My Year of Less, Chapter Three: Sobriety
On the 4th of July, I knew I was done. I’d had an impending sense of a pull to abstinence from alcohol for quite some time despite having no “real” consequences from my drinking. I knew this was on the horizon…
Atlantic City and Visions for the Future
I hate tunnels. Whether they’re through a mountain, under water (the absolute worst), or the figurative lesson-learning kind–I hate them. They’re scary and suffocating. I spend time equally between keeping my head down and eyes squeezed shut, and craning my…
Giving Back
Better. A few years ago, on Facebook, there was this little thing going around where people were encouraged to choose one word, rather than a New Year’s resolution, to carry with them for the next year. If I’m not mistaken,…
The Monday Paradox (Food Diary, Part Three)
This is a long one, folks, so settle in. I suppose I could have broken this up into two posts, but it’s one story. Sort of. So, just read the damn thing. We left off my last Food Diary post…
My Life WAS a Box of Chocolates (Food Diary, Part Two)
It’s only been a few hours since I published “Does this coffin make me look fat?” but let’s see where we left off. Oh, right, at the bottom of a bag of Oreos. Got it. I had a subscription to…
Does This Coffin Make Me Look Fat? (Food Diary, Part One)
I could lie and say “I didn’t always struggle with my weight,” but for the sake of brevity, I won’t. I’ve always had some sort of struggle with my weight. For instance, I know exactly what I weighed in 5th…