In the past week I have: Successfully set up camp solo Gone paddle boarding (tall knees) Worked three shifts Taken kidlette to the fair (solo!) Practiced harmonies for my next show I am proud of these mini accomplishments, things I wouldn’t have thought possible not too long ago. I’ve also: Run into people I knowContinue reading “August 2025”
Tag Archives: ED Recovery
Bone Broth is *NOT* Soup
Broth is a MF’ing ingredient. Not soup. Not a meal.
Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,
Note to self: Sweet baby girl, you take up as much space as you can. The world is vast and the universe expanding. Cowards will try to make you small. They will line their pockets with your insecurities. Starve them. Deny THEM. Not yourself.Restriction won’t help you grow.And you can’t hate yourself to happy. TheyContinue reading “Notes to Self: Dear Brooklyn Dancer,”
How We Work: Lesson Two
We are more than just muscle, bone, and fat. Seriously.
Fucking Fitness: Perspective from a Silver Millennial, Lesson One
Sharing some of my rage, experience, confusion, and hard learned lessons, so maybe I can help one person avoid some of that pain, frustration, and shame.
Easy-Ass Dinner for a Friday Night
Okay, apparently it’s Friday y’all (what is time). Here’s my easy-ass dinner for tonight: Shredded Chicken Rice Bowls. Frozen chicken thighs into the slow cooker, cover in BBQ sauce. Low or Hi depending on your timing. Gonna serve that over rice, so get the cooker set. (or frozen rice is ready in 3 min) ThisContinue reading “Easy-Ass Dinner for a Friday Night”
Back in My Body: My Cells My Self
This is my hardest lesson. That my interior truth outranks exterior perception.
Post-It Sized Cage
For over a year I’ve had a post-it with various weight ranges and categories listed. As a reminder. A post-it sized cage. I’ve spun some pretty spectacular bullshit to justify its existence: That the range helps me from focusing on a single number, that it helps me keep perspective, that it keeps me accountable, that it preventsContinue reading “Post-It Sized Cage”
Unrecovered
I’m safeguarding my disorder to insure that it will continue. So It will survive. It will go underground and change its name to Wellness and garner so much applause it’d keep Tinkerbell alive forever.
This is not a scale
This is a trap.This is going in Time Out. It can come out when I no longer imbue it with the power to determine my mood. I know who I am.I know how I feel. Yet time after time I forfeit that power— I hand it over to a number that tells me only myContinue reading “This is not a scale”
Pretty Good Ugly 