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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Tag: disordered eating



In April 2012 I was 46 years old. I’d battled weight my entire life and


I’ve always considered myself an overeater. A binger. Food addict. Pig. Someone with no control

In My Own Time

My recovery is not going at the speed some people would like. I’m too slow.

Sidling Along

When I’m not going forward in recovery, I’m perfectly happy to accept sideways. Because moving
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