I’m a fifth-generation Canadian on both sides. My dad’s people settled on the east coast the late 1700s and my mom’s grandparents were born to Polish and Ukrainian farmers here on the Alberta prairie. I grew up in my mom’s home. … Continue reading Separating Food and Love, or 10 Ways to Show Someone You Love Them Without Stuffing Their Face With Food
By the time I was 14, I had lived in eight different homes. Since then, I’ve moved 17 more times. That’s 31 places in 41 years. Continue reading A Place to Call Home
I have a bad case of boredom. For the first month, I was losing a pound a day and it was fun and exciting. For the last two weeks I have bounced between 295 and 297 daily – up and down and up and down. Boring. And frustrating. Continue reading Achieving Balance – Two Month Check-In
On the inside, I am fit and vital. On the outside, I am a woman who spent the last 35 years abusing herself with food. Continue reading Six-week Check-In: Insides and Outsides
For lack of a more delicate phrase, I’m peeing out the pounds. And the best way to keep the processing plant healthy is to keep things flowing. Continue reading Moving Water: Kidneys, Clutter and Tears
Today I walked to a cafe to have coffee with a friend. I had an Americano. And an apple.
A month ago, that sentence may have looked more like: I drove to Tim’s for a double double and a 20-pack of Timbits to bring home and watch Netflix for 12 hours – curtains shut, doors locked. But then, of course, I wouldn’t have written anything at all. Continue reading 30-Day Check-In: Food for the Soul
One night in the dead of winter, I found myself wandering around an abandoned parking lot with my parka over my pajamas sobbing. Continue reading Grey Skies: Depression, Anxiety and Obesity
A fat girl* at rest stays at rest and a fat girl in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. Continue reading 14-Day Check-in: Celebrating Newton’s First Law of Motion
I was praised for being clever. For me, there was no reward like a grown-up telling me how smart I was. Continue reading Conquering the Know-it-All in Me
When I published the Little Black Stones letter, I had inspiration, vulnerability, humility, motivation and more than a little fear. What I didn’t have, was a plan. Continue reading So, what’s your plan?