Shipwrecked & Comatose

After struggling for a few years to lose the weight I gained after surgery, and dealing with subsequent injuries, I rejoined the Precision Nutrition Coaching Program this year (formerly known as Lean Eating).  I will not be using this blog to bore readers with every detail as I did the last time . (If that interests you, I have a lesser-read public blog where I talk more extensively about the program and I will provide a link if you feel you must read it)  Regardless, I need to share a bit about my goals and dreams, because I see everything I want and everything I need to work on in the months ahead.  It's  worth sharing.  I hope readers can find their own inspiration and their own purpose as they read this. When the program began, there was a coaching lesson about having a "Destination Postcard".  The idea was for participants to visualize their goals and imagine what their lives would be a year from now.  The lesson suggested we write our goals do...

How many times throughout my life has someone admired my curls and said, "I wish I had your hair.  It's so pretty.  My hair is so flat." I am here to tell you once and for all, you do not wish you had my hair.  I am not saying this because I admire your smooth, shiny, straight hair.  I am not saying this because I believe curls in general are aesthetically less pleasing than straight hair (well, I do, but that's not why I am writing this post).  I am saying this because I have lived my life with a head full of abundant, thick, coarse, curls.  I know what it's like to live with this hair.  It is not an easy life at all. Let's go back to my childhood for a moment. I was born into a family made up entirely of members with straight or somewhat wavy hair. As I grew out of babyhood, my hair began to grow and sport curls.  This delighted them.  I was special.  I was like their own little Shirley Temple.  Unfortunately there is a bit ...