A lot of us here in the BLE world are falling apart right now. We don’t know what’s going to happen next. One little virus, and we’re stuck in our houses, wondering how long we’ll be asked to isolate ourselves.
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,
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.
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.