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29 Dec 2024

The sanity, but also really, the vanity.

This week a young person mistook me for a fellow young person. (Cue that Steve Buscemi gif.) And when she asked for my skin care routine, I told her. (Cosrx hyaluronic acid serum and moisturizer. Sunscreen every day.) But I also really felt the need to say that it *really* is the no sugar no alcohol. 

When people come to do what I do with food, almost all of them come to get skinny. They come for intentional weight loss. It’s why I came in January of 2006.

But it’s kind of a trap. A nice, gentle trap. Because I have not been skinny the whole time I have had my eating under control. But I have always been peaceful. A kind of peace I have never had before quitting sugar and putting boundaries around my eating. 

We call it “coming for the vanity and staying for the sanity.”

But here is the other thing. We are GORGEOUS! We are stunners all the way into our 60s, 70s and 80s!!!! I’m talking about women I know personally. Women who lived fast and wild in their youth! Women who ate themselves into wheelchairs before quitting sugar and becoming beautiful. Giving up sugar and alcohol is a kind of fountain of youth. 

I don’t miss sugar. I don’t miss alcohol. I don’t miss worrying about becoming diabetic because I can’t stop eating. And I don’t miss worrying about and hating my looks!

I spent the first 28 years of my life constantly simultaneously hating myself and worrying about what other people were thinking about my body. And now I don’t think about my looks except to assume that everyone thinks I am beautiful. It’s never on my mind. That’s so much extra room to do things that make me happy!

It’s a miracle. It’s the vanity and the sanity. 

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22 Dec 2024

No void to fill this Christmas

I am in Chicago for a few days for some pre-holiday celebrating. But not actual holiday. We are headed back to our apartment in SLC on Christmas Eve, and we will celebrate Christmas by not really doing much of anything. Yay!

‘Cause I don’t really care about Christmas.

Here’s part of it: I love my life every day. I’m not anxiously anticipating a special day. I like my regular days. And in fact, these special days are often exhausting if you do the bells and whistles. 

So I don’t do the bells and whistles. And I don’t want to. And I thankfully married a man who doesn’t want to either. 

Having my eating under control makes it possible to be unapologetically myself. I don’t feel pressured to do things to please others. Or to meet other’s’ expectations. (And the truth is half the time I was just meeting what I assumed others’ expectations would be.) But instead now I already like myself. I don’t need to try to make everyone happy to fill that void. 

So this year we are keeping holidays low key. Seeing family. Spending time. Enjoying company. And then leaving and enjoying peace and quiet.

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15 Dec 2024

I could have used that energy to make something

I am trying to learn not to anticipate trouble. Or maybe that is not what I mean. I am trying to learn to anticipate trouble without having to have a freaking feeling about it. 

Today I had to go to the grocery store. Like I often do on Sunday. And there is limited near-to-me parking in my apartment complex. And I don’t personally have an assigned parking spot. And last week there wasn’t a spot when I got home from the store. But I did end up having the good luck of someone pulling out and I got to grab that spot.

All of that seems pretty normal. A regular everyday thing.

But I’m an addict. So WHAT IF IM NOT THAT LUCKY THIS TIME?!??? WHAT IF NOBODY IS PULLING OUT AND I GET HOME WITH GROCERIES AND THERE IS NOWHERE TO PARK???

That is kind of what it is like in my head all the time. And you know what? There was an answer. I made a plan. I would have my husband help me unpack the car and then go park in the far away parking. (Which is not that far. Just not carry groceries close.) 

In the end, the spot I left was open when I got home. 

I worried about it ALL MORNING. Before I even took my shower to go to the store I was worrying about parking with groceries I had not even bought yet. 

I want to learn to be prepared without having to have so much anxiety about not being prepared. I want to make a plan, and then just know it will all be fine.

The deal is that with my compulsive eating and sugar addiction under control I take care of myself. I do the things I need to do. From the practical to the spiritual. I know how to keep a promise to myself. And that gives me self esteem. It makes me like and love myself. 

And *that* lets me look at myself clearly and SEE that I am not doing myself any favors by borrowing uncertain future trouble. That I am wasting time and energy that could be used to make something.

I don’t know what I want to do about it. I’ll meditate on it. Come up with a plan. But I want to trust. First in Life and the Universe. But not just in Life and the Universe. In me! I’m a smart, capable woman. I can figure shit out in the moment if I need to too! I do it all the time! 

The other thing I want to say about this is I am on antidepressants. And they really did change things for me. So while I absolutely believe in the elasticity of the brain and I made many changes before I was on them, it would be disingenuous not to note that I currently have help not feeling so anxious. 

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08 Dec 2024
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I can go back to crocheting now

I’m over here crocheting and I forgot I have a blog to write.

I was thinking recently that I haven’t made a lot of really time consuming dishes in a while. I used to spend a lot of time making sugar free versions of things I wanted. A picture of a soy flour Dutch baby (pancake) just came up in my social media memories. From EIGHT years ago. I can’t remember making one since. But it would be amazing with baked apples and cinnamon. And I have plenty of apples slowing going bad in my crisper because I have found *bigger* apples to eat fresh. So I could cook them up and either top the Dutch baby with them or put them in the 10% milk fat Greek yogurt I have, and make myself truly decadent French apple yogurt.

But honestly, I would rather crochet or weave or knit or embroider. And I would rather learn a knew aspect or skill of one of my fiber crafts. And fresh apples are delicious just as they are…

Frankly, that is a miracle. That food is not the most important thing for me to make. That I think there is the possibility of as much, if not more, joy and contentment in something that is not food.

Please don’t get me wrong! I am still obsessed with eating. Especially at my actual meal times! And I called the liquor store in my Chicago suburb to tell them I will be in town for a few days for Christmas and would they order me 3 cases of my pork rinds?!? (I’m going to mail them to my SLC apartment!!! I’m a genius!)  Because I am out of them here and I want them!

But there was a time, even after I put boundaries around my eating and got my sugar addiction under control, when all of my waking hours were still dedicated to the times I would be eating. Planning and making fancy recipes. Batch cooking and freezing. Or just *not* eating. And yes. For some of us “not eating” is an action. 

Now, 18 years and 11 months into not eating compulsively, I can have a life between my meals. And it doesn’t have to revolve around food. So I can go back to crocheting now.

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01 Dec 2024

Skills issue

I have been making friendship bracelets, which is a kind of macrame. It’s one of those crafts that is easy to do but it takes patience and a kind of precision to do it well. And it also has a range of complexities. The number of colors, the intricacies of the particular pattern. From simple to mind bending. 

And it’s exciting. All of these ideas buzzing around, thoughts about the different ways to use these techniques on a different scale. My brain is coming up with all of these fun, half formed, colorful ideas. Big abstract weird ideas. I could do X! I could do Y!!! 

And now is that part where I remind myself that I can’t do X or Y until I do the ABCs. 


My creative eyes have always been too big for my practical abilities. When I first got back into crochet as an adult with my eating under control, I decided I wanted to crochet a dress. I knew how to crochet a square or a rectangle and decided it would be easy enough to just try my hand at a dress. Not a dress pattern. Just a freehand dress.

Needless to say, I did not have the skills. And I never actually did crochet myself a dress, but I absolutely could now. Yes even free hand. And I have free-handed some really spectacular doll dresses. Because I learned to do complicated things one step at a time. Over years. I needed to do a bunch of skill building. And that comes in steps. First things first.

I have written before that getting my eating under control taught me to be patient. Gave me enough clarity to learn. Taught me to understand how I learn best (symbol charts are usually the best way for me to understand what I am looking at when I am first learning a new craft.) Gave me the time to do something in between my meals. 

But it also made it possible for me to enjoy the doing, in the moment. The undoing the imperfections. The perfecting. The getting it right.

I’m not a perfectionist. I even love a lot of the imperfections in my works when I knit and crochet. But as the beginner of this new craft, I want to KNOW it. And part of that for me is at least some period of doing it over and over and/or undoing and redoing it until it is perfect. 

That level of attention and presence is more important to me as a maker and artist now than it ever was before I got my eating under control. And that presence and peace is only there because I am not thinking about my drug foods all of the time.

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