pudge

This morning I stepped on the scale.  115 pounds.  ugghhh…. I can feel it in my body, see it in the way my clothes are fitting.  Feeling short of breath at the top of the third flight of stairs, still Continue reading pudge

just breathe

Session with my therapist today, who had two questions: What would it take to have the courage to face my anxiety without resorting to dysfunctional coping behaviors? What is my plan if my needs cannot be met in my new life? Continue reading just breathe

on the subject of wine

If you have MTHFR you shouldn’t drink.  Period.  I haven’t had a drink since Friday night, except for a glass of sacramental wine on Sunday.  I know, I know… It’s only Tuesday, and this morning my hands were shaking when Continue reading on the subject of wine

the domesticity of pie

Today another meeting with my counselor.  Today we talked about how much I don’t like endings. Why don’t you like endings? she asked. Because endings are abandonment, and I will never abandon anything or anyone who has a glimmer of Continue reading the domesticity of pie