Not A Failure, A Delay
SO… Umm… (Awkward uncomfortable silence and shuffling of feet) If you’ve been journeying with me for a while, you know that I’ve been on a health/fitness quest. I lost 70 pounds (WOO HOO!)…and I’ve gained back 53 of them… (Pauses for a moment of silence for the loss of my loss…) OK, yes, there is some shame, some sadness, some depression associated with this. There is no question that I feel like I’ve failed…that I let myself down…that I did all that hard work and then blew
Giving Up
Have you ever just reached a point with something where you decide you’ve had enough? You just don’t feel like fighting or struggling anymore? You are just *so* completely tired and worn with the effort and exertion of trying to achieve something that you decide you’re done? That’s where I am at the moment. Disclaimer: To all of my arm-chair psychoanalysts out there, no this is not some kind of a cry for help. There is no need to raise any kind of an alarm. I am not going
F Words
I’ve got a few to describe my dedication to writing HERE, but I’ll be good for now. Seriously LD? 5 FULL months? That's a record, and not the pride-inducing-Olympic kind either. Apparently I’ve been busy. Very busy. Work became beyond hectic. Then I had a little six-week post-operative thing (maybe I’ll talk about why I had surgery at some point, but not today). Then I’ve been playing catch-up. Bottom line? Life got in the way, as it so often does. But today…today I’m
Emotions and Perspective
In life we often find ourselves riding an emotional roller coaster. We get to experience incredibly high highs with love, light and laughter, which can be followed by depressingly low lows with death, darkness and despair. Of course there are all kinds of levels in between. Granted, they make pills these days to temper the extreme nature of human emotion, but to a certain extent I believe those peaks and valleys are part of our life experience and make being part of this c
Anger
Emotions are a very powerful thing. I spent the first 30 or so years of my life denying that I had any emotions that weren’t positive. I was the eternally happy, cheerful one of the bunch. Nothing ever got me down. Of course in reality I internalized every negative emotion—usually in the form of chocolate or bread. Mmmmm….chocolate bread…with cherries…my friend Kat gave me a recipe for that…gotta try it out soon. But I digress. Since my divorce and my subsequent time on
