It’s impossible to get away from. When you’ve lived your life as a food addict, it shows. No matter how carefully you hide your eating, the results are painfully evident. Unsightly rolls and pounds of extra flesh: clinging to you,
As I head into my 10th straight day of perfect lines, I find myself in the curious position of feeling somewhat more confident than the situation warrants. I’ve been here before. Several times. And by the scale’s numerical measurement, I’m
We’ve finally got a decade we can be proud of again, and it makes me happy.
My mother looked at me and asked: “Are you doing any Christmas baking this year?”
Rehab might not be for everyone, but if someone wants it – and perhaps finds it, and even succeeds with it – why should that bother anyone else?
I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I tried so hard.
Life is funny. It’s hard, and sometimes it’s miserable. It can feel pointless. And then, sometimes, it is unexpectedly beautiful.
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
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.
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.