Like sands through the hourglass…

I’m 3.3 years sober and about to turn 46 years old on August 14th. I have zero preconceived notions about what ‘being 46’ should look like for me. My husband and I don’t have kids, so there aren’t obvious norms to chase after. This is fine, though. Fine, and even fun. What’s to come in…… Continue reading Like sands through the hourglass…

An open letter to Brene Brown.

Dear Brene, You recently wrote a beautiful Facebook post about your 23rd sobriety anniversary. You reflected on the fact that getting sober was possibly the central, early decision that gave you the power to make a huge impact on the world (and, with it, me): …right after the Netflix special launched, someone asked me about…… Continue reading An open letter to Brene Brown.

I opened a bookstore (gulp).

Hello Fatty Readers! It feels like it’s been an entire lifetime since I’ve been here. Way back (three months ago, ish) I wrote a post just documenting some ideas I’d had for various widgets the world needs – totally unrelated to quitting drinking and dieting. I hit publish on that post because I was sick…… Continue reading I opened a bookstore (gulp).

Health at my (any) size, aka the next phase.

When I hosted dinner parties back in my drinking days I would pre-open at least three bottles of very fancy wine (to breathe!) and set out pretty bowls of loose cigarettes and lighters for everyone to enjoy once they’ve had just enough of the wine to think one cigarette would hit the spot. I’d have…… Continue reading Health at my (any) size, aka the next phase.