When I first started using Pinterest (my horrible, horrible addiction), I noticed that most workout pins and nutrition advice, motivational posters were all attached to the extremely thin and fit. Workout models even. With my training as a Personal Trainer, I could see through some of the nutritional advice and the workout plans as seriously … More In Defense of the Average
It all started when I begged my Mom to start Weight Watchers with me in January of 2007. I remember hearing the ads on television and occasionally during radio commercials, that there was finally a way to drop the weight for good without a diet. I was currently on a vacation in Hawaii with my … More Escaping the DIEt and Trusting Myself
I don’t think I’m going out on a limb when I say that most people don’t consider the other parts of the human experience when considering getting their “health” back on track. I believe that to most people, “getting healthy” means getting back into their high school clothes or an elusive size __. They don’t … More The Total Package
Our fridge is loaded with things like sliced lean turkey without additives, baby carrots, unsweetened almond milk, eggs, sweet potatoes, granny smith apples. We have a large glass canister full of rolled old-fashioned oats, ready for a quick snack or breakfast. We don’t have butter or cream here. No chips or fried food. No candy … More Goodbye, PB
When I was at my thinnest, I took pride in refusing second helpings, dinners out, and even cake on my birthday. I wanted my refusal to say, “look how strong I am. I am built on will-power alone. I have no needs at all. I don’t believe in frivolity or even having something special to … More Finding the Sweet Spot
I’ve been a mess lately as far as my eating disorder goes. Half of me wants to get better, wants patience in my pursuit of a healthy body image, and can celebrate with cake on her birthday. She can shrug off the days when monthly bloat causes her skinny jeans to be a bit snug. … More My Two Halves
It’s amazing to me how soon I feel the difference in my mood, my perception of the world, my importance here, my happiness… my quality of life, how ALL of it is depending on if I’ve remembered to take my antidepressant everyday. The fact that my mood depends on something like medication is actually very … More Miss Hyde
An irritation of mine? When you hear well-intentioned people say, “love yourself” and “it’s really what’s inside that counts.” Excuse me while I gag. Those messages are beautiful and fluffy, but how the hell are you supposed to do that? How do you embrace (much less, accept) your many flaws when you have magazines, telling … More Let’s Get Real
Last Monday night, I started group therapy (per suggestion of Heidi) and was pleasantly surprised. I’m in a group of 9 women, all of whom seem to be around the same age of me and from all different pasts and issues to work though. Part of the group is that we each “own” our seats, … More Contracting with Myself
I’ve never been one to take pills. I’m actually quite adamant against them- always shell-shocked when television commercials would finally get to the laundry list of side-effects, which, to me, seemed so much worse than the illness to which they were prescribed. I personally think more people pop pills like candy more for the fix … More Dosing Up
Blonde vs The World 