sBRING It–ShayLoss Diet Bet Challenge

How many times does a person have to start and stop again? I don’t know, but at least I’m not the only one. If nothing else, I’d rather start and stop and start again than quit forever. While I was catching up on my YouTube subscriptions on Tuesday, I realized that ShayCarl and HiImRawn were starting up a new DietBet challenge and beginning to train for a marathon. It was, again, perfect timing for me to also start again with weight loss. This video was great to remind me that it’s okay to begin again.

No matter how well I do, no matter how much weight I lose, I always seem to gain back to the same place. I forever fluctuate between 212-215 when I gain it back. All I want is to be under 200 pounds. Obviously, I don’t want it ENOUGH or I would buckle down and be there. But it all has to do with priorities. Because of my work schedule, my priorities have been eating whatever food I can whenever I can. If I can eat it in a 15 minute break without much effort, it goes in my body. Whatever is quick to eat when I get home or before I leave, I’ll eat it. And no matter how much walking I do in the parks and at work, it’s not going to change the fact that I’m eating like shit. And one apple here and there doesn’t make enough of a difference.

I haven’t gone running, and that’s going to hurt me. The excuse is that I’m embarrassed. I’m embarrassed to leave and have to explain to my roommates what I’m doing, I’m embarrassed to be seen huffing and puffing, and I’m embarrassed passing/being passed by others walking and running along the same pathway. I’m also so used to running at night, but I’m afraid to here. The area I live in is nice, but I also feel like it would be perfect to target girls by themselves if someone were to want to snatch someone up. Someone could snatch me up anywhere, so why am I afraid of it here when every apartment complex has security guards that I could run up to? (Oh yeah, because the security guards would probably do nothing and there’s that one who’s super creepy) I don’t know. It’s a stupid excuse that doesn’t deserve to be an excuse.

I have the Expedition Everest 5k next Saturday. We’ll use that as a slap to the face reminding me to get my running together before Tower of Terror in October. Not only that, but I so badly want to do the Princess Half Marathon in February. Piper and I have to do that together! I have the mindset to WANT to be a runner, but don’t actually have the get-up-and-go to do it. Why is that? Where is my drive?

So I joined the newest Diet Bet, weighing in at 214.8 pounds. I need to lose down to 206.2 in order to win. In a month, this is doable. But is keeping it off?

When it comes to eating right, I’m fine during the day. It’s at night that my tummy gets the rumblies that only hands can satisfy. I walk in the door and engulf anything edible in my path and completely ruins the good that I did that day. That’s the biggest thing I’m going to have to train myself to do this time around–stop the mindless eating. It’s 100% doable; I’ve done it before, I can do it again. 
I miss how I felt last summer when I was doing so well. I want to feel like that again. 

Welcome to My Normal

It’s really amazing how normal my life feels. Walking down Main Street at Midnight because I can, running to EPCOT for lunch, seeing a movie at Downtown Disney, making a day of Universal Studios. Every bit of this is my norm now. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would (basically) live at the Magic Kingdom. It’s been three months, and every day I can’t get over how amazingly blessed I am to be living my dreams at Walt Disney World.

It makes me really sad for those who are miserable being here. First of all, life is too short to hate your job. And second of all, of all the jobs to be miserable at, Walt Disney World isn’t the place for that. I know plenty of people who do nothing but complain about working here. They exude negativity, and guests notice. I will NEVER be a Cast Member who has to work at WDW. I will forever be a Cast Member who gets paid to play at Magic Kingdom and make great memories for families on vacation. 
Being a pirate isn’t a job. It’s a lifestyle. 
It’s true. But seriously, even on days where “work” is hard, I don’t have to force myself out of the apartment to go to my job, because it isn’t a job to me. I have so much fun with my friends and guests and my leaders. I get my work done like I’m supposed to, but I love finding ways to make it enjoyable. Sweeping the queue isn’t all that fun and it makes me hate people who leave trash on the floor three feet away from a trash can. But I don’t care. Because being here means so much to me and I’ll never lose that. A lot of Cast Members either lost it a long time ago, or never got here with it. Some people deserve to be Cast Members, and others work here. There’s a huge difference. 
I will forever be a Cast Member. A Cast Member who never loses themselves in “working” but can’t wait to see what guests they can meet today. That’s the coolest part of my job: meeting different people every single day. Occasionally seeing the same person a time or two, but every day brings new “First Visits” and that makes me so excited to be a pirate. I get to experience families on their first visit to Walt Disney World and be a part of their vacation. I wish I knew why some Cast Members are so miserable. We work in the most Magical Place on Earth. We are so lucky to be here in this “normal” that some people may only get to experience once in their lives, or may never get to experience. I love sharing my “normal” with them. 

Missed Chances.

Fun welcome-to-my-life story.

Friday night I went to Downtown Disney to see Captain America. I was actually going to meet a friend, Matt, and two of his friends at the Fork and Screen at 11, so I was killing time at World of Disney until then. About 15 minutes before the movie was to start, I headed back to the theater. Firstly, I assumed that the AMC regular theater and the Fork and Screen were in the same location, just different sides. Nope. But more on that.

As I’m walking, three guys about my age were in front of me having a very in-depth discussion/argument on Disney Princesses. They were talking about the “Core Seven” and how Mulan is too bad-ass she doesn’t even need to be a princess, etc. I butt in and tell them I’m digging their conversation and after talking, realize they are also going to see Captain America. The one I talked to most on the walk back to AMC was wearing a Captain America hoodie from Hot Topic, which was of course adorable, and we talked about other Marvel movies and things we’re excited to see in theaters. I asked if they were from the area or just visiting, and hoodie guy says he’s not from Florida, but is going to school here. We all finally introduced ourselves and found out their names were Keegan (21), Will (22), and Nick(25), and they all go to Full Sail University in Winter Park.

I get a text from Matt that he’s at the lobby by Planet Hollywood, which was my first realization that there are two separate theaters. The movie we were planning on seeing started RIGHT THEN and I just decided since I was at the wrong one to just go home. So I told my new friends, “Nice to meet you, but I guess I’m not seeing it tonight since I’m at the wrong place.” But Keegan invited me to see it with them instead and see the midnight showing. I agreed to walk around DTD with them and hang out, so I texted Matt. Mid-text he walks up and I break the news that I’m ditching him. Poor guy, his other friends had ditched him too. But I invited him to just go to the 12:00 showing instead, but he declined. I’d spent all day with him in the parks, so I didn’t feel as bad as I should have.

So, me and my new friends wander around DTD for about 45 minutes, I find out about what they’re studying: music production, animation, and all kinds of other things that I find attractive. I told them about working at Disney. All three of them were extremely nice, and reminded me of my friends from high school. It was as if I were hanging out with Asher, Connor, and Jacob. Just their personalities and interests were very similar. Plus, they were super-cute.

We go to the movie and I sit in between Keegan and Will. Keegan is a massive comic book geek person, adding to the already-adorableness. So he had a lot of information I didn’t know because I know nothing about the Marvel comic world. The movie was FANTASTIC and I was glad I didn’t poop out and go home like I almost had.

After the movie ends, I’m begging in my head for ONE of them to ask me for my number. ANY OF THEM (preferably Keegan or Will, but I would have been okay with Nick, too.) Or at least Facebook. Nothing. It probably didn’t help that Matt had shown up earlier, so maybe they thought we were together. I don’t know. But come on. I saw a movie with them. I wouldn’t ditch someone I was seeing to go to a movie with three rand-o’s.  They had parked over by Marketplace and I had parked behind Cirque, so I thanked them for letting me see the movie with them and that it was nice meeting them, still hoping for something. Keegan hugged me and said, “Maybe we’ll see you around!” I said, “Probably not…” still hinting that they had no way of contacting me. Will gave me a REALLY good hug, like dang. And the more I think about it the sadder I am that *I* didn’t just man-up and ask for their numbers or last names or something.

It’s not like if I meet a Cast Member. If I know their first name and work location, I can find that on the Hub within seconds (don’t ask how many times I’ve done it). I’ve kicked myself over it for two days now, because I’m so disappointed that I didn’t take the initiative and just do it myself. I’m too old-fashioned and hate the idea of a girl making the first move. I’m not that much of a feminist. But Friday night I wish I had. Even if nothing came of it, I enjoyed hanging out with them and wish the friendship could have continued but I have no way of ever seeing them again. I’m also not going to deny that I looked under ‘Missed Connections’ on Craigslist just in case. I’d never post one there, but I thought just maybe.

So, life lesson learned: even if it isn’t flirty, GET PEOPLE’S NUMBERS. Or Facebook. Or Instagram. Just SOMETHING to be able to contact them. Because I could have missed out on something and now I’ll never know. Damn it. Because they were all straight.

Awkwardly Meeting Internet Friends

When I first knew I would be coming to the DCP, I went on a follow spree on social media and I now have a lot of friends who I’ve never met. Most of them I’ve never even talked to. If anything, I might have liked a few tweets or statuses but that’s it. I still feel like I know these people, though, and if I see them working I feel the need to approach them and creepily tell them my life story. Each interaction goes something like this:

“Hey! I think we’re friends on Facebook!”
“…Are we?”
“Yeah! I’m Hannah Jackson!”
“Oh. Okay, I think I recognize you!”
“Yeah! Okay…well…I’m gonna go now.”

Sometimes I’m too nervous to talk to them, so instead I stand at an awkward distance and Facebook them later saying, “Hey, so, awkward, but I just saw you working but didn’t want to bother you so I didn’t say hi. But hi.”

It’s usually the cute boys that I can’t go up to them and actually talk. If I did, it would end up something like this:

At the same time, I hate when people message me and say, “I think I see you working all the time!” And I say, “Well why haven’t you ever said hi?!?!” Because there are some people who don’t post pictures of themselves, and their profile picture is a Disney character, so I have no way of recognizing them or I totally would say something. 
So, the moral of the story is, COME UP TO ME AND SAY, “HEY, WE FOLLOW EACH OTHER ON TWITTER. HEY GIRL, HEY.” And I’ll get real excited and it will make my whole day. 
Also, if you take a selfie with me at work and I tell you I expect to see it on Instagram HASHTAG PIRATE LIFE, you’d better hashtag pirate life. Don’t just keep the selfie for yourself. I’ve had TWO guests take pictures with me and I’ve seen nothing. Come on. It’s the least you can do. 
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