Home"ing" My Hoardy House

Home"ing"? What the heck is that? In my definition it is my house becoming a home. I am a Packrat. I come from a family of hoarders. My Packratness is becoming hoarding and is quickly destroying my house. Our health and happiness are getting sick. We can't invite anyone over due to the mess. Our cats are making potty messes due to the C.H.A.O.S. (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome). I hate coming home. To me it isn't a home. It's just a stinky, messy, cluttered house. My inlaws don't even want to come over. It is quite depressing.

So what am I going to do? Sit here and whine? NO!!! For one I am going to reread Sink Reflections. Fly lady has wonderful ways of getting rid of C.H.A.O.S. I am going to get rid of half my house! Yes....that's a promise. I am going to document and make myself accountable for de - hoarding my home. I think a challenge or something of the sort can help. More to come!!

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday.... ok, so there are some words with this...but right now this is how I'm feeling!!

Fattie to Foodie

Food has been a massive part of my life. From the time I was born till now. No, I’m not talking about the normal "eat for survival". Let me explain. When I was born I was very very sick. I was part of a multiple birth. The other babies were in one sack and I was under them in another. Needless to say they received all of the nutrients before me. Unfortunately they all died at 3 months gestation. When I was born I had yellow jaundice, bronchial pneumonia and most of my organs were not working properly. The doctors sent me home to die. They told my mom to make me comfortable. Thankfully my mom is a very ornery and stubborn. She proceeded to feed me every hour on the hour until 6 months later *POW* my organs started working right, and I went from looking like a sickly china doll (yes, I was still yellow) to a chubby Cabbage Patch/ Michelin Man. I never stopped eating. I grew up with an older brother and with Boy Scouts, so eating was constant. I was the little sister that had to prove she was part of the group. I was also a heavy emotional eater. I hated myself. I wore glasses (when they were not cool), I was bigger than most kids (not just chub but by muscle). The emotional eating has stuck with me; although I am a whole lot better...ish. I went into the Army straight from high school and ate any food given, even unwanted food from my buddies. So I have uber eaten from birth through a divorce, a new marriage (to my soul mate!!), 4 births and 2 miscarriages, my eldest daughter nearly destroying our lives and well, just life in general. Always in large amounts and ALWAYS so very hungry.

 

So why have I written this? Well, that part is the "FATTIE" part of my life, of my past. My future? I am going to be a "FOODIE"!!

 

A "FOODIE"?! Isn’t that someone that eats?! Well yes... but not for the "I gotta eat everything on my plate PLUS everyone else’s" reason. My idea of a "FOODIE" is someone that enjoys food and more importantly the flavor of that food. I have eaten so much food, but have I ever truly enjoyed it? Do I really know the flavor? Do I have to really eat 5 cups of fried rice to enjoy the flavor? NO!!! 1 cup can show me how the taste can explode in my mouth. With this surgery I truly believe that now I can enjoy food. I am excited about how I will be able to explore the many flavors that the world of food has to offer! Gone are the days of shoveling and here are the days of tasting!!