My friend Joanna at Diary of A Mad Fat Woman turned me on to BYOC, or Bring Your Own Crazy, which Drazil over at It's Just Me, Drazil & Shaniqua hosts each Friday. I thought I'd throw in again this week!
1. If you were asked to symbolize yourself as an animal – which animal would you be?
I have never really liked this question. The only animal I identify with is a human. I'm not much of a pet person. It's not that I don't have compassion for animals - I do. I just don't want them living with me. The zoo is nice (if it's a good zoo) but I'm just not into being all close to animals and stuff. I wonder what that says about my personality.
2. Did you ever play an organized sport – with coaches, rules and scoring? Tell us about it.
No. Never. I was far too ashamed of myself to put myself out there in any kind of organized sport. Too afraid I'd fail. My father would have loved it if I were in track or any other sport for that matter. But I always thought I was too fat to even try.
3. When did you start shaving your legs?
4th grade. How old are you in 4th grade? 9ish I guess. I thinkI'm not blessed with light body hair or body hair that doesn't grow very fast or body hair that is thin. I had enough other body image things going on. I'm glad my mother let me when she did.
4. When you’re in a crabby – pissy – want to stab everyone you see kind of mood – what do you do to get out of it or do you revel in it?
I try to remember my blessings. But if I'm crabby or pissy I usually stew a bit and then get over it.
5. Repeat question: Summarize your week in blogland and in real life.
Blogland - sparse at best. Summer is so busy for me with daycare and my own kids. I've got 6 girls here all day and my only moment to sit still is when the younger 3 nap. And naptime is usually when I do my housework. So if you see me hanging round the internet in the early afternoon, chances are I'm putting of housework.
In real life, I had some emotional issues creep up that led me down the path to the pantry. So stupid, but I worked through them and woke up this morning with fresh eyes. All there is to do is get back at it because I refuse to roll over and quit. Rolling over and quitting is for suckas.