Usually, I can see the question coming. “Wait, you live in New Orleans and don’t eat gluten, dairy, or refined-sugar? How do you find anything to eat in this city?” The answer, honestly, is pretty boring. But this is the topic of my post, and a question that comes up a lot, so I’m going to spice it up the best I can. (Y’all, was the pun in that last sentence the best-worst or WHAT? The icing on the cake. I can’t be stopped. The world of food puns is irresistible!) First, locals don’t eat like tourists. At least not always. I don’t want to imagine how terribly I’d feel…
FOMO NO
The chronic illness community deserves a better word than “FOMO,” the commonly used acronym which stands for Fear of Missing Out. This was determined by the wonderful Meggie (of @MeggieandMS) when I posted the above image on my Instagram story a couple of weeks ago. I was trying to make light of the fact that for the first time ever I was on a ski trip, yet there would be no skiing. At least not for me. This post was just one example of my efforts to convince myself that I was perfectly fine with spending most of the week alone while everyone else enjoyed a pastime in which I…
new year, new…?
At just over a week into the new year, I’m perhaps a little late on this post. I mean, it’s already January 9th. Haven’t most resolutions been abandoned by now? If that is, in fact, the case, I’m right on time. Towards the end of December when all the “What are your resolutions?” questions were in full force, I made the careful decision not to get too wrapped up in it. Strict goal-setting doesn’t usually serve me well. I end up so laser-focused on the intention that I’ll maintain the behavior at my own detriment just for the sake of saying I did it. When I do decide to make a…