Today was a magical day, Hannah & I went to the jimjilbang where I had the opportunity to enjoy my time with her with no issues. Something that's been happening with more frequency since the new year. Yay brain maturities! Hannah has the same doll. Before I get into it, you need some info on … Continue reading A Chance to Feel Whole
InBody the Temptress The longing glances in the gym were on fire today. The woman desperately wanting, but having to resist the charms, the comfort, the solidity of the body composition scale machine. Three days ago on Sunday, I decided that I was no longer going to let an arbitrary number dictate my life. Yeah! … Continue reading Alexia vs The Scale
It appears my scale-free journey has triggered a focus on body confidence. So let's continue adding in other common issues that make people fear others' views of their body. Our local jimjilbang that I've visited a few times a week for these last two years has offered up a plethora of people watching opportunities. One … Continue reading It’s Your Body
Imperfect! In Black Clover, there is a witch queen who, besides having scary levels of magic, also insists on perfection in every aspect of what she sees or considers her domain. To be imperfect can bring a quick execution or less dire thing like suspending a child locked in a cage for years to perfect … Continue reading Imperfect! Die!
Something has been hinted to me by my psychologist. Something I could not imagine would be possible in my life. It's the reversal of my habits for the last 19+ years. That I should stop weighing myself, or at least not so much, not every day or multiple times a day. Since I was a … Continue reading Flying Blind
Brownies MUST be cooled all the way or their tops may pop off, well, I took them off. Rapid Cycling has my back! Yep, I was definitely depressed earlier in the week, but it's gone! I am now an electrified doll on cocaine. A blazing sign that says it's time to bake with the anticipation … Continue reading Baking, Geeking Out, Vibrating
Not the thing I thought I'd say to my therapist. A few sessions ago he mentioned the term 'reparenting,' and gave some advice, to judge myself as I would do with Hannah. The curious creature I am, I looked it up. At its most basic, reparenting involves the therapist taking on the role of parent. … Continue reading You’re Not My Daddy, I’ve Got One Thanks