It occurred to me, while sitting at my desk doing my daily mailers and prospecting activities, that there’s a high likelihood that no one would notice if I didn’t post a blog every week. I am battling the nagging sensation that people close to me don’t care about my creativity or support my writing, which […]
I have to be honest. I just read an article written by an elite athlete now finally coming out to the world about her eating disorder. She was talking about every (literal) body looking different, whether it is fit or not, disordered or well. It made me think of my own thoughts about fit bodies
Doesn’t completely go away. The intensity and the depth of the darkness lessens, but it doesn’t subside at the rate we expect, and certainly not at the rate that we want. It’s been my experience that grief, the kind that starts as a hold on your heart that will smash it to pieces on any
Not ironically, I was just making some book edits and reading through part of my bout with bulimia before I was readying myself to write a little about the healing relationship I have with food today. Never do I want to forget my experience. It seems like somebody else’s story now; like somebody else drove
It’s alluring and sexy to think that what you do for a living – what makes you money and affords you the luxuries you might not otherwise have access – must be something you’re passionate about and extremely competent in. While I don’t disagree that work should be enjoyable, certainly manageable and rewarding not just
There’s the romantic and fantastical desire to “cast out” the “bad” within us. We do this by swearing off behaviors and ideas, promising ourselves (and sometimes others) we won’t do something again. We also do this with hateful language and negative energy. We have inner speak that reflects our fears: we tell our disorders to
“I’m either a fucking idiot, or a total badass” I texted a training friend before I wrapped my foot up and went to test it on some hills in the woods. I’ve had some unplanned superficial injuries lately that have scared me: a busted kneecap requiring 8 stitches, and now a hole in the underside
It’s all fun and games until it happens to us. We have such perspective on your life, on your self-care, on your temporary situation; but when it comes to our own? We start grappling and pleading and applying different rules than you get. Damn. I was out running last weekend in Patapsco, going for a
When the disease tugs, it tugs hard. It’s cunning and it’s baffling and it’s subtle. It whispers and then it works its way into the crevices and the cracks you didn’t notice were still open and available to being worked. Then slowly it chokes. It seems like overnight, but it isn’t if you look back
If you’re close to me, even if you don’t run Spartan races, you know this is hell on Earth and 2 feet. I have talked about Palmerton for years – especially because after finishing last year, I swore I’d never go back there again. I was so serious that I even called my mother in