Can I blame the lack of a post update on “more doing, less talking?” Sort of. This is a blog about my writing life, of which healing my body is only a part of, and there’s been a whole lot of writing going on. It’s time to update the site for a new book coming out. ...
I am slowly slogging my way out of the second puberty that came with my early forties. This is an OptaVia update post but the reality is so much larger than that. It would be unfair to claim my way out of the foggy forrest of mood swings, hot flashes, sloggy brain, involuntary weight gain and ...
I snuck fruit one day and it tasted like nectar of the gods. My body has so fully adjusted to being fed every 2.5 hours that if I’m late, my cells can be heard screaming for food and water fuel. I found low-carb pizza called Real Good Pizza in the freezer section and on days when I ...
And it’s hard to write about being happy ‘Cause all that I get I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject – Florence + The Machine, No Choir My days have settled into a new kind of clockwork, a healthy rhythm that feels calm. In fact, what follows may be ...
It’s nice that restaurants, when one orders sparkling water, bring a bottle of Perrier and lime in a wine glass. The presentation is as sensory as the splurge on a nice vintage for the table. It helps. But man, I miss drinking. I’m far from the first writer who likes a good bourbon. ...
One week into Optavia, I’m forced to realize this weight isn’t going to actually slide off. I used to imagine that gelatinous cellulite could be metabolically heated into a biosilky oil that progressively liquified into sweaty salt secreted through the glands in all the sweaty ...
