• How I see me

    Tuesday, November 10, 2015 Permalink

    I dream of ‘a-ha’ moments but rarely have them. I’ve always hoped the switch in my head that flipped sometime back in 1983 (when I became anorexic, obsessed with food and my eating behaviour changed) would flick back. The proverbial lightbulb moment. Or similar.

    Suddenly I would be ‘cured’. I’d go back to being someone who just overate occasionally, exercised for fun or sport, and struggled just a little with their weight in a philosophical but #whatevs kind of way.

    Alas. That hasn’t happened. Indeed it may never happen.

  • Through the windscreen

    Wednesday, November 4, 2015 Permalink

    Last weekend marked the third anniversary of my seachange. The time seems to have flown as I still remember waiting at a nearby cafe for the lawyers to sign on the dotted line so I could get the key for my new apartment by the ocean.

    I suspect it’s the project manager in me that’s usually tempted to do a bit of a check-in to see how I’m faring against the goals and plans I set for my seachange, but I’ve decided against it. In essence, I kinda know what I said and what I have and haven’t done. And I know what I regret.

  • Sometimes food and the next generation

    Tuesday, September 22, 2015 Permalink

    A friend and 4yr old Pickle were over a few weeks ago and he was happily eating his dinner of some chicken, chips and a few veges thrown in for good measure.

    Pickle held up one of the hot chips, “Is this sometimes food?” he asked his mother.

    “Yes,” she told him. He picked up a tomato, “And this is everyday food?” he requested confirmation.

  • Sitting with feelings II

    Monday, September 14, 2015 Permalink

    I was feeling pretty sorry for myself on the weekend. I tried my best not to do that thing where you post pitiful woe-is-me Facebook updates and Tweets but didn’t entirely succeed.

    My malaise was the result of a few things… I’d been unwell, I’d had my mum’s health scare, the whole ‘finding a job’ thing was getting to me in addition to some other crap I won’t go into here. Oh and let’s not mention those friggin’ hormones running rife in my 47 year old body. #bastards

  • The secret to weight loss

    Monday, September 7, 2015 Permalink

    I’ve finally figured out the secret to weight loss. Sort of.

    After 30+years of dieting and not-dieting I’ve finally realised there is no secret. I’ve finally accepted I’m not going to be struck by some lightning-like realisation that will suddenly make me slim. Or at least eat, think and act like a slim person. Rather than someone obsessed with food, dieting, weight and their body. 

  • Start as you plan to continue

    Friday, July 3, 2015 Permalink

    Back when I worked in international aid and development I went for an interview with an international non-government organisation. It was one of the ones you’ll have heard of and they do a lot of great work in developing countries.