As I pulled from Spear to Main street headed past UVM “downtown” for breakfast the brown sugar snow caused the mini van to jitter. It wasn’t a full fledged fish tail, but don’t tell my stomach which dropped floors worth as I quickly catalogued the traffic around me and the odds of crashing into the commuters. Safely on Main I realized how much the not near crash mirrored my thoughts. After reading for days about Philip Seymour Hoffman’s drug overdose he was on my mind as I drove. I Read more […]Read More
Category / weighty issues
Everything itches. And before you start…no its not lice, or anything else lice-like. I’m assuming its not the sometimes fatal rash side effects of my new mood stabilizer. That really would be the ultimate mood stabilizer though…I mean she was feeling pretty bad but look at her now…I can do anything and she doesn’t get upset. (Imagine picture of dead body being poked by vintage yard stick.) The night of gratitude has come and gone. Family and friends and food. Lara and I created an amazing Read more […]Read More
OP: We got a vitamix. My first smoothie was a fail. Way too many beets.
Other other person: Beets make a lot of trouble in a smoothie world.
OOP: I stick to greens and yogurt. Though not together.
Me: I bought the electromagnetic ab exerciser. How can’t that lose? It’s better than a diet.
Me: Here is just ONE way it can lose. By not fitting around my waist.Read More
I’ve always been a run when I’m chased sort of person. But I wasn’t chased so much so I decided to run with my one other fat friend. We have started week four, and we are alive. That is about all I can say. I need you to tell me some things. Those of you who run. Runners high. Is it just the feeling that you get when you stop running? Is there really some sort of endorphin thing? Does the motion that I make have to be easily identifiable as a run to any onlooker for me to get this purported high? Shin Read more […]Read More
I look like the thinker. Except I am not thinking. I mean, we don’t know if the thinker was thinking or not, but he sure looked like I was. I can tell you I am not. I have thoughts, but they are untethered, lacking any sort of connection to one another, and also lacking context…which is what thoughts need to go from descriptive to prescriptive. Or at least from passing to sticky. Or minimally viable as a blog topic. I have my laptop open with optimism, but the act of holding up my own head, Read more […]Read More
It took not one, not two, but three friends pressuring inviting me to work out this morning for me to make it to the gym. Because I was planning an 8:40 departure I had 2 full hours to sit in my pee bed and ring myself with various devices in order to play plenty of candy crush. Some people pay for new lives, some people cheat and set the clock on their phone a month ahead. In the true spirit of excess I just use my six iPads to rotate from one to the other as get stuck on a level. If you don’t Read more […]Read More
A wake. A live. A ware. I have been cleaning out my life to make room to step away from it. Before you start the private messages, texts and calls I don’t mean step away from it in any frightening way. I mean to observe rather than react. This seeing myself, in my fatness, in my will powerlessness, in my entrepreneurship, in my parenting. It has lifted. Today. Today I am none of those things. I am working to untangle my ego from it all. Selecting socks this morning. I reached into the Read more […]Read More
Raised in a black and white household I have spent most of my life seeing shades of grey. Like, even more than 50. So when I bump smack into one of my own prejudices it is alarming. Terrifying really. Flipping through the paper I come across an obituary for a fat, dumpy woman. Skip that one I think. She was clearly stupid…and her death her own fault. Holy shit. I pause and look more closely at the picture. She was BEAMING, her cheeks rosy and smooth, and younger than most of the other people who Read more […]Read More