpowers I don’t think she heard what I was telling you, so I’m not sure how that even makes sense. And I’m still not sure why you needed a liaison, to begin with. Two adults (you and Joe) can have a conversation without a middleman. Calling it ass kissing is a convenient way of tossing aside someone else’s opinion. But you can call it whatever makes you feel better. I say what I believe, and I’m not scared of anyone.
I know Teresa was in a tough spot and probably felt vulnerable and a little heated. And I’m absolutely sure she was being a great daughter and only wanted the best for her dad. I’m just saying that if you don’t want my opinion, talk about it in private. I promise I’m not busting in on anyone’s closed door to offer my two cents.
Back to Oklahoma...Polly was the most welcoming host, her house was gorgeous and she treated us all like family. It was a very authentic experience all around. Even sharing a room with a new friend (Melissa) and sleeping in a twin bed was fun. Speaking of blast, did you catch me shooting that gun? Did you catch me hitting that target? Yeah, you did!
I’m a little embarrassed that the world saw my messy suitcase. I honestly try so hard to pack neatly but the second I go to find one thing my whole suitcase gets turned upside down! I think Melissa was horrified. HELP!!
Finally, in this episode, I discuss my eating disorder, which I battled for a decade. I struggled with anorexia for many years and starved myself down to skin and bones. I didn’t think I’d ever talk about it publicly, not because I was ashamed, but because I recovered and didn’t feel the need to bring it up. But when I saw Teresa bringing her own food to the dinner Polly had prepared, I had flashbacks to all the times I brought my own food to restaurants (so I could control every last calorie). I got chills and suddenly my mouth opened and the words came out. I’m so glad that happened because if my story helps even one person, I’d tell it a thousand times over. You can read about my struggle with anorexia and how I overcame it here.
There’s more Oklahoma to come, so keep your s*** kickers on and saddle up! It’s gonna be quite a ride.