This is the season for raising money for the Cancer charity Cancer Research UK by running, jogging or walking the Race for Life. Just over a week ago I took part in this great cause with my nine-year-old daughter. As well a being a worthwhile cause, another thing that was very apparent was how many children were taking part in the race. One way of getting fit is definitely with children.
I am grateful for the time that I have been able to spend breathing. It should not be a new concept, as much as it should be a well known practice. Breathing is something I was raised to believe was a practice of basic human being, for survival. Imagine my surprise when people would get upset or I would get upset, and the response of professional interventionists would be “Breathe” or “Slow down, so you can breathe.” As I continued to grow, I began to learn the value of the strength behind “air entering my lungs” and spreading oxygen through my muscles. I would feel renewed when I was able to stretch and allow my body to relax and I could take in the air to breathe, and feel the release of tension and trauma. It was like embracing stillness, which I had never been encouraged to do.
"You can sleep when you're dead."
I opened my inbox and there it was. The one thing that can really ruin my day, the anonymous fat hate troll:
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There are plenty of people out there who believe that PMDD can be successfully combated with mind over matter and that we should just buck up or get over whatever it is we’re feeling. They have no idea what they are talking about nor the challenges we face.
When I first expressed my desire to go vegan, it is unsurprising that the response I received was overwhelmingly negative. I was fifteen and still in the grips of a severe eating disorder that had been a part of my life for the past three years. Whilst I was convinced that my desire to go vegan was entirely unrelated: I'd done the research and was horrified by the ethical and environmental repercussions of animal agriculture; in hindsight, at the time, all of my thoughts and wants were dominated by anorexia.
If you have been following me on Vocal this is my second post for my ‘healthy eating challenge.’ Today is my first day of dieting and I am already feeling a load off my body. The food I have chosen absolutely fills me up. It’s amazing that what I have chosen, I would already feel like this. For my first day, you will have seen or will see the foods I had chosen from breakfast right through dinner time. However, I have not added in the snacks I had eaten which I will do when I post day 2 of the challenge.
Have you ever wished you could get on a diet that actually left you feeling satiated and helped you actually lose weight?
To begin with I have to deliver you a very unfriendly, ugly, in-your-face reminder that the LGBTQ+ community is not an accepting place when you are anything other than homosexual. If you're bisexual you're told you don't exist. If you're pansexual you're told you just want to feel like a "special snowflake". If you're asexual you're told that you just haven't found "the one". But god forbid you are transgender. That's a whole other ballgame.
Ripples, quakes, and finally an explosion. If I had words to express this, I would speak them aloud, but instead it comes in ripples, quakes, and explosions that begin in my head but move violently through my body as well. I have no control over this and no options. I have given up the bloody violence of razors and knives I once would inflict upon myself to calm the inner violence. Occasionally though, my hands disagree with my choice and inflict their own form of minor violence in the form of punches to other parts of my body. I cannot hold all of it inside. If I had words to express this, I would speak them aloud.