Hi. My name is Kelly, and I’m recovering from an eating
disorder. I’ve been quiet about it for too long. I’m a big believer in
“everything happens for a reason”, but I also think that sometimes
you have to make your own reason. This is mine: if I can use my experiences to
make things better for someone else, then the “wasted years” won’t
have been in vain.
You can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org (Please, be kind to me and I’ll be kind to you . . . )
I saw this A-Z on a friend’s blog, and thought it would be fun . . . we’ll see:
Gonna be 27 far too soon. Am now 27. When did 28 happen? Aren’t I still 17?
B. Bed size: Queen. Gotta love a furnished apartment!
C. Chore that you hate: Floors. ED’s have this charming side effect of hair loss that makes carpet or bare floor a nightmare
E. Essential start to your day:
Vitamin B 12 (ran out), The Language of Letting Go Daily Meditation, and, while I’m trying to branch out, I love my Steel-cut Oatmeal. *UPDATE* Vitamin D, Iron SAP, St. John’s Wort (new supplement regime from my naturopath); Branching out on the breakfast; Many “first thing in the morning” iPhone apps.
F. Favorite color: Green and pink. Although “David’s Tea Teal” is creeping up . . . maybe just because I love their teas so much.
G. Gold or Silver: Silver. Had my colors done when I was 12, and I’m a “winter”.
H. Height: Somewhere between 5’5 1/2 and 5’6. Depends on which doctor measures, but probably only shrinking from here on . . . *UPDATE* My newest doctor measured me at 5’6. Officially tall enough to date Shaq.
I. Instruments you play: I count “the voice”, but technically: some piano, 3 chords on the guitar, clarinet, recorder, and I had to learn to play the spoons in the last show I did . . . it wasn’t pretty, and resulted in many hand and thigh bruises.
J. Job title:
Retired actor/singer/dancer . . . that’s the nice way of saying “between careers” Going back to school! Holistic Nutritionist-In-Training, Manager of a Health Food Store
K. Kids: No thank you. My godson will get all my fairy god-mothering
L. Live: Toronto, ON
M. Mother’s name: Debra (officially, although I don’t know if she’s ever been called it except at her wedding)
N. Nicknames: Not too many. My friend Daniel once asked me if Kelly was short for something, like “Kellisha”, so he sometimes calls me that . . . Kell-belle seems to be a popular one, and of course my gangsta name, Kay-bo.
O. Overnight hospital stays: Hahahaha didn’t read this one before I started. Let’s just leave it at “YES”.
P. Pet peeves: Just discovered that it has a name: misophonia. Basically, it means that if you make “mouth noises” near me, I will fly into a murderous rage. Ignorance also pisses me off to no end . . .
Q. Quote from a movie: Oh, you know I love me some quotes! Like any good recoveree, I have a book full of them. Here are the top “movie” ones:
“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo – the ones that really mattered, full of darkness and danger they were,
and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing. This shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding onto something. That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth
~The Return of the King
Ok, so it’s my top movie “one”. The other ones were too depressing to post.
R. Right or left handed: Right, although in ballet I turn left. Like Zoolander, I’m not an ambi-turner.
S. Siblings: One brother, Trent.
U. Underwear: I prefer thongs, because I don’t believe in visible panty lines, but I learned the value of boy-cut this summer when I pretty much only wore dresses.
V. Vegetable you hate: Hate is a strong word, especially about vegetables,
but I’m not a fan of beets (I now LOVE beets), but still not arugula.
W. What makes you run late: I have an obsession with being early, probably stemming from the fact that my family is chronically late for everything (I used to tell them call times, classes etc. started a half hour earlier than they did) and the theatre rule of “If you’re 15 minutes early, you’re on time. If you’re on time, you’re late. If you’re late, you’re fired.” If I am late, however, and I can’t blame it on public transit, it’s usually due to wardrobe issues.
X. X-Rays you’ve had: Many in the dentist’s chair, many on the ankles, one on my shin when I slammed it in a door, one on my leg when I had “peroneal nerve palsy” (if you can’t feel it, you don’t know if it’s hurt), a chest x-ray, a full body scan, and a couple bone mass density tests.
Y. Yummy food that you make: First of all, the word “yummy” makes me nauseous, but my favorite thing I make is the aforementioned Steel-cut Oatmeal: chopped apple, cinnamon, almond butter and almond milk make it taste like HEAVEN!
Z. Zoo animal: It’s a long story, but I have a soft spot for lemurs. I also kind of fell in love with this contortionist baby giraffe: