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,
Getting Ahead of Myself
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
2020: Happy New Year!
We’ve finally got a decade we can be proud of again, and it makes me happy.
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
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 could I have doubted?