I put “write a book” on my goal list for 2020.
In fact, I put 5 different books that I wanted to write on my goal list. Talk about overshooting, right? I put that list away and did nothing about it.
This week I reviewed my goals and realized that I had not reached them. There were no books written by yours truly. A lot of started books, sure, but no typing “the end.”
I wanted to write 100,000 words and I did. I wanted to make $1,000 from writing in one month and I did that five times this year. …
This is one of my favorite times of the year.
I love that we’re in the season when everyone wants to better themselves. While I’m not crazy about resolutions, I love that we have a whole new year and everything seems possible and everyone is ready to reach for their goals.
Believe me, I have done them before.
I’ve weighed my food and counted my calories and cut out every type of food you can imagine.
And, I also am recovering from an eating disorder.
There are a few things that I can point to as reasons why my disorder happened. One of them is most definitely from dieting and poor body image at a young age. …
I’m not going to start this article belaboring the horror that was 2020. We have enough of those, don’t we?
(Not that I don’t agree. It sucked.)
Instead, I want to thank those that got me through this year.
Specifically, the podcasters.
Can we talk about how incredible podcasts are? We get an hour or more of free content from some of the most incredible minds out there. How amazing is that?
I usually listen to a few podcast genres: business, pop culture, spirituality, and true crime.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted a distraction from the really terrible news cycle. I wanted to learn less about how to be productive and learn more about how to just take deep breaths. …
This week, Matthew McConaughey’s new book Greenlights was released.
I’m a sucker for a celebrity memoir, and since McConaughey is such a creative actor, I cannot wait to get my hands on a copy of this book.
He’s been making the rounds promoting his book this week, and one particular story stood out to me:
“Matthew McConaughey Spent 52 Days Alone in the Desert with No Electricity to Write His Memoir,” Vanity Fair’s headline reads.
We love stories like this: stories of dramatic lengths that writers will go to in order to create their art.
I’ve had a negative relationship with exercise since high school.
As a person in eating disorder recovery, moving my body was not an easy thing to motivate myself to do. I felt sluggish. I felt overwhelmed.
I spent hours researching the best workouts for weight loss. I never did any of them.
It wasn’t until a few years into recovery that I realized something revolutionary.
I wasn’t working out because I hadn’t found a workout that I loved.
For years, I had copied other people’s exercise routines. I looked outward for advice, and I never questioned it. …
We are living in uncharted territory. We work from our homes now, if we are lucky to work at all. We stand six feet apart. We watch the news and hold our breaths as we see the day’s updated counts.
It’s not what we wanted. It’s not what we were prepared for. We planned weddings that are canceled. We planned trips that are postponed. We expected to keep living life the way that we are used to living life.
But everything is changed now. It’s interrupted. …
I was first introduced to yoga through my grandfather. He started practicing in his sixties, did his yoga teacher training, and would show up in my living room to show off his headstand.
I took hold of my own yoga practice after college. I was waist-deep in an eating disorder that was raging in my life, and I moved home to live with my parents. I needed happy. I needed movement. I found home yoga.
There on the carpet living room floor, my mother and I would show up night after night to stretch and balance and hold still. It hurt. I felt my body opening up. …
Social isolation is hard on everyone, but for those of us with a history of eating disorders, it’s dangerous. Being alone is a huge trigger for me. Being alone brings up feelings — good and bad — that I once chased down with food.
I’m mostly recovered. I’m mainly in the clear. But with a mandate to isolate from other people, I worry for myself. And for people like me. I’m one of the lucky ones. I can social distance with my roommate (my sister) and boyfriend. But many people are completely alone.
My eating disorder raged in my life during the times I felt most alone. It became a hideaway for me. When I was isolated, I tumbled into an eating disorder that no one saw. After months of struggle, I never had to face it, until I saw the change in the eyes of my family. …
My story is just one among millions. It’s not the saddest. It’s not the hardest. And I know that because I’m immersing myself in the words of other people. I read your stories, too. And my heart breaks.
Then, I know so many people who are still oblivious. I know so many who are still going to spring break. Still going to the mall. Still walking around the world as if it’s not burning to the ground.
My dad has a rare heart condition at only 58 years old. He’s had it for most of my adult life. In my normal life, I hold my breath without realizing it, knowing that something could happen at any moment. …
I wanted to be in love. I wasn’t doing a damn thing to make that happen.
To be fair, it was not entirely my fault. I had no clue all the beliefs I had built up about love and me that were keeping me from actually falling in love.
Feeling stuck? Let’s take a look at your mindset.
Ah, the scarcity thought process. We often look at the slew of proposals on social media and think to ourselves, “Well, that’s it. There is no one left.”
The more time goes by the more we convince ourselves that we are running out of options. We think that age limits our options, like sands in an hourglass. …