Strange times we’re living in with COVID-19. My husband and I are working from home and the cat is irritating the hell out of us. My gym is closed. There is no goddamn toilet paper to be found at the grocery store. It’s so inconvenient to go to Costco right now (lolz, when was it… Continue reading What are you grateful for?
Several posts in my Instagram feed last week brought to my attention that it was Eating Disorder Awareness Week. One in particular from an amateur runner I follow briefly documented her experience with binge eating. I sat up as I read it. Binge eating is a form of disordered eating? Well. Shit. I’ve never been… Continue reading Disordered living
Earlier this week, I jotted down notes after an evening run with my pup. It wasn’t a pretty one. Ginny lollygagged, more interested in sniffing mailbox posts than keeping pace at my side. Thus, my pace wasn’t great. Never mind the fact that the GPS on my watch wasn’t working and I missed recording a… Continue reading When to skip a workout
After I started my current job in October 2018, most Fridays I’d find a reason to stop by the grocery store. We need bananas, hand soap, oh, right, some chips and salsa. Always in my basket would end up beer. Without fail. The week was long, the evening was young, the weekend ahead of me.… Continue reading The pull
Today is my reddit cake day. I created an account with an anonymous name a year ago to post in the daily check-in on r/stopdrinking, and I’ve posted twice on my own and made many comments on others' posts in that sub. If I will ever do anything more formal with regard to recovery remains… Continue reading I’m not drinking
While I scrubbed the bathroom floor on one of those Sundays that necessitated a thorough house cleaning, I heard the front door open, followed by my then-fiance’s voice. “Don’t be mad!” Oh, no. He bought a pickup. (We’d been weighing the idea of getting a cheap-o pickup truck to help with house remodeling projects, to… Continue reading Puppy life
A little over a month ago, my dad passed away. I’ve documented here how his then-imminent death would be a blessing, and in many ways, it was. He suffered. He would not have chosen to live or die in the way that he did. I wish that he could still be here, but such a… Continue reading Dispatches from a month out