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.
“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect.” — Mark Twain This modern, first-world that I live in here on the West Coast of the US does a lot to reinforce me for quitting smoking. Everyone also loves it if I exercise more, or eat more whole…… Continue reading Different is the new black.
You might recall from my last post that my word of the year is “dream”, or “DREAM” – depending on how I want to sound when I’m typing it. And it’s already making me a wee bit crazy When I think of dreams, I think of Martin Luther King Jr. (who doesn’t?) and then I…… Continue reading My 2018 Word of the Year is Freaking Me Out.
I started writing this post three weeks ago. Here’s where I started: “I am home in Seattle for a brief spell for Thanksgiving and an extra week before heading back to SF/Oakland for more year-end work madness. Then in another two weeks I’ll come back to Seattle for a little time off and Christmas. Holy…… Continue reading My revolving door of resolutions.
I started to read Kelsey Miller’s “Big Girl” over a year ago, but I had to keep putting it down. It hurt too much. Her story had way too many parallels to my own. And her writing style made her pain seem light and breezy, and funny, and I kept feeling angry and sad for…… Continue reading Kelsey Miller’s “Big Girl”
I’ve been meaning to begin a daily gratitude practice. You know, writing things down every day to get my head straight and opened up for whatever the day brings. And, as my friend Kelly puts it: build up the gratitude muscles so they are automatic when bad shit happens. But I haven’t done it. Maybe…… Continue reading Giving thanks for soberness.