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I am aware that I am very late to the party (10 years late in fact), but I'm sharing this anyway because it makes me laugh until I cry. Things that make one laugh should be shared.

Lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink.

A real post!! Sort of.... 
As always, I feel like a bad blogger. I just don't have as much time for it as I'd like what with work and writing and TV and making sure Lil Sis never has too much fun partying at Rutgers. 

Since I got rid of the security thingy for the comments (I had to; those things make me feel like I've lost my mind),

I've been getting a lot of spam comments. Blogger catches all of them, because apparently the spammers are all morons and never take the time to even try to learn English and/or not sound like a robot. Usually it's something like this:

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and then a link to some website

Today brought my favourite one ever:

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Umm what

Their link is for some site that sells recommendations on penny stocks. Armed with that single piece of intelligible information, I will now translate what these people are trying to say:

Dear Potential Customer,

Google (also known as The Oracle) has predicted that if you remain in a horizontal position in an unspecified far away hiding spot, you will achieve your ultimate dream of getting Slaveless Skin. Unfortunately, your resulting high social status won't be much use to you because you will age 60 years overnight and all your brain functions will shut down.

I don't know why we're levitating; just go with it. And those are the slaves falling off, in case you couldn't tell. 

 Also say goodbye to your timeshared beach property, because the combined forces of the London Stock Exchange and BP are going to hypnotize you and convince you to hand over your now super-powered beach property to Hera, Queen of the Gods, who is going to sell said property in order to fund the self-publishing of her upcoming book--The Germane Guide to the Most Expensive Teeny Disasters in United States History.

On an unrelated note, God approves of Ben Bernanke's opinion on the US's next attempt at economic stimulation, even though this attempt will inevitably lead to the apocalypse. In fact, God visited our management office the other day, and the administrative offices, which are across the hall from management, to congratulate us on the millions of bears currently employed by our company. Even though we admit they are somewhat ineffectual at their jobs, every single one of those bears could crush your skull with their incredible grip.

[The following sentence is vulgar and I refuse to translate it.]

By using our products and services, the Elves have now assumed control over all of the Asian Nations. Their golf course is glorious.

I hope all of you in the US have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Mine should be interesting, as Stepmom has decided we're going out to eat (which is the holiday-heresy equivalent of burning down a church while wearing a Satan costume and having an orgy in the church's front garden) because apparently she doesn't feel like shopping/cooking/cleaning. And apparently she feels that Big Sis#2 and I are too incompetent to do it ourselves because there was no discussion of possible alternatives. Oh and also apparently Big Sis#2's incompetence merits Stepmom inviting her and then UNINVITING her to dinner, so now Big Sis#2 is not speaking to Dad or Stepmom and can you tell how totally awesome and exciting Thanksgiving is going to be this year because I sure can and let me tell you I am super stoked. 

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Have a biscuit, Potter.

A short update, because that last post was kind of dramatic. 


I'm having a rough start this Monday. The time change didn't make much of a difference to my morning, because even though I was tired and even though I took my normal dose of sleepies last night, I did not get any sleep. At all. 


My step-siblings are here. All three of them. Grendel & co. were up binge drinking and making a HUGE bloody racket until 5.00 this morning. And in their drunken stupors, they forgot to take all their stuff from the kitchen when they eventually slithered off to bed. This morning on the counter, I found a load of paperwork on how to put someone into a senior home and have it paid through Medicare or Medicaid, which means the step-sibs plan to have step-dad shipped off somewhere asap so they can go forward with their plans to take my house. How do I know that's their plan? Welllllll, along with all the medicaid/senior home stuff, I also found two different CMA's for MY HOUSE. 
>:(


...I can't even talk about this fully right now; it's just too headachy. So instead I shall discuss something more positive. 


Although I would very much like to go about getting deliciously evil revenge on vitamin*-nemesis, I have decided to cut my losses and move on. 


Because I am quitting the vitamins*. For good. 


It's strange how something can start so small, and before you know it or even realize it, you're stuck in this awful, repetitive, completely self-destructive behavior pattern. And you feel trapped in it. Like there's no possible light if you ever manage to crawl out of that tunnel. 


I had a similar "epiphany" last night as I did that time in December, when I made my largest step forward with ED recovery. (And oddly enough, last night I was also watching Lord of the Rings...). One of those "OMG how the hell did it come to this?!?" kind of moments. 


So I went through my bedroom, dug out every last vitamin*, and flushed all of them down the toilet. 


And afterwards, it honestly felt like a huge weight was lifted off my chest. 


So that's why there will probably be no revenge. I want nothing more to do with vitamin*-nemesis; and I want nothing more to do with vitamins*. It might be hellish for the first week or two, getting back to exercising without them, but I'm not going to give in. Every ache and every drop of sweat will be proof that I've given it up. I'd rather feel the aches than feel nothing, and that's really all that the vitamins* do--it's a way of completely numbing yourself to the world. And I'm sick of being numb. 


Hope you all have a nice start of the week! Every single one of you deserves nice, happy days and don't you ever forget it. ♥

He's a good man. And thorough.

Not much to report on this end...... I am currently a slave to Downton Abbey. Actually waiting for the season 2 finale to load so I can watch it before I go to bed. I've been neglecting blogger again, but I shall try my best to catch up with all you wonderful people this week. To make up for my lack of bloggering, everyone on my mailing list shall receive something nice over the next week and a half or so, for St. Paddy's Day. :D


In other news, everyone in my house is sick, and everyone at work is sick (colds, bronchitis, sinus infections...). I have not fallen prey to any disease as of yet (::knockonwood::), although my nose is permanently cranky since we have the heat on most of the time. 'Tis currently slathered in baby bum cream. 

stylin'!

I received a lovely package of goodies from Désespérée de Maigrir--a nice little collection of tea, some lip balm, and DELICIOUS strawberry jam. I made a snack of it this evening with melted peanut butter and ice cream.
This, my friends, is what PMS looks like:

I 'spose I should give a brief update of how things are going in the ED recovery department.... 
At the moment, it's going pretty well. I've had good and bad days, but as time goes on, the bad days become fewer and fewer. I have thrown myself into my fiction writing, and that helps immensely. At the moment, the fairy book is in the process of final editing and illustration, book 3 is nearing completion, and I have made a good start on book 4. 


With my mind focusing on all that, I can honestly say that most days I just don't care about the ED stuff. I eat when I'm hungry, I allow myself the occasional junky food and don't feel guilty about it, and I think I'm maintaining my weight. I have no idea what that weight actually is, as I have not stepped on the scale since around Christmas, but I still fit comfortably in my 0 and 00 trousers, so I'm guessing around 105-108. And right now, that means nothing to me. So yeah, recovery is going well. 




....On a less happy note, my cat had a rather bad trip to the vet recently (for her annual checkup). The vet says she has an enlarged thyroid, but that it's likely caused by a thyroid issue that'll be easy to medicate once it's diagnosed. In order to diagnose it properly, Callisto needs blood work, but since she has a heart murmur that is now an arrhythmia, and an anger management/anxiety problem, she needs to be sedated for things like blood work.

This means that the blood work is going to cost about $500.00.

I do not have $500.00. I have of course started saving with each paycheck, but I don't really make a lot of money and I have rather a lot of bills, so the saving is not going too well.

With that in mind, I have started up an internet shop: I'm selling mugs now with some of my pictures from this blog. More shall be added soon, and I shall also take requests for other mug designs. I might put some of the pictures from the LotR post up on mugs, but they'll probably be limited edition because I have a feeling those could get me sued... 

Kitty says buy mugs!!

I was there the day the strength of Men failed.

Sometimes when I'm watching telly or a film, there are events in the plots that irritate me because they could easily have been avoided. Now I know the obvious issue with that statement is that if events had unfolded differently and more efficiently, there probably wouldn't be a film or tv program about it in the first place, but still......

What I'm trying to say here is that Elrond is an @s$hole, and EVERY SINGLE BAD THING that happens in Lord of the Rings is his fault. The whole messy business of the one ring--Gondor being without a king for centuries, Sauron re-rising as a bad dude, Frodo and Sam's near-death experience taking the ring to Mordor, Gollum becoming Gollum, and Bilbo's life being ruined forever; not to mention the deaths of Boromir, Theoden, and countless people of Middle Earth--ALL of it is Elrond's fault.

After the first war with Sauron, after Isildur cut the evil ring from the bad guy's hand, he and his buddy Elrond strolled over to Mount Doom to throw the ring back in the fire and be rid of its evil forever.

 and then, presumably,

umm, what?

What Elrond OBVIOUSLY should have done:

Problem solved.

The praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards.

Some anonymous comment replies, before I forget...


Pogo - Palestrina was indeed the inspiration for Hallestrina's name. I like the way it sounds. :D
And thanks for the art-love, and the defense of my art work. You are a treasure. <3


Spooky's Darling - We thought of including Boromir, but in the end we only knew of one actual person who favored Boromir over all the other characters, and his personality matched all the people who like Faramir best. (Which obviously makes ppl who like Boromir totally-super-awesome [can you tell Faramir is my fav ever?]).


neverfit - You are correct. Eowyn kicks Arwen's @SS!! Especially since Arwen isn't even in the books hardly at all. 


Anonymous from the art post - Which art piece offended thee? The twins I did at age 17 without ever having any training whatsoever in art? Or should the tree made of wire perhaps have been made to scale? "Art" is what you make it, not what others tell you it is. And for the record, beginning anything with "no offense" when you know full well you are going to sound offensive just makes you sound uneducated. 


Sam, from the last post - Blogger won't let me look at your profile. :( Do you have a blog?


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Someone suggested I do a "day in the life of Mich" post. (In the suggestion box, which is now gone because I was having technical issues and it pissed me off so I deleted it.) My weekdays are pretty much all the same, so I wouldn't bother doing a weekday in the life of Mich (unless y'all really really want to be bored to death?). I thought of vlogging a Saturday, but I feel like I suck at vlogging. Plus I have ADD.

Weekends are tough for me because I'm pretty sure I do actually have ADD (Mum disagrees--she thinks adHd). At least on workdays, there are specific things I need to do and the rest of the day beyond time spent at work is mostly devoted to the gym and alternately watching TV and trying to sleep. That doesn't leave much time for boredom.

I can't handle boredom. That's kind of why I've never been a huge tv-watcher, other than a couple shows that come on at night. I can't watch tv in the middle of the day. Just can't do it. Days I'm not working, I generally bounce from one thing to the next without much of a predetermined plan. This can be a problem if I'm hanging out at a friend's house and my companions are sitting watching tv. I last maybe 10 minutes. 20 maximum.

 And then I'll start checking out the books on your shelf. And your movies.

I might admire your family photos. After I've explored your living room I'll go to the loo.

Don't get me wrong--I don't root through drawers and cabinets or anything; that would make me uncomfortable. :/ But I do love checking out other people's houses. I'm fascinated by them, because no two are alike and none of them are like mine. Idk how to explain it without seeming like a nosy creeper....... oh well.

So on my way back from the bathroom I'll take my time having a shifty at the rooms en route back to the tv. If I run into another member of the household, chances are I shan't return to the tv at all. Your mom and I will be bffs by the time the movie or tv show is over.

This behaviour is the reason I was often the favourite of other people's parents when I was in high school. ...That also may have had something to do with the fact that Mum never raised me to call people Mrs. or Mr. Whatever. I called all the adults in my life by their first names while most of the other kids stuck with Mr. and Mrs. 

Some parents got really bent out of shape about that. I remember a girl scout's meeting or something like that and I had to ask the troop leader a question. When I called her "Diane" (I was 7) she practically tore my head off.

. . . . . . . . . . . 

What was I talking about?

 . . . . . . . . . . . .

Oh yeah--Day in the Life of Mich. 

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This is why bird watching is a great hobby. If you have a bird feeder that you keep full and a birdbath next to it, it's like an ADD wet dream. The fun that comes from my attention span jumping from one activity to another without ever finishing anything...

can be had in one simple activity.

Oooo look, a frigginbird!

 FrigateBird, actually, but you get my point.

turn the volume way up, it's super budget




<3 !!!

I would not take this thing, if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory. No, I do not wish for such triumphs...

A friend and I had the most nerdalicious hour-long conversation EVER last night. We discussed how you can psychologically profile someone based on their favourite character in Lord of the Rings. As far as all the people we know, our conclusions are quite accurate (obvs with a couple exceptions). Here's what we came up with--

If your fav character is:

- Frodo - You are the everyman, humble but also courageous. You're probably the quiet type.

- Sam - Yeah we get it, everyone knows you're a great person and a really good friend, or at least you'd like everyone to think that. The sad truth of the matter is that people like Sam do not actually exist, but sure you're probably trying your best.

- Gollum - Put the drugs down.

- Eomer - You are probably a woman. Or maybe a gay man. (We don't wanna discriminate.) Whatever you are, you appreciate very manly good-looking dudes, and your personality is probably of the Alpha persuasion.

- Legolas - You are definitely into dudes.

- Aragorn - You're probably male and you wish you rocked that hard. Too bad no one actually rocks that hard.

- Merry and/or Pippin - You're just all around awesome, and you enjoy the simple comforts in life. Mainly eating, drinking, and being merry.

- ...and if your fav is just Merry - Same as above, but you read the books before you saw the movies.

- Gandalf - You are a giant nerd and we salute you for it.

- Faramir - Congrats, you read all three books. You're also probably about as close in personality to Aragorn as any real human could hope to be; you just don't brag about it.

- Galadriel - You are strong with the Force. ...and you're probably kind of a weirdo.

- Arwen - You're a dude. If you're not a dude, you are a hopeless romantic, and you might want to try and accept the fact that you will never find anyone in real life as awesome as Aragorn. He just doesn't exist.

- Eowyn - You, m'lady, are more awesome than you think you are. Don't be so hard on yourself. ....You also might be a feminist.

 - Saruman - You're an asshole.

- Treebeard - Hippie!!

- Tom Bomadil - You rock harder than pretty much everyone, ever.

- Gimli - You like video games. A lot. (I disputed this, but since I couldn't think of anything else it stays...)

- The Mouth of Sauron - You laugh at innappropriate moments, are fluent in sarcasm, and you might be a sociopath.

- Theoden - Good job, you're a mature adult!

- That Drunk Hobbit at Bilbo's Birthday Party - You are the life and soul of everybody's party. 

Anyone like anime? These nearly decapitated me when they fell out of my closet. I'm pretty sure I stole them from someone...

...claimed on a first-come-first-serve basis. You can take all or a few. 

I ain't been droppin' no eaves sir, honest.

So I was watching Lord of the Rings last night (Fellowship of the Ring, extended version), and it got me thinking. In particular, the beginning with the hobbits got me thinking.

I identify with the hobbits. They're awesome. Sure the elves are all fancy and junk, but they seemed kind of stuffy and uptight. I would much rather be a hobbit.

And as I pondered that fanciful notion, I realized that I pretty much used to BE a hobbit before my eating issues took over every aspect of my life. I had always taken pleasures in simple comforts, and food used to be one of those. Not bingeing as I tend to do when I let myself eat a "normal" amount, but just taking pleasure in food. Eating what I want when I want. Cooking pretty much all the time just to play with flavours and try lots of new things. Having a piece of chocolate or some other sweet indulgence just because it tastes nice. I count alcohol in this as well. I miss being a beer snob, and appreciating expensive French wines. I miss doing all that and being happy with myself at the same time.

I WAS happy then, and one should be happy doing those sorts of things. There's nothing wrong with eating. NOTHING. There's nothing wrong with a BMI of 20.4. There's nothing wrong with weighing a 3-digit number.

I had a moment last night--it lasted maybe 30 seconds--in which all of this became so clear and simple that it felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off my chest. I felt like I could breathe again.

It didn't last, but that's not the point. The point is that it was there, and it existed for a long time before this disorder. Which means it can exist again.

It's like trying to remember a vivid dream hours after you've woken up: You get sudden glimpses of images from the dream and you have a vague memory of certain emotions that you can't really put into words, but it's all too hazy to really grasp it. It's getting harder and harder to remember, but you KNOW it was there.

I used to be happy.

So now I'm trying to force myself to stop and think. Why do I want to lose more weight? Why, deep down, do I want to look like a chemo patient? I won't be pretty--no one is pretty when they look sick. And I most certainly won't be happy. That "woohoo!" feeling of watching numbers drop on the scale rarely ever lasts more than an hour or so after the weigh-in. Instead, I'm just back to being miserable.

I'm sick of hating myself. SICK OF IT.

So am I giving Recovery a proper try? (Again?) Maybe I shouldn't call it "recovery," because by now I really hate that word. Instead, I'm going to try Living again. This obsession with food and numbers and weight is not living; it's turning me into the walking dead. It's exhausting and depressing and hateful and no good will ever come of it.

I'm not gonna lie--it's also terrifying. It's like me with my vertigo trying to walk in a straight line without tripping or falling down. So easy to fall, and one tiny little slip up is enough to send everything crashing back down. Being content with myself is a completely alien feeling by now, but I'm going to try and hold onto it as tight as I can. I'm so sick of living in this nightmare.

....that being said, I'm going to apologize in advance if I stop giving some of your blogs the attention I have in the past. As much as I hate to admit to such a human weakness as being "triggered," I'd be lying if I said I wasn't triggered when reading about starving and fasting and purging and whatnot. I'll keep checking in on everyone's blogs, but I may have to pass over some of the posts.

It doesn't mean I love any of you any less. <3

I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

This is amazing. 


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My ceiling fan is making a noise like a genetically augmented housefly being tortured while on steroids. 

I feel very tired today. Most likely this is directly related to the fact that I have not been sleeping very well. The OTC sleepy-pill cocktail remains unreliable. Either I'll feel very drugged-sleepy, but will toss and turn for hours and hours and HOURS unable to even half-sleep; or I will fall into my usual state of almost-mostly-sleep only to find myself waking up every hour or so. The end result of both is the same: by 7:30 in the morning when I'm supposed to wake up for work, I feel so physically and mentally exhausted that I just want to crawl under a tree and sleep for twenty years. 

I would really like a prescription for Restoril, but considering a friend couldn't even get them from his pill-happy Russian doctor, I'd say there's not much chance of my very anti-pill doctor giving me a prescription for the pharmaceutical equivalent of the Draught of Living Death. Friend gave me a couple of these other things instead--Belladonna alkaloids and phenobarbital. Friend insists that they will knock me unconscious better than tranquilizer darts (I've tried finding those--no success). I haven't tried these new pills yet. According the internet, they're used for treating tummy issues like colitis and irritable bowel syndrome, and can cause "mild sedation." Now I was under the impression that deadly nightshade (belladonna) was in fact DEADLY. Apparently it's not even a very controlled substance. I may add these pills to the collection of things I don't plan on taking unless I get incredibly bored/desperate/suicidal. (Currently that collection contains lithium, steroids, giant blue pills for Crohn's disease, ambien, some kind of estrogen supplement, and Celebrex.)

I am also feeling incredibly tired of this problem with eating. 

...I know; shocking, right?

-_-

I'm sick of being afraid to eat. Afraid to go out to eat. Afraid that 700 calories in a day is way too much. Afraid of not exercising for at least an hour, 7 days a week. Afraid of exercising without vitamins* because I can't burn as many calories. Afraid of weekends, afraid of the scale, afraid of my smallest pairs of trousers. Just sick to death of being afraid of EVERYTHING, and of having this knot-in-my-stomach jittery anxious feeling following me around all the effing time because I'm fat/stupid/failing at life/worthless/directionless/AAAAHHH and it makes me feel so SO tired. 

And it doesn't go away with "recovery." I can exercise normally, eat a healthy amount of food every day, and that little ball of lead is still there in the pit of my stomach. If anything, the attempts at recovery only make it worse, leaving me with a bigger ball of of lead and ringing in my ears. 

Ugh. Idk. Maybe I'm just in a funk. I still feel incredibly fat and bloated from the shore trip (was too scared to weigh until tonight--101 lbs; not as bad as I thought...). My trousers are quite a bit more snug around the middle than when I left, and every second that I feel them pressing against my belly is a second spent in a state of panic (basically, from 8.30 in the morning until 5.45 in the evening). I can understand now about this girl in my college years ago who apparently got so disgusted with herself one day that she took a  freshly sharpened pair of scissors and sliced  off the "roll of fat" around her stomach. She was found trying desperately to hold her insides in and was taken to the emergency room. 

.....Remember our rich friends with the perfect daughter? Guess what she just went into the hospital for. 

She's my height (5' 1"), and my current weight (101 lbs). She's been starving, and bicycling in excess of 30 miles a day. The doctor said that even though her BMI is "healthy," the weight is all muscle, and so she is most definitely underweight, malnourished, etc. because her exercise addiction on top of the starving has left her with "not enough" body fat. 

Mum glared at me and did not blink for over a minute after telling me this. How can she possibly still think I'm too thin when I feel fatter than I did right after Christmas?

Each time I have tried to recover, I feel like Frodo coming back from Mordor--after facing death and Mount Doom, of course it seems like a wonderful idea to come back to a nice quiet, happy existence in the Shire, but after a while I realize I can't stand it. I can't stand to be around everyone else with their dinners and going down the pub and parties with cake and laughing and Normal. I just want to sail away to the Grey Havens with the elves. 

The elves were all so fabulously thin. 

I haven't eaten since Sunday night. I can't. I tried. Every time I look at food, or think about it, I feel my trousers pressing into my abdomen and I want to die. So living on coffee and Spiru-tein until I feel less bloated....

What it really comes down to in the end is that I am completely, irrationally, stubbornly incapable of loving myself just as I am. I need to work on this, but I'm not sure how. :/

...I'm also not taking vitamins* anymore. Again. As I've think I've said in the past, I have not yet managed to kick both the vitamins* and ED at the same time. The one time I tried, it led to an epic relapse of both, so I'd rather tackle one hangup at a time. Even if it feels like juggling large ball of fire. 

Yeah so being happy with and loving myself. Work on that...

Speaking of happiness, becca did a really great post about finding happiness in little things. Such a simple idea that most of us seem to forget so easily...

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AND NOW on to some exciting news!!

...

...wait for it....

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...

The boy I like gave me his number!!!

He answered the facebook message, saying how sorry he was he didn't get it sooner and that since he doesn't go on facebook much, I should just call or text him. He also said he was sorry he missed Sunday's BBQ. He had other plans, but Friend said he had seemed genuinely disappointed that he couldn't go. Friend is a very lovely friend indeed, as she did not try to press me to talk about him or my crushing; in fact she didn't mention it at all except to casually suggest that I invite him again, and that I should definitely call him on the weekend. (We haven't been close friends for that long, considering how long I've known most of my other friends, so I wasn't at all sure how to proceed with the fact that I'm crushing on her cousin.)

Sooooooo after some anxious wall-climbing, I put a full hour of thought into a very short text message, basically saying I got his fb message and oh hey here's my number. 

I feel like I'm back in grade school. A third grader with a crush on the cute boy sitting next to me, asking him to the school Sock Hop via a passed note.

He responded. I shall try to find something to do with him on Saturday.  :D