5 Reasons to Take a Break from Reality

I know. I know. You are convinced that your life does not afford for you to have the ability to get away from the rest of the world. Your life tells you that it would be selfish if you left your family for a couple days to do something for YOU, right? Sure.  Of course it does. But you don’t have to listen. You CAN make the time for you to find you!  I am the first to admit when I get away from my family too much.  I am…

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My Baby is a Worrier: She Gets it From Me

I’ve spent an enormous amount of mental energy forging routes around fear; taking the long way to avoid those scary woods.  It’s an exhausting and isolated path, full of its own obstacles and lacking a GPS signal. My way was studded with compulsion and hidden distress, holding myself responsible for outcomes and creating imaginary control where I had none. I hid it well, which only served to make the road more desolate. When I see my five-year-old struggling, I worry that one day she too will turn inward and it…

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We’re a Gluten-Free Family: Don’t Judge Us

Last summer my family made a huge dietary change. We became a gluten-free family—no more wheat, rye, or barley. Which meant no more bread-y things. Which meant no more pizza nights *gasp*. We completely changed our tried-and-true dinner menu. Buh-bye Kraft Mac and Cheese. See ya good ol’ chicken nuggets. Our go-to meals became fish, veggies and rice, and crustless quiche. I know what you are thinking: Look at this crunchy mom. This family is just being trendy. What? You’re too good for chicken nuggets? In fact, none of these…

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Buy the Damn Bikini

This afternoon, I bought a bikini. Not a tankini. Not a cut out one piece, but an actual bikini.  A bikini. A bikini. Anyone who knows me well knows that decades (literally) of body loathing and low self-esteem and confidence have taken their toll, and I haven’t worn one since I was probably around 20 and deemed myself “acceptably thin enough” to pull it off. I haven’t bought a new suit since Q was a baby, so a full six years ago. And that was a one piece and a…

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Dear Body: Help Me Out Here?

Dear Body, You really are a piece of work, ya know. I mean, I starve you—you get smaller.  I feed you—you get bigger.  I try to get you to move—you get pissed.  But then again this inner fat girl is dying to come out.  Why can’t you just accept you for you and stop trying to make yourself as close to perfection as YOU think perfection is?  I look at my fingernails and think—ew—I need a manicure or take this polish off.  I look at my arms and think—FLOPPY JOES!!!!…

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