From Rage to Redemption

  I recently spent two months in jail on three counts of aggravated assault. I will spare you all the details (even though it makes for an interesting story). I was off my medication, very stressed out and not coping well with life. I can remember sitting in the back of the police car feelingContinue reading “From Rage to Redemption”

Food Addiction: It’s Not Your Fault

I can remember being a young child in Germany. My mom was stationed there, and I went over to join her once she settled in. It was strange being a 9-year-old in a foreign country with absolutely no family or friends. My mother worked all the time and I stayed at home and ate snacksContinue reading “Food Addiction: It’s Not Your Fault”

90 Days to Sobriety-Part 2

I just completed week 1 of my journey to forever conquering food addiction. This is not a new process for me-the decision to rid myself of toxic food and thought-it is one that has been repeated over and over with many failed attempts. Although I no longer call them failed attempts but just a partContinue reading “90 Days to Sobriety-Part 2”

90 Days To Sobriety-Part 1 

Sober…sobriety is described as a.) sparing in the use of food and drink, b.) not to be addicted (Merriam-Webster). THIS is what I want…to be sober. And I am not. Many people don’t feel food is addictive and/or that having a sugar/food addiction can be harmful to your quality of life but trust me! IContinue reading “90 Days To Sobriety-Part 1 “

My Mother Died and So I Ate…

My mother is dead. The words are stale in my mouth, still hard to digest after sixteen months of her being gone. I have done a great job at avoiding the pain by staying away from the little town that I know as “home”. Or had I? I now, deeply, revisit all of these feelingsContinue reading “My Mother Died and So I Ate…”

And Here I am Again…Hating the Thickness in the Middle 

I can tell you without hesitation that my body is strong and it has come along way but in the same breath also say I’m not where I want to be. I sit down, stand up, bend over hating my mid section. It’s very close to an obsession. There is almost no time in myContinue reading “And Here I am Again…Hating the Thickness in the Middle “

Walking in My Own Truth

My memories of the multitude of quasi relationships over the years that I passed through sometimes with only experiencing the crash and burn, nothing too much in between, are a blur attempts at connecting with the world. I never truly connected with anyone as it always ended up being a very surface and shallow interactionContinue reading “Walking in My Own Truth”