I Really Don’t Like Sunshine
Winter is my favorite season, followed by autumn, when the days get short and the darkness takes over. This year Chicago got a white Christmas with inches of snow falling on Christmas night. It must have been beautiful. But I wouldn't know because I spent Christmas...
Happy December!
December is my favorite month. I've been telling people that and I'm stunned by their response. Each person has replied, "Why?" I don't understand this question. We are neck-deep in Christmas decorations, Christmas music, Christmas goodies, Christmas parties and...
Sugar
Disclaimer: since I became properly obese, I re-read these old posts and see my body dysmorphia and self-hatred and obsession with food and weight. It's sad. Since my last post I have managed to keep my weight constant, which I consider good enough. At least I won't...
On Thanksgiving…
I am grateful to feel grateful at all. This has been a very hard year even though Bob and I weren't even dealing with a financial crisis or losing a home or anything like that. But obviously major surgery causes its own kind of stress. My depression depleted my...
On the Eleventh Day of Thanksgiving..
I'm very grateful to have a job, and a job I actually like.
On the Tenth Day of Thanksgiving…
Disclaimer: since I became properly obese, I re-read these old posts and see my body dysmorphia and self-hatred and obsession with food and weight. It's sad. I'm grateful for Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) and Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprogramming (EMDR)....
On the Ninth Day of Thanksgiving…
I'm grateful for the ad campaign of a Chicago girls school called Regina Dominican. They use posters like this that always give me a boost.
On the Eighth Day of Thanksgiving…
Disclaimer: since I became properly obese, I re-read these old posts and see my body dysmorphia and self-hatred and obsession with food and weight. It's sad. I'm grateful that I've finally started to lose the twelve pounds I put on over my awful, wretched summer of...
On the Seventh Day of Thanksgiving…
I'm grateful for being an American. I never felt this way until I left the country for the first time in my life and finally used a passport at the age of 44. I went to Peru and Bolivia. There I saw what my life could have been if my grandparents hadn't hauled...
On the Sixth Day of Thanksgiving…
I'm grateful for anti-depressants!
On the Fifth Day of Thanksgiving…
I'm grateful for my new cell phone. This is why I have a new cell phone: In 2006, my husband's company began paying for his cell phone. In 2008, they got him a BlackBerry. I was so envious, I insisted that we get me a BlackBerry, too. We could afford it, since we...
On the Fourth Day of Thanksgiving…
I'm grateful for a husband who does stuff like this when he finds chalk outside that a kid left behind.