Nothing but time

Jan snapped this photo last night. This was ten minutes after dinner. The pain seared between my eyes. My ankle was throbbing and burning. The back of my hand was screaming to be scratched; the hives raised and red. My stomach fluttered and surged. “I have to go to bed!” I said suddenly, “I need…

Care to Swim?

Well, no. No, in fact, I’d like to NOT go swimming tonight. Except, I’m gonna. In this two piece, that I’m embarrassed to wear. I wasn’t embarrassed last year, when I bought it. I felt empowered last year. I felt good, and bold, and beautiful. I felt these things because I was on a high…

Sick & tired of being sick & tired

If you follow Care’s page, you’ll know me as J, as her other half, Jan, the guy in all the pics and the guy she blogs about frequently. Most recently, you’ll have been seeing posts about my ongoing battle with diverticulitis. I have a lengthy and painful history with it. I’ve likened it to feeling…

A Message to My Daughter

by: Breanna Bedor  My dearest Grace: A few days ago I walked by you with a basket full of laundry and you didn’t notice me at first. I silently watched as you wrapped a very long tape measure around your little waist. At first I was shocked – what would possess you to want to…

No trek, No Celiac, and No Rest for the Wicked

Why do they offer your lab results online? That seems daft. I actually was a medical office assistant for a few years, and I took classes on things like “immunoglobulin” and yet, I still can barely differentiate from positive and negative. But what I did read, was that I had a negative test result for…

And I did. Back. Down.

You’ve got to be kidding me. For all the worries, and the concerns. The hustle. The training. The money that went into things I know I’ll only ever use once – like gaitors, and ice treads, and rear-facing red lights. To the hours I spent on treadmills, and bemoaning my physical shape. To getting an…

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go …

I’m standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say good bye. The Trek, the Crossing Trek, is coming up. Saturday morning at 7am. Tonight, the Army Surplus helped me cross off the last of the mandatory check list. And Jan helped me pile together the food I’ll need to make…

Ce-Celiac, you’re shaking my confidence daily

Every time I go to get checked, there’s an answer. An answer for everything. In 2016, it was “stress-induced IBS” likely caused by the strain of divorce, and my not eating properly. Or at all. Then there were two EKGs done over two years living in Kingston, where my heartburn and chest pains were so…

finding joy.

I don’t know what it’s like to be diagnosed with depression. But I do know what it’s like to be depressed. Listless. Devoid of joy. Today was a bummer day. You wouldn’t know it, though. Not at least on my radio shows. But I did tailor my programs around looking for the one thing I…

Why weight?

I keep asking myself this over and over. It’s like that Peter Griffin meme – who the hell cares? The fact is – we all care. We care about weight, our appearance, and how we’re seen when we step out the door. At least in some capacity. Confidence should outshine the scale. And I get…