I've been holding off on writing this post for several reasons. I've written drafts, none of which felt right. I wasn't in the right mindset, and I'm not totally sure I am right now. Tonight, I find myself at a cider bar sipping on ice water. The lighting is dim, Ariana Grande's Sweetener album is on repeat … Continue reading Reclaiming #selfcare: a happiness project
The past week or so I've had severe writer's block for one reason or another. When you blog, you not only owe consistency to your readers but you also owe it to yourself to continue to work on something you've tried so hard to upkeep. So, in the meantime, I've been scouring for inspiration in the … Continue reading When you survive a Whole30
Two weeks ago, I wrote a post about body image, an issue that has been a problem in my life for as long as I can remember. I'm a generally carefree, laid back kinda gal, but the majority of my anxiety stems from the anxiety I have about my own body. Let me note that … Continue reading 12 sober lessons in 14 days.
I hate my stomach. My midsection is something I constantly struggle with. I wake up every morning, lift up my stomach, observing it in the mirror for several minutes at a time.
*sigh* Another paleo blog. *sigh heavier while simultaneously rolling eyes* What is paleo? (click that) The intent of this blog is not to explain what paleo means or what the diet entails (ok fine, in one sentence: I can't have any of the main food groups: melted cheese, garlic bread, or Half Baked ice cream). This … Continue reading Just a type 1 diabetic tryna be paleo & sh*t
I just had an awesome weekend with my best friend from back home. We did a lot in the short period of time she was here, but it was still a relaxing weekend nonetheless. Racing thoughts were minimal, perhaps because I was distracted by great company or maybe this meditation thing it working quicker than … Continue reading Clearing headspace: Day 2 + 3
“What the f*ck is wrong with me?” I cried as I laid in bed in excruciating pain at 4 in the morning. I wanted to call someone, anyone. The tears rolled down my face as my legs stiffened. This was night number five. I attempted to stand up to make the leg cramps subside, stumbling … Continue reading A new normal that isn’t normal yet.