Introducing...

I've started (and stopped) many blogs before, from the emo 16 year old that nobody understands blogs all the way to recipe blogs.  At this point, I don't know what kind of blog this will be.  Will it be more recipes? Hilarious (not really) anecdotes on my daily embarrassments? Posts on mental health?  Those things are all possible, because they're all part of my life.  What else is part of my life? Well, allow me to share...

• I love food.  I dream about it, I daydream about it, I talk about it, I even gasp eat it.  
• I'm pretty darn clumsy, and tend to injure myself in odd ways.  Slicing my hand open on peanut brittle? Check. 
• I have anxiety.  Not run of the mill, nervous about the first day of school anxiety, but anxiety with a capital A.  It affects every day of my life in numerous ways, and will probably come up frequently here.  That leads me to my next ditty.
• I am absolutely for destigmatizing mental illness.  While it seems counter-intuitive to be in a way marking myself with mental illness by talking about it so frequently, I don't think it is.  I talk about it both because I don't believe that you should hide it, and because the more people who have mental illness admit to it openly, the more those that do suffer realize that they are not alone.  Living with any type of illness, whether it be mental or physical can be so darn isolating, and it shouldn't be.  I find empowerment in my choice to be open about these experiences.  
• On a lighter note, my favourite herb is rosemary.  I'd name a kid after it. But cilantro can stay away from me, please.  And while you're hiding the cilantro, can you also hide the dill? 
• I love cats.  Yup, I'm a cat lady.  If my boyfriend weren't so darn allergic, I'd probably have 12 of them.  Admit it, having a cat named after each month of the year would be pretty darn cool.  Yes indeed.  
• Oh, also I love puns and corny jokes.  Mostly they're met with dead stares, but I'm okay with that.  

So while this is really not a proper way to start a blog, it's how I'm going to start it anyway.  Deal with it.  Oh, and why is this called Obsession in Excess? When I love or am super interested in something, I can't play it cool.  Like at all.  I talk about whatever it is until you feel like punching me.  One might say I talk about things excessively. Thankfully that hasn't happened yet, but who knows what the future holds? What I can promise, is that anything I write about, I am  (at least in that moment) utterly obsessed with it.