Werewolf Wednesday

So for those that don't follow or don't have an account on Twitter, there is a hashtag event every wednesday called #WerewolfWednesday.  Basically all the werewolf nerds post pictures, news, stories, and anything else having to do with werewolves.  Because I adore werewolves and love Werewolf Wednesday I will be doing a post every Wednesday (when I am able to) of something werewolf related.  Sometimes my own art, sometimes art by others, photos of werewolf related things, news articles...anything I find cool and werewolf related.  Hell yeah! 

So here is today's offering, "Squirrel!" by Jenna Hoberg over on DA:

How awesome is that? XD

Have a great Wednesday!

My weight loss battle

This post is about something I rarely talk about but which has been an ongoing struggle in my life: my weight.

Me as a child.  You can see where I started to get fat at age 10.

Ever since I entered pre-pubescence as a child I have been overweight.  Chunky.  Hefty.  Pudgy.  And all of the other uplifting words that are used to describe a fat kid.

When I was really young I was pretty normal as far as my body went.  In fact I was downright cute.  But something happened when I hit about ten years of age.  My body not only became awkward, with growth spurts, sudden body hair, and growing adult teeth, but I also got fat.

Now I was always a pretty active kid.  I didn't sit at home watching television all day eating Doritos and Twinkies.  There was no internet then, the only gaming system (pretty much) was an Atari, and we couldn't afford that.  There wasn't much of anything on television good to watch, so we were outside.  All the time.  It was the mid-eighties and there was always -lots- to do around the neighborhood.  I rode bikes with my sister and friends.  We made forts out in the woods and walked to the park and pool daily.  We caught animals, swam in the local ponds and creeks, and rode our bikes or walked for miles just to go have fun. 

But our family ate the standard American family diet with a lot of white bread, peanut butter, pastas, canned soup, popsicles and ice cream, lunch meat, cheese, bacon, meat, meat, meat ...all the average American household staples.  My mother cooked (so did my father, but not so well), and she was taught to do so by her mother, and we were taught to cook as well.  Both my parents made sure we had plenty of fruits and vegetables in our diets.  We didn't eat salad much, but there was always peas, carrots, corn, green beans, tomatoes, squash, and other veggies on our plates.  There were always fresh apples, oranges, bananas, grapes, and other fruit to snack on.  My dad loved to eat and still does, and he would show his love by giving us food.  The badder the better.  My mom tried to keep our diets balanced but with her having to be the provider for the family (as a Registered Nurse) it was often left to my Dad to make sure we ate.  And he did.  Usually all the bad stuff.  And I loved him for it.

Me as a teenager...17 probably?  At least 220 lbs.

And so though I was active, and though I felt I didn't eat any more than the average kid (I'm sure I'm wrong about that) the weight packed on.  And as it packed on I changed, and as I changed people's reactions and attitudes toward me changed.  I heard it from everyone around me how suddenly I was unlovable because of the fat.  I got it in subtle hints from my mother and other family members, and not so subtle hints from the other kids who, of course, love to abuse anyone who is different.  Naturally the kids liked to shout slander at me ("Buffalo Chips" was my favorite; I could never understand how that related to me being fat).  But somehow it did, and the other kids thought it was hilarious.  My brother and sister defended me always, yet those cutting remarks made their way inside of my head and heart.  And so I learned to hide.  I hid behind the weight, behind being as unremarkable as possible and keeping my head down.  If I was unforgettable as possible people would stop seeing me, and if they stopped seeing me they couldn't hurt me.  I didn't exist to the world, and in turn the world stopped existing for me.

Me in my early to mid twenties.  Around 230 lbs.

During my teenage years I sort of "dropped out" altogether and withdrew completely into my fantasy world I wrote about constantly.  I slept a lot, because in sleeping I didn't have to deal with the real world.  I could dream and be another person.  When I graduated high school I finally found a group of friends and began having a social life.  Yet it was a roleplaying group I naturally found myself a part of, and it suited me.  I was still living the fantasy but now it was socially in a group, playing various characters that were in some way parts of me. Instead of living in a fantasy world I was now trying to be someone else so I didn't have to be the actual me.

This continued as I found my way online in my mid twenties, and now I had an even larger area to play pretend about who I was.  I adopted a persona and stuck to it, doing everything I could to make people see me as that person, the Golden Wolf.  All the while I was still ignoring my health, acting like I didn't care about my weight, that I wasn't embarrassed by it, that it was "just a part of who I am".

30 years old and probably the fattest I have ever been. 
Close to 300 lbs.

 I have continued to hold onto this outlook about my physical body until very recently.  In these later years I have endeavored to learn self love and self esteem, but yet those childhood issues have always remained.  No matter what fame I may have, no matter what others tell me, I still have issues with self confidence and feeling like a person of worth.  I have used my talents as yet another shield against the world.  "Don't look at me!  Look at my art!" 

Worst of all I have let this weight issue keep me from loving and being loved.  It has caused me to make some bad choices in the relationship arena, and even now I have no confidence that even if I wanted another relationship (which I don't) that any man would have me.  Who wants a fat pig for a girlfriend?  Who would want to be seen with me?  I truly am not interested in a relationship at this time in my life, but if I was...I feel that no one would be interested in turn (but this is a topic for another conversation).  I know this thinking is wrong, but what can I do?

It is clear what I can do. 

I can truly love myself, and to do so in -all- ways.  I can finally start loving my physical body as well.  It is time.  I am getting to the end of my thirties and my health is starting to suffer.  I would like the second half of my life to be a healthy one.  As of my 38th birthday this year I finally found the strength to do something about this.  I am making an effort for the first time in a long time (if really ever) to be healthy.

Time to do something about this!

This is me on my birthday this year, March 28th.  I am 288 lbs here.  I have extreme hypertension and am well on my way to diabetes and fatty liver syndrome, among other things.

I've not been below 230 lbs. in my adult life.

My roommate Sandra SanTara and I started on a mostly Vegan diet after this point which focuses on fresh veggies, beans, legums, nuts, seeds, and fruit.  No dairy, little to no animal products, no gluten, very few grains (and those that we do eat are usually gluten free, sprouted, and/or whole), low fat, and no sugar other than what we get from fruit.   

As of this post I am down 25 lbs. and am still gradually losing weight.  I know my weight loss would be accelerated if I got out and exercised more, something I -really- need to do, but with the Summer busy season in full swing I barely have time to shower and do my laundry.  Excuses, I know :P  It's not that I hate exercise, I hate taking the time to do it.  I will start going to the gym once I have the time to, and when I am down a little bit more.

My long-term goal is to reach 200 lbs, with an eventual final goal of about 160 lbs..  I would also love to be able to go running.  Ever since I was a kid I have loved to run, but exerciser's asthma combined with my weight has stopped me all of my life.  I hope to clear those two issues up and start Couch 2 5K at some point.  These are my goals. 

I know life happens, and nothing is assured in this world.  But I am determined to get healthy.  Not skinny, but healthy.  I have no interest or desire to "look hot", I only want to be healthy.  Whatever is healthy for this body.  Already my blood pressure is coming down, my cholesterol is coming down, and I am fitting into smaller clothes.  There are lots of other subtle changes, and I know those will continue as I lose the weight.  I have no idea how all this will go, especially since eating healthy is really, really hard when you are traveling a lot, but I am determined.  I will do this.  I have to do this.  I cannot afford to get Diabetes (which is rampant in my Dad's family), or Fatty Liver (which my Mom has), or heart disease, not to mention all the bad stuff that is caused by high blood pressure.  There is no question.  I am doing this.  It may be slow and I may have to take things in stages, but I am doing this.  And in doing this I know I will start to overcome some of those self-love/worth issues that have plagued me.  But that is a different battle in and of itself.

I will post about my progress along the way to share my journey.  I know I can do it.  I am worth it!

Writing...right?

July is here and the monsoons have finally come to the desert Southwest.  Hooray for cooler temps and daily rains!  We are enjoying the relief here at Casa de Wolfsisters and are also enjoying the bounty it is bringing to our garden!  July is the beginning of our Summer Madness, wherein we cram as much into two months as we possibly can.  July is the month of busting butt to make enough stock (matted prints and frames) to see us through the Summer shows, as well as coming up with new t-shirt designs and pendants.  In between all of that we try our best to get some art finished because come the end of the month, it's GO time!

So while I am busy up to my eyeballs with all of that, I am going to endeavor to keep up on my blogs.  I've created another blog, The Art of Goldenwolf, where I will be showcasing new art, writing essays of an arty nature, and handing out art tips and tutorials here and there.  So that's three blogs now to take care of and post to.  Ugh.  That's a lot more work on top of my workload.  So why am I bothering when I am so damned busy otherwise?

Because I love to write. 

Writing has been my passion long before I ever picked up a crayon to color or a pencil to draw.  Writing has always been where I could escape and daydream, where I could explore my inner landscapes and outer imaginings.  Writing is how I express myself the best.  My art is like a gorgeous gown that I wear and show off to everyone.  Writing is the actual person under the gown.  Writing is who I am.  But I have always been really, sadly, poorly disciplined when it comes to writing.  I rarely write, and when I do it is a small blurb or an essay, and only when the mood strikes me.  I never feel that what I have to say is good enough, or worthy enough to write about.  I need to break this thinking, and just like my art I -need- to get disciplined with it.  What better way than a blog?  Or a few blogs?

Blogging is what the writer in me desperately needs.

So I will endeavor to write a blog post to at least one of my blogs once a day.  Yep, -once a day-.  Even if it's something short like proclaiming my love of chickens, or why coffee is my bane and savior, or an awesome dream I had.  I will write -something-.  I spend more time surfing than it would take to pump out a few paragraphs.  And if they are good I may actually get people following me!  And if I get enough people following me...I might end up with more time for writing...and art!

I don't know if I will be successful at this, but I need this.  I need to write.  I know I have said it before and I will say it again: I. Need. To. Write.  I can do this.  I have to do this.

And now, have a really badass werewolf from the BBC series "Being Human", because that is what I am watching right now and it is some serious WIN!  GO GEORGE!

And a delicious Summer-y pink lemonade cuppycake!  Mmmmmm :9

Stay cool out there everyone, and have a fun July!

Since we're talking about werewolves and cake....

Have some werewolf cakes!  Or at least horrible fails of werewolf cakes I have found.  Just because.

Now I don't know where most of these images came from.  I just have found them over the years in my net searchings, so I did not create them, nor I don't really know who created them (some are marked).  I do not claim any of these as my own!

Simply amazing.  Perhaps it's related to a lamprey....

Is it poop????

What is this I don't even.... D:

Scarey, but not for the reasons they intended....

The dead body is a nice touch.

Surprise!  Werewolf buttseks!

Why the big nostrils???

Is it a bear???

A wookie?  Bigfoot?

I'm not even sure what it is....

And these sad, sad things were my birthday cupcakes this year.  Sandra went with a local cupcake shoppe and requested pink werewolf cupcakes.  She was very specific, with snouts and ears and all.  This is what we got.  The decorator insisted she knew what she was doing.  Sigh.  At least they were very tasty :9

Thanks for looking, and laughing ^.^

Werewolves and Cupcakes

Werewolves and cupcakes...what?

Well to explain that, I must tell you a little about myself.

My name is Goldie (or at least that's what most people call me.  My birth name is Christy but I feel "Goldie" is more me). Currently I am 38 years old, I am single (been married twice), I have no children save for my dog, I am a professional artist, I am spiritual but not religious, and I currently live with my BFF Sandra in a beautiful area of the East Mountains of Albuquerque, New Mexico!

I am a responsible adult and handle my business as a professional.  This is what most of the world sees of me.  But in reality I am a total kid at heart.  I have a healthy (and sometimes bratty) inner child and I find silly joy in things that remind me of when I was young.  Thus I love little toys, stuffed animals, My Little Ponies, stickers, unicorns...and cupcakes!


I can't really eat cupcakes anymore; my body simple rejects them.  I just can no longer handle the processed flour, sugar, and fat in things like that.  But I love seeing pictures of creative, pretty, and unique cupcakes and I tend to collect cute cupcake items where I can find them.  I love the color pink (you can tell by my hair) so pink cupcakes just tickle me ^.^  I get all giddy and gleeful when I find little cupcake items and find pictures of unique cupcakes.  Perhaps it is "bad" of me to enjoy the thought of a food item so much, but I don't look at it that way.  I have NO desire to eat cupcakes, I only enjoy them for what they remind me of.  And let's face it, cupcakes are cute :3  They are fun, bright, and colorful and can be decorated in so many ways!  I love seeing how creative people can be with them.  They have become a symbol of sorts for me of my childhood, and of the kid inside of me.  That is why I love cupcakes :)

Now on the opposite end of my spectrum, deep in my Shadow lurks a beast.  I have no idea when or where my fascination with werewolves began.  I think it may have started when I was young and my father loved watching "monster" movies.  Of course we kids loved watching them with him even though some of them terrified me.  I was never interested in the Lon Chaney "Hollywood" werewolf.  What got me was when I saw "The Howling" for the first time back in the early 80s.  I wasn't frightened by these creatures, I was -thrilled-!  Now I was always a wild child, loving nothing more than being barefoot and naked (or at least barefoot) out in my desert, playing in the dirt with the insects and lizards, endlessly fascinated by wildlife, rocks, trees, and the environment.  We would go camping as a family all the time, to various places like Yellowstone and Yosemite, the Rocky Mountains and the Pacific Ocean, the Redwood forests, the high deserts, and Zion National Park was by back yard.  My love for these places only grew over time, and inside I felt as wild as the places and animals I loved.  So it should be no surprise that I gravitated to werewolves immediately.  I wanted to have that ability, to be able to turn into a wild animal.  But it was more than that.  It was the romance of being "cursed", of hunting and killing, of living without regret, remorse, or fear.  Of being powerful and predatory, of being the hunter instead of the hunted.  Something deep inside of the darker places in me really yearned for that, longed for it, and in some ways became it.


Now I am a person of love and light.  I always have been.  But try as I might I never could quite suppress those beastly longings.  So I began trying to turn my fascination with these dark creatures into something more positive.  In my early twenties I was greatly inspired by the roleplaying game "Werewolf: The Apocalypse".  In it you played a werewolf, but instead of a cursed, bloodthirsty killer you were the defender of Gaia, Mother Nature, protecting Her from the ravages of darkness and man's ignorance destruction.  These werewolves were spiritual warriors, shamans who used the spirit world in their fight to protect the Earth.  Oh boy, now -THAT- was a werewolf I could get behind!  So I began drawing these werewolves, these Garou, often while the group was roleplaying, and in that I found my own artistic style, and my own way of being with that beast inside.

Yet my fascination with the cursed, beastial werewolf remains.  It is my shadow self, my own inner darkness, but like the beast that it is I keep that side of myself contained.  It is not who I choose to be, but I allow it to come out in my art once in awhile since that darkness needs expression as well.

Those are only a couple of aspects of who I am and the things I am interested in.  I am also a clown, a shaman, a romantic, a businesswoman, a hippie, a lover, a hedonist, a rebel, a writer, a wolf, a bear, a fairytale princess, a cow/country girl, a goddess, and many other things.  I am interested in writing, art, music, swimming, camping, hiking, traveling, gardening, chickens, dogs, horses, wildlife, wilderness, nature, humor, sarcasm, barefoot lifestyle, new age, shamanism, paganism, hippies, and many other things as well.  I am not just any one thing, but the two symbols that best sum me up are werewolves, cupcakes...and probably chickens as well.  Because chickens are the ultimate symbol (to me) of being a clown, ridiculousness, and being able to laugh at yourself.  So three things.  Yeah.

This is all who I am. 

I will be keeping this blog as the more fluffy/happy/silly blog, and my other blog, Circle of Stones, as my blog for deeper thoughts and musings.  Feel free to follow both, or not.  I will post things whether anyone reads them because I -need- to write, and write I shall!  Thanks for reading :)

So...blogging.

So yes, I have finally decided to poke my head out of my shell and start sharing a bit of my life again. Why? Well mainly because I love to write, and also I have become curious about the art of "blogging". Years ago you just had a forum, or a LiveJournal, and therein you wrote about your latest bowel movement, or the great cheeseburger you just ate. Now it's termed "blogging" and people actually make careers out of this? So I am seeing what the big hairy deal is about having an official "blog". And it gives me an excuse to write, even if it is about cheeseburgers. Or cupcakes.

So here I go, experimenting with writing about myself, my thoughts, my opinions, and my life. I would like to think that I am older and wiser now and will do okay with it (as in not making an ass of myself). In searching myself I find I do have a lot to talk about, but mainly it will be thoughts on the things I love, the things that inspire me, my love for being silly, and generally "positive" things. But there will be a lot of randomness as well.

I hope you enjoy what I share here. I look forward to trying this out :)

Love and Pink Frosting!

Goldie