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Pieces of me

Inspiration for those who warrior on


September 24, 2018

Recovery is a dance between old habits and new intentions. Choose which leads wisely.

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Driving back from dropping off kids at their respective schools, the approaching traffic light turns yellow. I would not have touched my brakes, except the psycho in front of me comes to a screeching stop. I have no choice other than to stand on my brakes and hope mommy’s swagger wagon has the precise stopping …

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I’m in a rut on my fitness journey. Plateauing is what they call it. I started so weak, the gains were very noticeable in the beginning. I went from completely sedentary to working out three times a week. I went from eating junk (I’m talking the carhops at Sonic would notice if I got a …

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This blog is really a side note for my ED readers to yesterday’s Do the Hard Thing. If you are still in the grips of an eating disorder, that blog may not be where you’re at. Probably isn’t! Let’s get real. We bulimics and anorexics can use exercise as a purge. That’s not what I’m …

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The hubby and I watched a movie a few nights ago. Just one of those TV movies that doesn’t look too bad. It had some war stuff, which the ex-marine in the room always likes, but I tuned out for the most part. There’s one big scene at the end that caught my attention. Two …

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My mom used to make cornbread about once a week. My dad loved cornbread. I didn’t care for cornbread, or so I thought.   Growing up, we would have cornbread warm with dinner the night Mom made it. Of course, she made it in an iron skillet. These days, I keep waiting for lighting to …

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During my recovery from my eating disorder, I read the book 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey. I believe it was my first self-help book. I’ll admit, I became a bit obsessed with all things Franklin-Covey. I read some of his other books. I bought the planner, and eventually, some good friends …

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Several blogs about my struggles with bulimia began as conversations with my husband out in the garage. One of the first began with, “I don’t know if I’ve told you this before…” He interrupted with, “you’ve never told me any of this before.” That’s right; I’ve never talked about it much before. I got better. …

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