little red house at least is making me functional

I realize that the dream of owning that house, believing it is already a done deal except the worldly formalities, has rescued me and my dogs. Rescued, I say. literally. Ok, so the state I've been in has been so bad I can't focus, can't interact with others, can't interface with the dogs except at the most basic level, and was neglecting everything. I was incapacitated to a high degree.
Then I saw that house.Well, I realized an apartment is not going to work, if it can even happen. THEN I saw it. I knew there's not a snowball's chance in california that I could buy a small house on property if small ones even still exist. Everything is either a condo, no pets, or a mcmansion. And the yard work. Nope, nuh uh.I may require the separation but I am NOT up to the yard work.
Well anyway, once I latched onto this I felt happy again. Now I"m affectionate with the dogs. I got a resume built. I'm getting funded for the IATSE course, and it may include food support. I've got a social worker appointment. Etc.
Oh and the resumes. Damn I'm proud. The full color portfolio part gives it some zuzh but then I did the extra. No, not the custom font on the cover letter. More. I bound them. I made a bunch of holes, reinforced with hole stickers, and then blanket stitched each one together like a book. Yep. I did that. Then, because that isn't really fancy at all, the handspun wool looks rather plain, it's in a glittery brocade and velvet style wallpaper envelope made from a sample book. Hehehe Five of them, all packed up pretty. Recloseable, the way I designed them, with my business card making the latch so they know what it is when they forget. Just taped together like a christmas present but it looks hella special. I can't wait to have someone to give it to! Now I wait, I guess?
My fasting is going poorly now. I've reached the point where my body has to eat itself and I am lagging in will to suffer. I get a good day, then a day of eating things, maybe the whole day's calories, and my weight is going the wrong way. From 122 to 125. Today is no better. I picked up things, blew out the credit card, and included impulse buys of calories. Which I can already tell will not be rationed over the next few, but consumed whole today. And tomorrow I do laundry and will cheat again because I do that.
So that's frustrating but believable. 
But at least finally someone is meeting up with me anyway. 
How do people make people prioritize them anyway? What's the secret? How do I get the attention I deserve?

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