Helllloooo!

I’ve decided to have what I call “Tasty Tuesdays.” An absolutely and positively cheesy throwaway title for sure. It’s more that I’ll now dedicate Tuesdays to food, diet, and exercise WITHOUT declaring myself an “expert” or some authority to be blindly followed…

For in the words of a wise sage?

FUCK THAT SHIT

Cuz I’m not going to pretend that I have all the answers when it comes to these topics. I only have ideas. Yup! I know that I’ve posted this DOGMA clip more than once. BUT BUT BUT it’s sooooooooo true in so many areas ESPECIALLY in the food and diet areas of life. When in real truth? We’re all making it while we go along. If a person tells you otherwise? They’re trying to sell you something.

As I’ve talked about these topics in various blogs, you’ve probably deduced my relationship with them all is complicated. Yup. And now that I’m gearing up to tackle the rest of my life? I want to target them weekly with space to process.

So? (Tell the truth: Is this a good transition or a nonsense one?)

I was a sensitive kid with big emotions. And I learned early on how food could help me avoid them through numbing. I later turned that to over exercising. Fluctuating weight became my fallout from those. Yes. I’ve moved to Mexico without real contacts and barely knowing Spanish. But feeling a feeling? Forget about it.

My mom wanted to help me when I was a kid by giving me a 10 LB bag of potatoes. It was to give me a visual aid for my extra weight. I felt picked on rather than understanding her bigger purpose: A concrete example of what I was doing to my body.

Since I’m a visual person? I can now appreciate what she was trying to do. I’m thinking A LOT A LOT about this… Why? My body currently looks like the emotional fallout from my life. Not nearly that it did when I was much heavier a few years back. Yes. I know that I’ve been told many a time that I look “great” now” for an absolute invitation to settle into my current body..

Let’s go back to that wise sage…

FUCK THAT SHIT

For my mission now is to ride the wave of however my emotions want to show up without reaching for that cake or anything else to blot them. So far? It’s been hard as fuck since letting them fester let them be huge!! AND!?! It’s also been glorious slowly but surely letting go of being a pretzel.

As always: Have a glamorous day for fun!!

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