Molded By My Mother

This is the second of what may be a series of posts about the complicated relationship between my mother and me, to explore how it affected my self-image and possibly, my anxiety. As I said in my last relevant post, I'm not out to "trash" the dead, and I'm not writing this out of self-pity.... Continue Reading →

The Two Faces of My Mother

My mother and I had a complicated relationship that I've wanted to write about for some time, but not only did I not know where to begin, I also don't want to "trash" the dead. Further, the notion of maternal love is largely positive in our society, and anything that goes against it seems taboo.... Continue Reading →

Sugar Addict

I am one. I have a huge sweet tooth. But it goes beyond that. Awhile ago, I wrote a post about weird cravings that I get, usually for one specific, sweet, thing. Last summer, it was Reese's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream from Baskin Robbins. I had a scoop every day for the entire summer... Continue Reading →

Holiday Weight & Working Out

Holiday Weight. I have it. The extra pounds aren't helping my self-esteem. Over the holidays, I consumed sugar, sugar, sugar. I discovered Candy Cane Hershey's Kisses, which are white chocolate with candy cane pieces mixed in. Omg so good!!! I'm not even a fan of white chocolate! I ate an entire family-size bag (nearly 20 oz.)... Continue Reading →

Chained to the Past

As my husband and I were driving somewhere near the end of 2017, I don't know what made me realize, but I discovered that I haven't let go of some parts of my past. I mean, I haven't forgotten my past because it makes me the person I am today, and I can learn from... Continue Reading →

My Meltdown Last Week

As I mentioned in my previous post, I get derailed easily if my strict daily/weekly routine changes. I said that the biggest thing that gets me off track is when my husband gets sick. Well, he was sick with a bad cold last week, and it felt like my world came to an end, especially... Continue Reading →

Me vs. Myself: Stepping Out of the Ring

I'm my own worst enemy. It sounds cliché, but it's true. I'm really good at beating myself up for perceived failures, instead of celebrating my accomplishments, however small. I even noticed in an earlier post that I typed, "I’ve started walking the dog regularly, so that’s something, even though it’s just around the block." Well,... Continue Reading →

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