I am going to be honest. I almost didn’t publish this blog. I almost didn’t even write this blog. Why? I donno. My #oneless thing efforts just feel so… 2019. But, a deal’s a deal, so here is the conclusion of my year of selected abstinence. Challenge: Not Buying Anything! The Rules: There are MANYContinue reading “Stuff and Things”
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Rest Days
It’s Black Friday, y’all and you know what that means! BOGO TIME! Buy 1, Get 1 Blog for free! Even though you aren’t buying this and probably didn’t even ask for it, you get 2 blogs about my #onelessthing challenge for the price of just one hour of your time! (One of these days, I’llContinue reading “Rest Days”
It’s Not About the Coffee
I was going to just throw in the towel and say “Eff It” and not give anything up this month, but then the universe stepped in.
New Year New Meat
. I thought I would be exploring new recipes that included beets, bok choy, heirloom tomatoes, and jack fruit. My bowels were going to be as regular as any scheduled program. I was going to be the epitome of health and wellness.
Tuned Out
So, giving up TV, in theory, should have forced me to go to sleep earlier, reduce anxiety, and have less “screen time”.
The Results: False. It did not do those things.
The Music and The Misery
“Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back somewhere at the same time that it takes you forward, so you feel nostalgic and hopeful all at the same time.”
Sweet Sweet Sweet
Looking back at the different stages of health in my life, it’s truly amazing how long I spent not having ANY idea the correlation between sugar and weight gain. Or illness. Or chronic fatigue. Or anxiety. Or depression
Against the Grain
There were definitely nights when I ate cheese and deli meat slices or just a lot of carrots and hummus. There were also a few occasions when someone would order pizza and I would just scrape off the cheese and toppings and eat that. Super attractive.
Sober-ish
Let me start by saying that it’s not about how many times you fall off the horse, it’s about how many times you get back on. Or in this case, the wagon.
Off the Grid
I got myself through with the reminder that all I was missing were pics of people way too dressed up for a house party and boomerangs of champagne toasts. I knew I could power through.