Last week, during my school’s spring break my dad and I got the chance to fly out to Arizona to visit my grandparents. I had the idea for the trip about a month ago, and circumstances seemed to fall into place to allow us to get some plane tickets and quickly plan the trip. My dad pretty much left our itinerary up to me, which meant that I had plenty of lofty aspirations for hiking during the four-day stay.
Of course, many of those hikes were in the Grand Canyon. Unfortunately, March is apparently a precarious time to plan a trip to the Grand Canyon. It would have been a three hour drive from where we stayed, and roads were reportedly unsafe and washed out from an unusually rainy winter. All these factors limited us to hikes that were a bit closer to the Phoenix area. While I definitely want to get to the Grand Canyon (especially to see Havasu Falls) sometime soon, the adjustment did not turn out to be much of a loss at all.
That last post got me thinking. It got my family and friends talking, and the wheels in my head spinning. It’s been about four years, almost to the day, since my eating got really bad. I can’t believe it’s been that long, to be honest. My life is so so different now. I am in a much better headspace and my lows are not nearly as low as they once were. But there are absolutely still times that I fall into old thought patterns. I stare in the mirror and don’t know what I’m seeing. I sit down to eat and can’t make myself do it. I get six different foods before I actually manage to eat one. I automatically make resolutions for what I will do tomorrow or next week when I don’t like what I’m doing today. The difference now is that I have the information to reason my way out of these thoughts.
College spring breaks are quickly approaching, if not already here, and if you’re still shaking off the boredom of winter break, here are some ideas to get you started.
Okay, honestly time. I didn’t do nearly so well this month as last.
It seems odd, because last month involved active thought for thirty minutes and this one involved doing nothing for about five (I started very small). Somehow, though, it was harder to get myself to meditate. I think it’s because I was able to see tangible progress in my writing, but results of meditation are ambiguous. I’m very accomplishment-oriented, so it was harder for me to keep going if I didn’t feel I was getting anything done (which just goes to show how much I need some meditation.)
One of the perks of going to school on Long Island is the proximity to New York City. Since September, I’ve gotten a (loose) grasp on public transportation and can get from school to train to city pretty easily. I even took on buses last semester to visit a friend in New Jersey.
Last weekend, that same friend and I met up in the city and had such a great day that I can’t shut up about it.
I’ve never explicitly talked about this on my blog, but most people who know me have some idea of my history with an eating disorder. I tend to feel like I’m being special snowflakey when I mention it, but I’ve learned that that mindset is incredibly common and incredibly problematic. It keeps so many people from seeking the help that they truly need, because they don’t see themselves as “sick enough.” I never want anyone else to feel like they can’t talk about it, so I know that I should.
I recently listened to an episode of The Healthy Maven podcast that featured Pheobe Lapine. To find balance in life with an autoimmune disease, Pheobe committed herself to what she called The Wellness project. She spent each month of a year focused on a different aspect of wellness. For example, she spent January without alcohol, caffeine, or sugar, May concentrating on the health of her posture and back, and September focused on sleep.
I have a LOT of clothing. Way too much. So much, in fact, that I’ve cleaned out my closet three times in the past year, and each time I got rid of at least two garbage bags worth of clothing. And still, my closet is overflowing, and my dresser drawers barely close. It’s ridiculous.
As I’ve methodically parred down my wardrobe, I found myself with a lot of clothes to get rid of. Many items went directly into my sisters’ closets, but there were still heaps left. If you have an interest in minimalism or simply downsizing your wardrobe, you’ll probably run into this issue as well. Here are some ideas to ensure as little waste as possible as you give your closet some breathing room.