I have the perfect life. I married Prince Charming when I was very young, and we live in a house at the top of a tall hill where we look down upon or subjects. We’re well guarded by our corgi Sir Nugget the Brave, who is sure that everyone that walks by is attempting an assassination. We also have a live-in-roommate named Muse, who despite being a cat, makes sure that all of our guests are properly brought low using only her gaze. You can look upon her greatness, but if you touch her you WILL lose an eye, or at least some blood.
Princess Trixy, who’s site you are exploring, enjoys a fulfilling career as a software engineer, which for me, is just a glorified title for web developer. I take great pleasure in teasing my co-workers by wearing dresses and makeup, and then crushing them with my knowledge of programming, science, and video games. They never see it coming, and until they do, I will continue to push at their ideals about gender roles.
I love my husband, my house, my Duel Income No Kids (DINK) status, and the wonderful friends that I’ve acquired. Most days are filled with sunshine and rainbows, but no ones life is perfect. It seems when I was creating my D&D real life character; I took all the points out of strength and constitution to put them into intelligence and wisdom instead. So now I’m a wizard of the web with crushing autoimmune disorders, and a -1 against doctors.
How do you approach a problem when the enemy is your own body? Traitorous fiend, until science has found a way for me to live as a brain in a cyborg, I will have to make use of the tools at my disposal. So what do we got: psoriasis, psoriasis arthritis, plantar fasciitis, Celiacs, dairy intolerance, obesity, high cholesterol, pre diabetes, two herniated discs in the neck, and severe allergies to trees, grass, and weeds. Well that just sucks! Reaches for chocolate ice cream, remembers it will make her sick, and then glares menacingly at body in the mirror. This is your fault!
….A few pity parties later.
I decided to approach my health issues like I do all of my other problems, research the hell out of it. WebMD tells me that I might have cancer, but they always think it’s cancer so I’m not too worried. Google tells me that I’m not alone, and there are many people out there that have my same health issues, sometimes even worse, and that’s sadly comforting. So I spent years experimenting with one method or another, and I’ve learned a lot. Luckily I’m quite blunt with myself on what I will and will not do. Turns out I’m not willing to count calories, but I am willing to do a photo food blog. I think I partially agreed to it as a way to hold myself personally accountable for my actions. But even more appealing was the thought of gathering evidence to present to the doctors as proof that I am trying, like I’m on some kind of trial. Curse my handicap against doctors.
According to Myers & Briggs, my personality falls under the category of an INTJ, also known as the “Mastermind”. This gives me some solace that my world domination plans are a product of my personality and not of a psychopath. It also explains why my approach to things like “feelings” and “problems” takes on a scientific approach. I see no reason why the scientific method can’t be applied to all aspects of life, let’s see how I can mold it to apply to my health.
Since organization is like crack for me, I’ve separated my health concerns into measurable goals. I can then perform experiments against those goals to see how effective it is towards achieving them. Which certainly beats the alternative plan: do nothing and spiral into depression.