Stream of Consciousness Ramble: I want to love myself. And I do. Some of the time. Most of the time. I can’t say, however, that I accept myself exactly as I am and exactly as I’m not. I’m trying to find a place of ease and freedom around my body – yet this body places limitations on my life that I don’t accept. Friends and followers often say, “you’re perfect just the way you are,” or, “there’s no where to get.” And I appreciate the sentiment. And I think they misunderstand where I’m coming from. I don’t want to lose weight because … Continue reading Mini-post: Struggling with Acceptance
What if I were perfect – exactly as I am and exactly as I’m not? What if I didn’t spend every minute of every day thinking, being and doing things to make myself anything but what I am right … Continue reading What if?
One of the most powerful tools for inspiration and transformation is storytelling. I once started a 9-piece soul band after watching The Commitments (great flick). I decided to start Nourishing Camie after reading Andie Mitchell‘s It Was Me All Along. Reese Witherspoon’s … Continue reading Unlucky Nines and Other Disempowering Stories I Tell Myself
Here’s the thing: music is medicine for the soul – at least it is for mine. The less I sang, the sadder, slower and bigger I got. It was like not letting music out of my body was toxic. As I got bigger, performing became more and more difficult. Continue reading Make Music, Make Art, Make a Difference
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
This is head down, nose-to-the-grindstone, work time. Continue reading Case of the Disappearing Blogger
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
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
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