An off-the-cuff production This has been an interesting holiday season for me. My mom died a year ago. It turns out that most of my interest in participating in Christmas is related to her. I’m not religious, and once she died, the urge to join in on the day’s festivities disappeared as well. This isn’t to say I didn’t want other people to be happy. … Continue reading Happy New Year, and All That Jazz
Sliding and self-sabotage The good behaviours drift away slowly, quiet-like so you don’t notice, so the alarms don’t ring. What is this tendency we have towards shooting ourselves in the foot? I know this isn’t just a me thing. I’m often surprised our species survives. Self-sabotage is especially true of new and improved behaviours. They’re harder to hang onto in times of stress. It’s when … Continue reading Risking eating disorder relapse during times of grief.
My mom died on January 4, 2024, and we’re approaching that time. Autumn is when things got really hard. Autumn is when she started talking about ending treatment. Side effects are a hellscape sometimes. I find I’m spinning my wheels a bit as the anniversary beckons. Much of my movement these days is lateral. My ‘give a damn’ is a bit broken. Unless you cut … Continue reading Grief anniversaries- an off-the-cuff joint.
I didn’t love much about this past week – my cat is sick, and she’s not being super agreeable about medication. It’s a worry. She’ll be thirteen this May, and I’ve had her since she was about six weeks old – a rescue from the feed mill I worked out. She’s got a urinary tract infection. She’s got antibiotics, and I’m administering them, but there’s … Continue reading Things I liked about the week that was – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast. 