I'm mum, messy, moody and manic. A worried writer, carefree cook. Retired flautist and teacher of beautiful young flute players. I buried myself in life and love, babies and busyness, until grief, exhaustion and broken dreams cracked me open like a newly hatched chick. So here I am, piecing my middle-aged butt back together while licking gunk off my fledgling wings and learning to fly again. Welcome to my world.
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Disordered Eating


Virtues & Vices

Self compassion is tricky to master, when the compassionate concepts I am encouraged to apply, were


I’ve been triggered. My bulimic behaviours are regressing. This is both good and bad. Bad,

Are You On a Diet?

"Are you on a diet?" I was 22 years old. I was not on a diet. I was not overweight. Yet... It was Christmas Day and I was away from my family. Invited to a friend's house for the day, I met a lovely Japanese couple. His English wasn't the greatest and when I said I didn't eat meat, he asked if I was on a diet. It was an innocent question - and his wife quickly jumped in to clarify. He was asking if I had dietary restrictions. I did. I was vegetarian. Within a year I was also bulimic.

Tick tock…

The pendulum swings. How awesome would it be if life were linear? We could figure stuff out then travel on the path of success with nary a backward glance. Wouldn't that be lovely?! Alas - today that is not the case.
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