Putting My Carbs Where My Mouth is…Just less of them.

446...a VERY scary moment for me as a diabetic. Talk about a wake-up call. When I saw this number on the monitor, I have to admit, I was pretty scared; shaking even. I knew the repercussions of a number this high and that I literally could have a stroke at any moment. This is my… Continue reading Putting My Carbs Where My Mouth is…Just less of them.

The Complicated Culture of Constant Body Shaming and Praising

Mr. Bean with a strange expression with the caption, "Is your body from McDonalds? Because I'm loving it" I've been thin, overweight, obese, skinny and 'average'. Right now I'm not where I want to be at all, but here I am. Having been in all these "categories", I have very distinctive memories of how I've… Continue reading The Complicated Culture of Constant Body Shaming and Praising

The Conflict of Contradiction

Meme with heading "Women's Magazine: Page 14: How to lose weight fast; Page 15: You're beautiful the way you are; Page 16: Cake recipe. Women (in this case, but I realize this applies to others!) are constantly bombarded with hypocritical messages. "Lose 30 pounds by summer!", a magazine headline blares as you are waiting in… Continue reading The Conflict of Contradiction

The Circuitous Nature of Self-Care VS Self-Sabotage

I have diabetes. I first "acquired" it through three bouts of gestational diabetes. After the birth of my first daughter, I was borderline Type II, but I didn't really take that great care of myself, for a myriad of reasons. So, when I became pregnant with my son, I pretty much had it again as… Continue reading The Circuitous Nature of Self-Care VS Self-Sabotage

Well That Was Stressful

This summer, I chose to go back to college. Wonderful right? Feeling great about myself, finally pursuing my degree. Yes, until I realized that I was taking FOUR three credit courses in a summer-timed schedule. That means that each class requires about 3-4 weeks of work in one week. So, yeah. Thankfully, two of them… Continue reading Well That Was Stressful

In the Silence I Found Myself

As a survivor of domestic violence and emotional abuse, I've had to come to terms with the fact that not everyone is going to treat me now the way I was treated in my past. Sure, there are times when there is something said that triggers a memory and makes me anxious and I may… Continue reading In the Silence I Found Myself

Not Coping with Your Anxiety because of your Anxiety

Unless you've lived with anxiety or have experience knowing people who do, it can be very difficult to recognize and/or understand just what is going on with a person. True anxiety that emerges can take shape in many forms. Someone who is anxious could lash out with anger, suddenly burst into tears, withdraw and become… Continue reading Not Coping with Your Anxiety because of your Anxiety

Putting Yourself First; YES, Really, YOU.

Recently, I was traveling alone and was getting comfortable for my flight. I was noticing all the sights and sounds around me and watching people walk past and settle in. Once everyone had taken their seats and the flight attendants were giving their speech about procedures, I noticed one particular fact that really stood out… Continue reading Putting Yourself First; YES, Really, YOU.

There is no Shame in Being a Survivor

There are some people in my life who would probably prefer that I drop the issue of my former abuse done by my late husband. There were plenty of people who knew what I was going through and they CHOSE to not intercede. Once, I was told by someone I went to for help, "NO… Continue reading There is no Shame in Being a Survivor

The (Wrong) Guys you Meet (and Endure) Before Finally Figuring it Out

When I found myself widowed, overwhelmed, lost and lonely, I was very far from a place of self-awareness and understanding that would enable me to make good choices for myself concerning the people you should choose to have around you. Being suddenly disconnected from the life you'd known for many years and the profound silence… Continue reading The (Wrong) Guys you Meet (and Endure) Before Finally Figuring it Out