MIGHTY IRONY
Oh, the irony… I’m in the midst of a 30-day challenge to write a post every day representing positivity and/or freedom from […]
Oh, the irony… I’m in the midst of a 30-day challenge to write a post every day representing positivity and/or freedom from […]
Tomorrow is the last day of the challenge and we will have the opportunity to apply for a scholarship to an eight-week intensive writing course. I desperately want to do this course! It is prohibitively expensive, so I need that scholarship. An optional extra in today’s challenge was to do preparatory work for the application and I have just finished it. I found it eye-opening. I am starting to feel exploring this writing will lead me through a new door. I closed the music door, and have yet to find another one. I have a good feeling about this door.
I have a lot of pain at the moment – I may even have to start admitting my pain is chronic. I’m hesitant to accept that label though – it feels like giving up. But when I’m in pain all the time, I feel tired all the time. And when I’m tired all the time, I have declines with mental health stuff. And of course if you know the first thing about me, you’ll know most of my mental health stuff revolves around eating issues.
There is no escaping grief. Each and every one of us experiences loss and it is always painful – just ask a […]
Today was an eye opening day. It began as any other Saturday – a late lie-in, snuggling with my husband, watching the […]
Wallowing around in my little pity party yesterday was very cathartic. I feel fresh as a daisy today. Which is ironic given […]
I hate where I’m at in life right now. I want to go back. Or forward. Anywhere but here. It is a wish guaranteed […]
I had a really lovely day today. For the most part, I made good decisions around food. And yet for no apparent […]
Perfectionistic thinking. It can be a bit of a curse. Apparently it can also be a really great personality trait – but I […]
I’m fluffy today. And floppy. I had lots of drugs… I have pain. I feel like I have chronic pain, but compared […]
The food in my fridge sings to me. And I mean it really sings. I suspect this is another one of those […]
I’m trying to picture a life free from disordered eating. What would it look like? How would I feel? What would be […]
See that picture? That’s my toes. Pointing at a blank spot. A blank spot where my scales have sat since we renovated the bathroom about 12 years ago. (Before that they sat somewhere else…) For as long as I can remember, I have weighed myself first thing every morning – day in day out. Like clockwork. A special, comforting routine. I’d climb out of bed, empty bladder, strip naked, stare at fateful numbers.
When I was a child I was repressed. Not in an awful way – we weren’t beaten or abused or mistreated in […]
Today was a non-linear recovery day. You know – the old cha cha cha – a few steps forward, a few steps […]