Articles by Bajema

Cleaning up the scriptorium. Back soon!

Yes that’s me! Been awhile I know. I haven’t felt much like sharing selfies for, oh, seven years now? The main reason is that one day long ago I looked at a photo of myself and I saw my mother there. The very not good state of my mother. Which was fitting since I already shared quite a few of her ailments from having gained too much weight. So I took the drastic approach two years ago and had weight loss surgery.

If anyone tells you that is a lazy cheaters way out of losing weight they can kiss my still fairly spacious ass. The truth is that when you use food as a crutch (where others use drugs, booze, what have you) being broken of that crutch is hard. I saw a therapist to deal with my head issues, I visited with a nutritionist once a week to learn how I should be interacting with food in a healthy manner, I worked with a physical therapist to work on my weak spots so I could be more physical, and I had to lose a considerable amount of weight just to prove I was a good candidate for the surgery. I had to force myself to learn self discipline, which I have very little. I opted for the sleeve procedure because the full bypass terrified me. I lost fifty pounds before the surgery and then another hundred over the next six months post surgery. Then things started to slow down a little and my day to day became about eating right, being active, and pounding my system with vitamins. My existence now is so polar opposite to what it once was. I’m grateful for that, but I also put in the work. The reward was no longer sharing those weight related issues of my mother’s.

I’ve been stuck since my accident. My injuries put a halt to most of my activity for months. Even when I felt I could push through the pain of my knee, my body simply didn’t have the energy. It was too busy trying to heal all the places I’d broken myself. I’ve been good though for the last few months and getting back to being physical. The only thing that keeps me from my old routine is simply trying to get over the head issues the accident brought out in me. That basically amounted to me being afraid to go back out into the world for fear of getting hurt worse. My brain meats typically impair me more than anything. I think to be an artist you’re always a little mental and you find a way to channel it into something positive. I will admit I have my challenges there.

Oh my little site blog, how I have not paid you enough attention. I’m not sure too many people actually visit websites anymore, do they? When last I was here I was pining for my gent who was back in Ohio while I visited Michigan. In my defense my attic shoppe takes up a lot of my time. When not chasing my tail with that I’m trying to be creative and juggle my normal assortment of projects. I’m really liking my Ink and Blood lenormand project, but my Orange Moon Oracle is getting much bigger feed back through my sites. I’ve also started a personal project about aliens. Alien mermaids actually. Why not, right? Myke and I are also (only after a decade of being engaged) planning our wedding next month. Just something sweet and simple. Our friend Ted is marrying us and my big brother and my new sis-in-law are acting as our witnesses and best man and maid of honor. Fun stuff! I may even post wedding photos now that I don’t feel like Godzilla after hitting every step down with his face. Good times. 😉

Back home for a spring visit. Absolutely love seeing my family and yet still don’t like being away from my gent, who has had my heart and much of my soul for a decade now. I prefer when we can visit together. Just a note in my night for my best friend, my gent, my husband, the other part of me. I just miss my mate. Two totally past fucked up humans who are progressing into anti fucked up fashion content, happy, and thriving. I’m not sure what else any of us can actually expect out of life.