Thanks so much to Nikki at Undiagnosed Warrior for this nomination! If you, or someone you know, struggles with chronic illness – one that frustrates the medical community in the diagnosis and/or treatment – this is one of the many blogs you should be reading, because you’ll find someone who understands. (You should follow all the blogs on the nominations list, too. Because I only read awesome stuff.)
The Rules: Answer 10 questions, and then nominate 7 other bloggers for this award (asking them to complete these 10 questions, too.)
First, the questions:
Why do you have a blog?
My first post goes into more detail on why I started writing, but here’s a summary:
I started this blog a few months ago as a “brain dump.” I was in a pretty dark place with my “food issues” (let’s be real here – it’s an eating disorder, even if I’m not hooked up to an IV at the moment, right?); I was suffering some spiritual attacks from my spouse; and then my dad nearly died and I was quickly sucked into a whirlpool of self-destruction and I couldn’t keep my head above water anymore.
So I committed to getting well. As part of that, I needed a safe place to let my brain work out what was really bothering me – after all, it’s never really TRULY about the food. And now, a few months later, I’m not entirely sure what “well” will look like – but things look markedly less bleak from this end. And when the shadows do come, they don’t stay for quite as long.
I think that’s progress.
What inspires you the most?
Wow, great question. I think, sadly, I’m often inspired (or, rather, motivated) by success – or by the ability to stay in control. (Hello, part of the problem, maybe?)
But I’m also inspired by the incredible beauty in nature.
Favorite animal and why?
I’m two cats shy of Crazy Cat Lady status. I have three. In true CCL form, let me talk about them a little too much:
This is Carrot. (Because how cool is it to have an orange cat named Carrot?) (Yes, I know. I don’t make my bed. Judge if you must. Just not gonna happen.)
I got him in 2005; he was two or three at the time and his past four owners had…died. I was newly divorced, had relocated for a job, and wanted a “forever friend” – so we rescued each other. (Aw. Barf.)
He’s my intuitive cat; he comes to me when I need emotional support. This one seems to be a thinker. The hubs tells me “there’s a lot going on in that cat’s head.” You can see it when you look at him, ya know? He’s also the only cat in the house without an eating disorder.
Then we have Eileen – Lena for short. BECAUSE SHE ONLY HAS THREE LEGS. (I kill me.) Lena is sometimes referred to as “the fat sack of basement hate.” She HATES, with a fiery passion, our other cats. She’s always hissing at our 3rd cat (to be fair, he is quite literally sniffing up her butt much of the time; I’d hiss too.) She loves people, though, and will snuggle and purr for weeks at a time.
In addition to being obese, she’s also bulimic. She binge-eats when she can get away with it, and on many a morning, I wander into the basement and stumble upon the aftereffects of Barfageddon. (Note – Baby wipes do a nice job spot-cleaning carpet. You’re welcome.)
Oh, and I’d say she’s as dumb as a post….but no post ever insulted ME, so I won’t go there. Sweet purring ball of fur….nobody home when the doorbell rings. Complete and total mental vacancy. Intellectual abyss.
And then we have….Oliver.
Oliver is also obese. Of no help to his appearance is that he has a disproportionately small head. But he’s totally adorable.
He’s kind of…special. On one hand, he’s the only cat that I was able to teach tricks to – he can sit up and beg for treats. But then on the other hand, simple devices like doors completely baffle him. In his mind, doors are push, not pull. ALWAYS. He’s locked himself into many a bathroom when the door was open….<push> <click>
Oh, and on more than one occasion, we’ve come home to find that he literally could NOT find his way out of a paper bag – he’d have his legs stuck in the handles, flying around the room with the bag flapping and crackling like a has-been super hero cape.
Oh, and (TMI WARNING: If you’re easily grossed out, and/or you don’t think puke is funny, skip ahead.) He thinks Lena is a vending machine. He hears her starting to gag (which sounds like “bluck, bluck, bluck, bluckbluckblubulck <splat>) and he comes running like an overzealous janitor to perform Cleanup in Aisle 5. WARM MOIST TREAT TIME! YUMMO. It’s disgusting…and hilarious.
(OK, squeamish delicate types can resume reading now.)
What is your favorite color?
Orange – no question. (I’ll bet you intuitive types have figured that out.) I’m told that this is unusual….but I love the bright, optimistic energy of a rich orange. Fall leaves and orange lilies are my favorites! (Which explains my profile picture. We went out on a sunny day with a camera seeking the perfect shade of orange and came back with over 100 shots of trees and leaves!)
Do you prefer the ocean or mountains?
That’s a tough one. I don’t like to be cold and I don’t care for sand. But both are truly soothing to the soul, and I always feel refreshed and re-energized when I go.
Honestly, I think I just like really big rocks. (That sounds dirty, but trust me, I mean it in a nature-y way. Which still sounds dirty. Never mind. NEXT QUESTION.)
Tea or coffee?
HOW IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION. COFFEECOFFEECOFFEECOFFEE
Actually, to be fair, I HAVE cut back considerably. I only have ONE cup of coffee a day now. (Yes, it holds 24 ounces. It STILL COUNTS AS ONE CUP. SHUT UP. I NEED IT.)
I drink it black, because anything else isn’t coffee, it’s dessert. Plus, I don’t want the metabolism of sugar and cream to slow down the slap-yo-momma-HELLO jolt I get from my morning cup of personality. (And OK, yeah, calories are an issue, obviously. So I drink it black and look like a badass.)
After my AM coffee, I do switch to herbal decaf tea, and I do like it. Sleep is often elusive, so I cut out the caffeine after noon.
How many languages can you speak?
Before coffee? Caveman. After? Much closer to English.
What made you happy today?
This year, the hubs and I bought some Adirondack chairs for the yard – for the sole purpose of sitting outside and reading.
I spent some time today doing just that. How can this view make you feel anything but joy and peace? I mean – look at that sky:
Usually, it’s one where I’m not prepared for something. Like, college starts tomorrow, and I haven’t registered for classes, nor found a place to live. Or I have my senior recital tomorrow, and I haven’t finalized the songs, OR the program, and don’t have an accompanist yet.
Wait. What?
Oh. You mean my personal wish-for dream. Okay. I want to win Powerball. The first thing I would do? Take my alarm clock out to the driveway and back over it repeatedly with my truck. Then I’d learn how to play guitar and I’d perform in coffeehouses singing folk songs and ballads and donate the money to charity. Would I quit my job? Not actively, but after a few days, I bet they figure it out. 😉
What is your favorite food?
Pizza is the shiz-bomb-dealio. END OF DISCUSSION.
Oh, and to be PERFECTLY CLEAR – it has to be “real” pizza. None of this arugula, water chestnut, pineapple, and broccoli crap. That is NOT pizza. That is disappointment pie, and we are NOT having any of THAT in THIS HOUSE.
Red sauce (or white, I’m all about diversity!), cheese (do not even THINK of messing with this) and a host of other toppings will work. But don’t be going freak show on my pizza. I will get REAL ugly up in your oven, yo.
Aaaaand my seven nominations:
karmasarma (love her drawings!)
Mermaid in a Mudslide (love the variety)
Remember the Good Stuff (very uplifting)
The Persistent Platypus (I keep saying this – contagious energy)
Living with Confidence (great messages, makes me think)
Fixed on the Son (I love her look and her energy)
Living to Thrive (Positivity with chronic illness)
Thank you all for being an inspiration in so many ways! Hugs, love, glitter. Barf. 🙂
Omg I just read this and I laughed so hard!!!! Awesome post about the cats. So funny! Thank you 🙂
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