Sagging, bagging, wrinkles and all, I strive to love the body I occupy. I tell myself that it’s a good place to live in now, in this moment, and in every other moment past and future. I say that, I m...
Exercise has become so dull and predictable that I practically sleep through a workout. It’s the same old thing on the elliptical and recumbent – up and down, round and round, rote, like an actor pla...
Last Wednesday, I finished my first year of a 2-year dietetics program at Community College of Allegheny County. I have never, ever felt so relieved to finish something in my life. Not even after del...
In grade school, we referred to the time between grades as “summer vacation.” It wasn’t defined by travel. It was simply time away from book learning. I’m many years removed from 6th grade, but next ...
Here’s what’s in my fridge as of this morning, April 25, 2012: 3 packages of Shiritaki Noodles, a quarter-full bag of shredded carrots, a half-full bag of spinach, a container of grape tomatoes, five...
I apologize for my absence. Clearly, I can’t blog and learn medical terminology, medical nutrition therapy, employment law, and the names of bacteria, viruses and tapeworms that cause food borne illn...
It started with, “Do you see that cleavage, Marge?” and ended with, “I’ll be walking up your fire escape in a minute!” I volunteer for a non-profit agency that, among a lot of other things, runs a fo...
This blog is dedicated to my oldest daughter, who turns 29 tomorrow. I, of course, am still 29 *grin* You were 16, I think, the day you told me I was your best friend. “Well, thank you, honey,” I rep...
This morning, I took one helluva test in Medical Nutrition Therapy. 100 points. Math was involved. Yuck. And it was timed. Afterwards, I was shaking and second guessing myself. ‘Dammmit, I should hav...
Food. Is there a subject more complex or convoluted? Politics, religion, the differences between the sexes…those subject’s got nothin’ on food. We need food to survive. Of course. But it’s not like w...
Lying in bed this morning, listening to the rain, eating a bowl of last night’s stir fry, and playing Words with Friends on my iPhone, John Lennon starting singing in my head: “It’s been too long sin...
The space of my life right now is filled with crazy difficult challenging things. School, work, joint issues, relationships…you know what I’m talking about. In a few moments of reflection today...
When I was a kid, I viewed Lent as a six-week nightmare for my Catholic friends. They always had to give up something they loved, and it was almost always food. Usually their parents chose that somet...
I was in the lobby at 10:15, as planned, texting a friend because my hands were shaking and they needed something to do. A tall, thin man with round glasses walked past the desk and I looked up. He s...
The airline gods were smiling down on me today. Not only did they order up a clear, calm and warm day, they sat me next to a gorgeous dark-haired man in row 12. While we barely spoke, he had a warm s...
Most of us don’t consciously want to hurt ourselves. However, by driving our bodies beyond what they can do or, conversely, by not challenging them at all, we are hurting ourselves. I’ve swung to bot...
I could have stayed back in a warm house playing Scrabble. Instead, I hiked through brambles and briars and oh-my-god wind, ice and swamp to help (OK…watch) hunting man boyfriend take down his tree s...
If there’s a theme song for perseverance, determination, and…in the footsteps of my last blog…resilience, it’s “I Still Believe” by The Call. When I listen to it, I believe I can do anything. Michael...
“Resilience is the difference between making _______ one part of your story and [allowing it to be] your entire narrative.” Robert Wicks, author of “Bounce: Living the Resilient Life” As January wane...
Since embarking on this weight journey seven years ago, I’ve lived, breathed, written about and obsessed over food. I’ve studied it, planned my life around it, cursed it, adored it, avoided it, snuck...
In my last blog, I mentioned a Buddhist saying that I like: “Between the stimulus and our response is the space in which lies our power and freedom.” I was listening to one of Tara Brach’s audio talk...
I love prime numbers because they are divisible only by 1 and themselves. They are the mathematical equivalent of what I’d like to be: one with myself while living within a diverse and sometimes comp...
Last night was like Christmas Eve. I fidgeted all evening like a 5-year-old waiting for Santa, watching the clock move slowly to bedtime. I don’t usually wish time away, but I couldn’t wait to wake u...
I thought it was about time I dug my head out of a book to let you know I’m alive and well and up to my ears in quizzes, exams, foods lab, papers, and all kinds of analysis (read: math *cough*). I’ve...
Because of "suspicious activity, Google delected my blog. I jumped through Googles hoops, so lets see if the problem is fixed.
I was six months pregnant and watching the “Price is Right” when Johnny Olson said, “Lisa Hanson, come on down! You’re the next contestant on The Price Is Right!” ‘Hunh,’ I thought. ‘I wonder if that...
Well, it’s time to fix another body part. It’s like I’m in a “Surgery-of-the-Year” club. The dues are pretty high, but what can I do? I need functioning joints if I can get ‘em. This year, it’s my le...
My brother discovered a love of writing about five years ago and has written more than 200 essays. However, Martys "voice" has been silent since June when a series of seizures left ...
When I grow up, I want to be as kind as my grandson, Luca. (“Sure!” is his standard response to questions.)As happy as my granddaughter, Maelie (who, despite cutting what seems like 40 teeth at the s...
I love fall. Its my favorite time of year, especially with that "extra" hour we get when daylight savings ends. I wont bore you with a lot of words. Ill just bore you with photos :) Fall mean...
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