Did you know that Peter Gabriel named five of his albums, “Peter Gabriel”? I guess he hated coming up with titles too. His new stuff is good – “Playing for Time” is in my “current rotation” Spotify playlist. It’s good. But I digress. A neat trick considering I haven’t started. I feel fat today. Fat is not a feeling, something they hammer home in eating … Continue reading Recovery Road has too many hills – an off-the-cuff joint.
There are some beautiful, knowledgeable posts up about St. Paddy’s Day and the different celebrations that abound. There are probably ones teaching a bit about the day as well. This isn’t one of those. I know very little besides the demand to wear green. I have a legitimate claim to the day – great-grandma on my dad’s side was Irish, and his mother, though raised … Continue reading Happy St. Patrick’s Day – an off-the-cuff joint.
I hate losing things. Even games, though that’s not what this is about. Perhaps all loss is verboten in my brain? I ordered a few things from Amazon the other day. Evil, I know, but it’s so convenient. Hypocrisy will be the death of us. That, and our tendency towards inertia. But I digress. Among the purchases was a Burt’s Bees Lip Crayon. I’ve started … Continue reading I hate losing things.
The best and worst thing about recovery is the learning. There’s so much of it. I decided shortly before arriving that my last in-patient treatment was going to be the last. It was do-or-die time, not hyperbole considering both the status of my eating disorder and my recent suicide attempt. Attempts screw you up beyond the issues that got you there in the first place. … Continue reading Important lessons get repeated
From Famine to Feast 