Hi. Good morning. It’s Tuesday morning here in Seattle and it’s finally time to start talking about exercise. Movement. Sweating. Breathing hard. It’s all got to be written but I’ve avoided writing about it. So, here sits Fatty getting ready (with lots of words, so many words) to write about moving her body through space…… Continue reading Exercise.
I wrote a post a little while ago detailing how I felt in days 0-30 when I quit drinking. I experienced days 0-14 several (many…) times before it stuck, so it was actually pretty easy to write out the feelings I felt each day. To remember the waiting, and breath-holding and frustration and anxiety. I…… Continue reading My quit drinking timeline, part II: 30-100 days
I’ve been sober for 767 days as of today. I don’t look at my day counter regularly anymore. Once a month (or every other month, lately) on the 15th I pause and count the months in my head. But that’s about it. I remember watching the seconds tick by in the early days. I remember…… Continue reading Day 767
Good morning blog-o-sphere, and happy Friday! So… I may have let it go un-remarked upon here for a little bit, but I was laid off from my job at that SF-based tech startup two weeks ago. I know, funny, given I had JUST posted about how great I was getting at my job and how…… Continue reading A wee life update from Fatty
Hi everyone. I want to talk a little bit about that last post I wrote (“My perspective on dieting and booze”). When I re-read that post (every other day since I posted it) I cringe as I viscerally react to my own know-it-all voice. And in many ways I regret posting it. It’s didactic. It…… Continue reading About that last post…
We all are born to a body type, just like hair color, height, skin color etc. If we are born to a bigger body type, we don’t fit in — and we have a natural desire to fit in and be considered desirable — so we diet (or cut out sugar, or reduce carbs, or…… Continue reading My Perspective on Dieting and Booze
Ah, year 2 is done. Mixed bag of a year, to be honest. After year one, it felt a little like my rainbows and unicorns – unappreciated by me on a daily basis – moved on to the people who needed and wanted them more. The humdrum of life is back in full force, but…… Continue reading Two (2) years sober.