This is going to a very strange journey. I intend to document a vast array of topics, all surrounding my life. At times it will look like a standard cooking/recipe blog. Other times it will be about dieting, health and fitness. Sometimes, it is going to be about coping with PTSD and alcoholism recovery. And how all of those things are tied together in my life.
My Bio explains why I chose the name SlumGoo, and how it relates to this whole mess.
I apologize in advance for my writing. I’m not a writer. While I try very hard to be on top of my grammar and spelling, I write the way I speak. Which means it might ramble. It might go off on tangents. My photos are not going to be professional quality. In fact, they will probably almost all be taken on my phone. And there will very definitely be cursing.
Take that as fair warning.
This first post is going to be fairly short. I just wanted to put up a little introduction. But there will be much more to come.
I say that I will be writing about alcoholism recovery. To be honest, I don’t really consider my ‘recovering’ yet. I am still drinking. I just came to the full realization that I am an alcoholic a few weeks ago. I had suspected that I was borderline, or ‘functional’ or some other tag that I was using to keep denying that I have a problem.
Here’s what happened: I am currently taking a nutrition class as part of my culinary arts degree. We had a lecture about alcohol. The instructor read off 3 different definitions of an alcoholic from different organizations. I fit all of them.
I cried on my drive home from school that day. I really didn’t think I was that bad. I have maintained a full time job for 8 years at the same company. I have a great marriage. I have an awesome family. I go to school. I am able to get through my days at work and school without drinking. I don’t miss work or school because of the after affects of my drinking (though I do have days where I am definitely not bringing my A game because of it).
I drink pretty much every day. If I go a day without a drink its because money is too tight for me to buy any alcohol. I can’t remember that last time I had just one drink.
Alright, enough of that. I know I have a problem. Blah Blah Blah. I have my first appointment for an evaluation at the local Behavioral Health Services office later today. I’m sure I’ll write some updates on how whatever counseling/treatment I end up in are going.
I’ll try to make the next post be a little ‘lighter’. No promises. My brain is pretty fucked at the moment.