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Some Stuff I've Been Up To, Part One

Monday, October 28, 2013

I haven't been completely idle in my year off of Spark. I haven't done much, mind you, but I haven't done absolutely nothing either...

I walked in a parade as a Gumby from Monty Python:

I did the Orlando 2013 Color Run with some co-workers:

And... after:

I went to Iowa for a wedding and wound up at the American Gothic House.

And I started going to this painting-class-thing-place...

There's more, but I'll get around to that.


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TUCSONJILL 10/29/2013 12:30AM

    Looks like you've been up to some good stuff, Lala! Glad to see you again!

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CASSIES 10/28/2013 7:41PM

    Love it!

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AANGEL3 10/28/2013 7:12PM

    Nice!!! emoticon

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KIMPAINTS 10/28/2013 4:34PM

    emoticon Good for you!! Nice to see you

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AFTER Effects

Monday, October 29, 2012

Hi all! I have a new post up at Recovering Grace - actually, several, as I have been neglecting coming here to share those posts, so please head over and take a look. Here's the link to the most recent one: recoveringgraceblog.blogspot.com/201


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BECCABOO127 10/30/2012 4:05PM

    That's a great blog! I will have to try that.

Your background pic is so beautiful too. Are you an artist or have artistic tendencies?


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Give Peace a Chance

Monday, September 10, 2012

New post up at Recovering Grace: recoveringgraceblog.blogspot.com/201

Before I re-post the content, I want to remind everyone that I am not recommending that everyone give up whatever it is that they're doing, diet, lifestyle change, whatever. If what you are doing works for you, makes you happy, keep on keeping on and much love! I'm just here to tell my own story about recovering from binge eating - dieting doesn't work for me, and it never will. I have to develop a healthy relationship with myself and with food before I can do anything else. Intuitive eating and therapy are what is working for me, and that's what I'm sharing. So, ummm, there's that... lol...

And here's today's re-post:

This week I want to talk about giving this recovery stuff a chance. I know it seems so hard to believe that letting go is the way to find the path through. I know I didn't believe it myself, at first, and I suspect that doing it yourself is the only way to make yourself believe it. So, while these things I talk about may not have the kind of influence I meant when I began here, I can hope that it will help someone like me make a choice to try, at least.

When I started recovery, I read the books that you're supposed to read, I had tearful conversations with both my therapist and my nutritionist, and all of these sources assured me that someday I would be able to handle a meal without being tormented. Frankly, I thought that they were all full of crap, but I was out of energy, out of options, and just plain too tired to argue with anyone. I wrote in the journals for my feelings and my food, I talked - and talked, and talked, and talked. I read some more. I ate. I ate a lot, and I felt guilty and ashamed, and I wrote about it and I talked about it some more.

Time passed, I got heavier - yes, I'm going to admit that, I don't mind now, and those sources of mine, well, they did tell me that would happen. When that started to happen I wanted to quit. I didn't want to be fatter and despite all of the positive self-affirmations and loving myself work that I was doing... well, I might have learned to accept the body I have but I didn't especially LIKE it. In fact, I still kind of hated the idea that I wouldn't ever be that thin version of myself that I had always wanted.

Letting go of that idea was hard. I grieved for it for a while.

And I wrote about that too, of course. But it was getting to be a habit, all this thinking about feelings and writing about feelings and talking, talking, talking about feelings. And one day, at some point, I found myself thinking about those feelings BEFORE I ate the food. You know, instead of after. Not "Why did I just eat a half a bag of chips?" but "Why do I want to eat this bag of chips?"

That surprised me, and so I wrote about it in my food journal. I decided that I didn't actually want to eat a bag of chips. I just wanted to feel something different, even if it was just sick fullness - I don't know what, exactly, I wanted to feel or not feel any longer, because when you don't let yourself feel emotions it becomes hard to recognize them. (I'm getting better at that, I think.)

And I decided that if any feeling was better, that I could make a positive choice about what I wanted to feel next instead of letting the chips decide for me. So that first time I headed for the TV and queued up an episode of The Muppet Show. That's about the time I started working in all those other hobbies, like puzzles, and music, and reading. Did I need to feel something? Pick a mood and find an activity. I've already confessed to drawing in coloring books, so now I guess I'll 'fess up to dancing like a dork to disco and searching for naughty fan fiction on the internet.

It takes time, I'm not going to kid you about that. That Muppet Show episode was a long time ago, and here I still am, thinking and writing about things. But lately.... oh lately things have gotten interesting. Yes, I can deflect a binge (most of the time). Yes, I can stop when I'm full (most of the time). Yes, I can pass on dessert when I don't feel like it, and yes, sometimes I actually don't feel like it. But now it's almost like I'm discovering myself all over again, almost every day. What I need, what I like and even don't like. Lately I find myself having ordered this wonderful thing that I always used to love and crave, because now I'm allowed to have it any old time... and I don't really like it so much. I'm beginning to notice when things are too greasy, too heavy, too sweet. Just a couple of days ago I was about to call the local pizza place for a calzone, I love those so much! But then I thought better of it - they're so heavy and make me feel icky and sleepy. And I also found out that I love artichokes! Once upon a time I wouldn't have tried an artichoke if you paid me. It's like a whole new world.

So basically, no matter how many blog posts I do, no matter what I say, I doubt I can convince anyone that intuitive eating works. You pretty much have to experience it for yourself. All I can do is keep sharing what's happening to me and hope that it helps. I was in that place 15 or so months ago, where I'd tried everything, every diet, every gimmick, when I had nothing left... I gave it a chance, tried a little love instead of hate. I could have blown another year trying the same old thing, the thing that had not worked in 30 years, but - even though it was out of sheer exhaustion - I decided to give something new a chance. I think it's working; I like who I am again, I like my world again, and I'm still alive. I think that's better than another failed diet, for me...

Be well!



Recovering the Storyteller

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Howdy! There's a new post up at Recovering Grace. Normally I repost it here, but there are a lot of links in this one, and some of the links contain material for sale and some strong language. So, I'll just post the link this time. Please go check it out!



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VALERIEMAHA 12/10/2012 4:19PM

And speaking of storytellers:


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Recovering Grace, One Meal at a Time

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

There's a new post up at Recovering Grace: recoveringgraceblog.blogspot.com/201

Reposted here:

For tonight, back to the present for a bit. I had a Very Good Thing happen tonight and I'm proud of me!

First, I have been obsessing less and less over food as time has gone by. I don't exactly forget to eat, but I don't actively think about it constantly so I am occasionally surprised by hunger, sometimes intense hunger. (Um, and while that sounds good, it isn't necessarily good - intense hunger can lead to some intense eating, if one isn't prepared to slow down and think before consumption.) Today was one of those days, but I managed to take a moment and figure out what I wanted vs. what I had on hand to make, and didn't binge or overeat from it.

But second, and even more surprising, was what happened after dinner tonight. I had my meal and I was fairly full, not uncomfortably so, but full. Beloved husband wanted to go out for ice cream and I agreed. I got two scoops of something yummy and it was truly blissful, but... I scraped my way through the first couple of layers and then - well, I was just done. It was delicious and I might have kept going but it occurred to me that I didn't want to be overstuffed and miserable. That I was content with what I had already had and that I didn't have to finish it. It wasn't guilt or the shoulda/wouldas or getting to the state that I call "stuffed stupid." I made a choice to not be unhappy.

It has taken me so long to have this moment, to have this moment and realize that I was having it. That I have come this far and that I can keep going, and that I'm really going to be okay.

These moments rock.

And would you believe that it actually gets better? Because, yeah, it really does...

I have just come off of a really rough week. Three dentist visits, three days in a row, two separate root canals, hours of pain and then pain meds which made me sick and anxious and which have apparently hampered the effects of my antidepressant. (That's why you try to avoid taking NSAIDs on these kinds of meds.) I have been deeply depressed since last week. Like, not being able to sleep depressed, not wanting to get off of the couch depressed. And on top of that I was experimenting with reducing my dose by half a pill for the past couple of weeks anyway. Oh, so depressed...

I have been craving comfort food. I have prepared it, too, and gone out for it sometimes, and kept it to sane portions. I have not binged. It hasn't really even occurred to me to do so. Today I spent the first half of the day staring off into space and wondering why I can't cry and when faced with two giant scoops of chocolate peanut butter buckeye, I chose to not be (physically) miserable.

Can you be both depressed and proud at the same time? Apparently, yes you can.

Be well!

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JOL1KEY2BOL3 8/29/2012 12:43PM

    Lala, you have put into words the feelings I have often felt!! Hang in there, hon!

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SALEE100 8/29/2012 9:54AM

    Lala, I'm impressed with your streak, despite how you're feeling. You're doing great! emoticon

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