We met when we were thirteen on the terrifying first day of 7th grade. She eyed me with suspicion as I wandered behind her through the halls. Finally she said, “Are you following me?” I was. As it turned out, we were in every class together. We had sleepovers, ate jellybeans and flipped through magazines, while pondering first kisses. Over a decade later, at dinner, as our chopsticks shovel noodles into our mouths, she...
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Do you crawl into bed at night, your mind spinning with things you still have to do? Is your only ‘break,’ your five-minute shower, away from your kids? Has your body rebelled, getting sick or hurt, forcing you to take a break? Is your battle cry, “COFFEE, oh Dear God, please coffee!” Is life a tad overwhelming? Truth: Sometimes life gets hard. And NO, I’m not going to tell you to suck it up, or sit with it, or put a fake smile...
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As someone who almost tripped down the staircase in my article last week, 50 Shades of This Saved My Marriage (and It’s Not What You Think), I’m reminded that we’re all capable of much more than we give ourselves credit for – great, or not so great. After the post, the comments alerted me that I’d made a small, but huge, error. I’d written the wrong first name of Mr. Grey. The majority of the comments spoke to this as my...
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“You weigh yourself everyday?” I ask perplexed. I’m the friend with the eating disordered past, but scales have never been my thing. “Morning and night,” she states. “I’ve done it for years.” “What if you stopped? Like today, what if you just stopped weighing yourself?” For Members only Listen to or download the podcast of this blog. Hidden mp3 player To become a member, click on REGISTER on the sidebar to the right!...
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For most of my life I’d lived in a land of black and white. Things were either good or bad, right or wrong. I was either a failure or a success. There was nothing in-between. The extremes of this pendulum were felt in every area of my life and contributed to the development of my eating disorder. When I recovered, and had conflict in my marriage, I sought freedom, complete and absolute. During the time that followed this...
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