The Little Loser

Three pounds. Last Monday revealed, after completing two weeks of intermittent fasting, that I lost three pounds. Thank God. It was a paltry relief, though, if that makes sense. I’m not gonna say I expected that simply narrowing the window of time I spend eating each day was going to quickly morph me into a […]

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Cleaning Up Sick

I realized the other day that I’m unhappy. Not depressed, miserable, anxiety riddled, or on the verge of a meltdown, but just that general feeling of melancholy that means I spend my days in a touchy state of unhappiness. I may be doing worlds better as far as my illness goes. But the coping mechanisms […]

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She Didn’t Come Home

I watched her for the better part of six months. Ever since I saw her in the elevator on that spring day and realized she was pregnant, I started paying attention. She lived on the same floor of my apartment building, two doors down. Yet we never spoke beyond the occasional head bob or mumbled […]

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And So I Try

I’m on a mission of self-improvement. The life I’m living isn’t one I want to keep investing in. Instead of continuing to make excuses for myself, all the while growing increasingly more miserable, I’m determined to do something about it. Concurrently I have a chronic illness that kind of does what it wants regardless of […]

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Hello Again My Old Friend

It’s January 3rd and I’m starting to write this at 3 a.m. So I guess that answers my question, new year same for me. I stopped blogging in August after I got hit with another health hiccup. I kind of stopped doing everything involving other people except going to my monthly book club. Talking to […]

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The Reunion – Fibromyalgia

My birthday came and went with a bang. The celebrations are still trickling in, actually, in the form of the twice-a-year get-together-for-our-birthdays with a couple of friends. This fortieth didn’t hit me nearly as hard as my first fortieth, or even my second. I haven’t noticed any new wrinkles. My gray hair isn’t multiplying. No […]

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Stupid Society and Fibromyalgia

The Super Bowl commercials this year were dumb. Usually, they’re funny, poignant, or heart-tugging. This year exactly two of them made me laugh and two of them made me tear up. That’s it. Everyone’s been raving about The Irishman. All the billboards told me it got 9 Academy Award nominations for best picture! I watched […]

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