Yesterday, I found myself “feeling” the back of my thighs and bottom.  Know what I was looking for?  Not just fat–a particular kind of fat:  cellulite.  Yep, those bumpies that make a woman’s derriere look more like an orange rind.
Unfortunately, I have it.  I’m petite, but it’s there.  It always upsets me, even though I know it’s petty to be upset by it.  I mean, a friend just lost twin baby girls at around 21-22 weeks in utero; my son’s almost-five-year-old cousin has cancer; and people are facing economic woes left and right.
And I’m focused on cellulite.
Anyway, I got to thinking… …read more

I was serious about declaring independence from Ana. 
Starting yesterday, July 4th, I began keeping track of the good things I was doing for my body, mind and spirit… as well as the not-so-good things.
Here’s the lowdown:
GOOD STUFF I DID ON 7/4/2008:

Spent an hour indoor rock climbing.  Heaven.
Ate what I wanted, when I wanted, but not to excess.  (Baked potato chips are a godsend.)
Tried to keep a positive attitude throughout the day; didn’t allow myself to “sink” into mental quicksand which I sometimes do on holidays.

NOT-SO-GOOD STUFF I DID ON 7/4/2008:

Found myself staring at my thighs and hips for at least five minutes, …read more