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Month: August, 2012


Thanks to everyone who read and commented on my first blog. I was petrified about sharing my true feelings, so I appreciate all of your support. It truly means the world to me to know that you guys have my back.

I’d especially like to thank Arsoleen Woodcock for giving me an “aha” moment–as Oprah would put it. Thanks to her comment, I realized something. I can write!

I mean, duh! I can write and well, I’m actually pretty good at it. At least my readers seem to think so , and isn’t their opinion all that matters?

So a thought occurred to me: instead of eating to relieve stress, why not just write?!

I at first saw writing as a talent that God gave me to live life as I always dreamed—with freedom. With a profession in writing, I’m free to make my own decisions and my own rules, free of the drudgery of a standard 9 to 5. But maybe writing is more than that. Maybe it is my refuge, my salvation of sorts.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to trade in one addiction for another. I know that God is the key to getting over my issues. But what it, just what if writing is part of my healing process? 

Maybe writing can save my life. Maybe, just maybe.

That’s all. Just wanted to share those thoughts with you all.

Bye for now.




And it begins…

So here it is. My first post.

Starting tomorrow, I will be embarking on a journey to change my life and my lifestyle. I have been overweight forever, literally–not even joking. I can’t remember what it feels like not to be overweight.As a result of my weight, I suffer from chronic fatigue and back pain and high blood pressure.

People prejudge you when you’re overweight–even relatives. It hurts and I’m tired of it. I’m more than ready to take the limits off of my life, because being overweight is truly limiting.

So, why am I overweight? This is a question I’ve asked myself time and time again.

I think it goes back to my childhood. I am the product of a tumultuous divorce. I felt the effects of my parents’ break-up very deeply. Growing up, I would worry about the simplest of things and I would have panic attacks. I suffered from anxiety and depression and chronic headaches for years. I truly believe that overeating has been a stress-reliever for me, but it is one that has only compounded my problems and given me more to worry about.

I have a fear of breaking chairs or not fitting in them at all. It controls a lot of what I do and where I go. And I’m sick of it.

This blog is the first step towards true freedom, so I invite you to join me in this journey. If you have anything to share, feel free to comment.

Onward and upward!!