The 5oz Foodie

If you don't care for a parent or a loved one you probably won't understand but maybe this will help you understand what someone goes through that does... Maybe you know or maybe you don't but I live with my amazing 71 almost 72 year young mom... It is my pleasure to share my life and home with her... Which it is actually her home but it is our home but anyway we are roomies and we take care of each other...However it is slowly becoming me taking care of her and it's OK... And I say that because for  most of my life she has taken care of me... Because that is what parents are there for... They made us... and the good ones watch over us and still try and take care of us, even when we don't necessarily want them too, even though we secretly want them too, but we don't want to admit it... Well, this past Friday my sweet Mom had carpal tunnel surgery and being the only child living with her and living near her, I had to take her to the surgery center and wait an...

I don't know which way is up right now... A lot of internal struggle going on... Work is fine for once... Things slowing down... Starting to make sense... But personally coming to many conclusions in my mind after a great staycation with the SIL... Sister in Law... Thoughts about personal fears and such, things I am not really ready to reveal... Not feeling confident in how much I truly wish to share... Another wall I must learn to go over, or better yet bust through but this one is going to need huge dynamite... This one is going to need something even bigger than what it took to realize that I am a survivor...  Because admitting you are a survivor is one thing, facing fears that come with being one is a whole new journey... On top of it I am dealing with emotions over another situation involving someone near and dear that I want to talk to them about something but am afraid to broach the subject because I feel as though they already know how I feel but I don't thi...

Why Peace? Why a semi colon? Why a heart? Why a tattoo on the inside of my wrist? It is kind of funny how those are the questions I really haven't received... Most everyone has just looked and said, hmm... pretty... or nice...    So first things first... The semi colon...   For those that don't understand the meaning of the semi colon movement, here it is in a nut shell, straight from the website... Amy Bleuel of Green Bay, Wisconsin; founded  the non-profit Project Semicolon  in 2013, a decade after losing her father to suicide and in the wake of her own years of despair and self-injury, to try and provide hope and support for people with mental illness. “A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to,” explains the website for her faith-based movement. “The author is you and the sentence is your life.” So when I read this story about the project I knew my newest art project had to include someth...

It absolutely amazes me what I am learning about myself and the world around me this week and I feel a bit of a roll coming on... First I have to say I took myself on a date this past week and allowed some time for myself, just me. No texting friends, but going out and seeing a movie, doing some shopping and just having some alone time and it was quite refreshing... Then I did something I don't normally do, I took a vacation day so I could go to a doctor's appointment or two and then spend some time with the bestie... And I had an incredibly fun and relaxing day... I laughed, I cried a little, I laughed some more, I may have screamed once... maybe twice, just to get a reaction from BFF really and I learned something about myself... I have always had an extremely hard time expressing myself when I am confronted face to face in a personal situation... Work not so much but personal definitely... Ask the BFF... But when it comes to writing out my thoughts and feelings and emoti...

 One of the hardest things about living your life out loud is that when you try something and you don't succeed, and then later you attempt that thing again you feel as though you will be judged for it, but in reality, the judgement usually is the judgement you are really feeling form yourself... So often we are worse on ourselves than we are on others... We are our worst critics... We need to start a new path of positive self talk... Instead of negative talk like... I am so stupid, I am so fat, I am so ugly, I am no good for anyone, etc. etc... We need to start telling ourselves we are worth it, we are beautiful, we are smart, that we are worth it... So start the positive self speak! Musicsongbird

To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift... It's really funny... I used to sit in weight watchers meetings years ago dreaming of the time when I would reach my goal weight and when I would get the opportunity to share my knowledge and my encouragement with others on their weight-loss journey and become a WW leader... Well sadly I failed at Weight Watchers, OK maybe I didn't fail but I gave up on it... I think the point counting got to be to much for me and I got bored with it so like so many other "diet" programs over my life, I quit... But I have never given up on that desire to help others on their journey... I guess that is why despite being severely overweight I am still so very passionate about the Healthy Pursuits program at work, because I feel like this finally something that is speaking to me and little by little it helping motivate me... But sadly i still have a few friends that are TOO over zealous and TOO pushy and trying to make m...

I don't understand why people stay in relationships where they are treated like they aren't worth anything, like their opinion is worthless, where they can't go where they want or do what they want without having to report back to the other person, who they aren't even married to... I mean I know mentally some people stay because they truly don't believe they deserve anyone better or that person provides them with a sense of belonging in some twisted way but maybe I have seen to many hurt by relationships like this to just stand by and watch it happen to one more person...  There is only so much damage you can stand on the sidelines and watch happen before you make the decision to walk away or step in and ask what they are doing? Because, sometimes I honestly don't know if they realize where they are headed when they are finally forced to face the truth... Once someone is brave enough to step out of their comfort zone and show them what is going on... Eit...