Week 5. Week 5 was stressful. Food alleviates my stress. Its comfort to my soul. I felt like scrapping my Journey to 135 And settling for a journey to 335. My week was rough. Last week, I decided to remove coffee from my diet. Coffee is another source of comfort. Once I have my morning…Read More
“Who Are You?” 2 years ago. As I sat in my therapists office. Staring blankly into the air. My therapist was awaiting a response from me. “Who are you?” She asked. I tried to think of something clever to say. Something that would sound good. Something funny. The way my therapist stared intently at me.…Read More
Let’s see. My Journey to 135. Healthy Living Lifestyle. Summed into one word. HELP! Weeks 1-4 have been a rollercoaster. A mixture of GLOWAGE and the RUINATION of everything I have ever lived for. Let’s start with the RUINATION: I’ve been eating whatever I’ve wanted since I was a new-born. I’ve always been skinny. As a kid, I…Read More
Along my Journey to 135, I discovered Keto dieting. Eating protein and veggies seemed fairly easy, however I had a hard time adjusting. I quickly discovered that Keto would not be for me. However, one day, I had a craving for a Starbucks drink. I did not want to ruin my diet with a super sugary drink,…Read More
I was fortunate enough to have grown up with all four of my grandparents. We each had a unique bond, but I had an even closer bond with my paternal grandfather. Grandaddy Pat. My Grandaddy Pat had dark, smooth skin. He used Noxzema every day and made sure he had cherry chapstick in his pocket…Read More
Steps on scale. Scale reads 154 pounds. I look on in horror! “Nah, Cant be…” This scale obviously hasn’t been calibrated in a long time. Steps off scale. Shakes scale. Replaces battery. Steps back on scale. Butt naked. Scale still reads 154. For the first time in my life, I’m appalled by my weight increase. I mean. Yeah…Read More
I often wonder. How is it that certain people display negative expressions on their face. Not sometimes. But. At all times. Personally. When I’m angry, I smile. When I’m sad, I smile. When I’m frustrated, I smile. Until I’m behind closed doors. Then, I remove the smiley face and display my emotions. I discreetly stare at…Read More
I woke up this morning with this poem in my head and when I got in the car there was a woman on the radio also reciting this poem.
Listening to my inner woman and the deejay on the radio was confirmation that:
The tragedy in life doesn’t lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach.
Ten years ago. There was an older woman that worked in the same building that I worked in. Eclectic and Bold. I’d never seen a woman wear striped button ups with polka dotted pencil skirts. Fishnets with blazers and short skirts. Leopard print cat eye frames. She wore her collars sticking straight up in the air. Fabrics that didn’t match, but…Read More