Thinking about my life as being an experiment is my strategy for coping (or surviving, depending on the day). The fact that I can’t know, much less control, the end result of projects that I undertake, relationships that I form, or goals that I set out to accomplish, is freeing. When I assume I … More The Autopilot Setting
One of the best and worst things about aging is that you begin to run out of new-ness, new experiences and new firsts. It’s good that the world feels less raw and foreign and frightening. Job interviews, while they still invoke butterflies, evolve into a manageable flutter. Plane rides still require deep breathing, but I’ve … More How to be a newbie at 36.
All right. I give up. I confess. I’ve lived a trite life filled with sugar and devoid of self-control. I’m waving a tiny white flag, one that looks suspiciously like a sugar packet at Denny’s. I promise to be better. To think about what I’m eating before I snack. To explore other means of pleasure … More Negotiating A Peace Treaty
We won’t talk about last night. I’m not ready. I can only say that no one should want brownies that much. I didn’t give in, but seriously, Ghirardelli should clone me. Besides last night, a few good things have already come out of February: a month of no sugar. It hasn’t been all cravings and … More Ghirardelli should clone me.
Well, I have survived nine days without sugar. The book I am reading to pump myself up and to encourage self-righteous feelings of rightness (as opposed to abject self-loathing), Beat Sugar Addiction Now, claims that I will only have intense withdrawal cravings for the first seven to ten days. Bring on day number 11! Because … More Only everyday
February-Eve, two nights ago, was a perfect example of why I need February to be… A Month of No Sugar. I lay awake in bed, my brain vibrating in my skull, until midnight. My insomnia could have been the result of many things, but half of a chocolate and sea salt candy bar, a slice … More The shortest month of the year
There are no pictures in this post. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to see them. With one week left in my month of working out, I knew I had to do it. I had to make a pilgrimage to the shrine of working out, the gym. I like strip malls, fluorescent lighting, dozens of TV’s … More Specialization