Let’s break bread, an off-the-cuff joint.
To cook, or to not cook, that’s the question. Once upon a time, I liked cooking. Before the eating disorder tentacled it’s way into everything, I quite enjoyed it. I liked trying new things. I liked feeding other people. It’s harder with an eating disorder, if only because people ask why you aren’t eating, or why your food is different. So, I started cooking less. … Continue reading Let’s break bread, an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m fond of external scaffolding, it helps keep me organized – an off-the-cuff joint.
I’m a comparative individual. I compare myself with others constantly. Both my mother and grandmother were judgmental people, commenting on others across nearly all metrics, on everything from appearance to behaviour to employment to belief systems. And although my mother did it to a lesser degree and with more grace than my grandmother, hearing others being judged and fond wanting on a regular basis takes … Continue reading I’m fond of external scaffolding, it helps keep me organized – an off-the-cuff joint.
Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
I have no plan. I don’t think much about the future. Not about next week, or next month, or next year. I used to, many, many years ago. When I was a child and wanted to be an aerospace engineer. Or a biochemist. Or a surgeon. Back when I had plans for the future. But an eating disorder, though it taunts you with ideas of … Continue reading Nihilism is almost never a good idea – an off-the-cuff joint.
Happy back, happy life.
The first slip When I was in grade twelve, our school’s concert band participated in yet another band competition. Our conductor liked to compete, so we performed as often as he could manage. I don’t remember if we performed well or badly, but I remember that our band teacher wasn’t pleased. And when he wasn’t happy, things didn’t go well for us. There would be … Continue reading Happy back, happy life.
From Famine to Feast 