Life is funny. It’s hard, and sometimes it’s miserable. It can feel pointless. And then, sometimes, it is unexpectedly beautiful.
Undeserved
Buried Emotions
Hello, again. After a 1-month vacation that turned into 3 (sorry!), I’m finally back at it. And very glad to be so. You may have noticed that this post is not numbered. To be honest, I’ve lost track of the
Day 67: Being
My life has been one long series of goals – striving, then reaching, then starting out again. It’s all about the goal. There’s very little in between.
Day 65: Looking Back
I don’t wish I had waited until I was completely committed to BLE, before I started writing. Because Day 65 me needed Day 7 me.
Day 64: Sisters
Secrecy has become a very strong instinct, a part of my identity. I don’t want it to be, anymore, but it’s going to be hard to change.
Day 63: Being Understood
The next task ahead of me is telling someone in my family. Since I’ll be leaving for the wilds of northern Ontario at the end of this week, I can’t put off the decision any longer. Who to tell?
Day 60: Consensus
Considering how desperately I wanted to be thin, how sure I was that I had a problem that required drastic steps to resolve, and how convincing the evidence presented in the Bright Line Eating book was, how I have doubted?
Day 59: Day 2 All Over Again
I’m here now. And I’m grateful for that.
Day 58: The Honeymoon
It feels like the beginning of a great adventure.
Day 57: Commitment
I, C.M. Gibson, being of sound mind, hereby promise to adhere to the principles of Bright Line Eating from this day forward