Fall semester project recap

Hello 🙂

Here today to write a little recap of my fall project as this is the final week! Absolutely nuts! I cannot believe how quickly this project (and semester) went by.

Overall I’m happy with how my project went. I am glad that I picked composting as my “topic” as I feel like this particularly fits my life and lifestyle well. I think that when trying to create sustainable change, doing so in ways which matches our lives is the optimal approach because it’s essentially just integrating a new pattern of action versus changing things up all together.

For me, I’m already eating fruits and vegetables – so why not just create a compost to dispose of them? It’s not this huge abrupt non-maintainable change. It’s simple, requires little effort, and makes me feel like I’m doing something better for the planet.

For the project we were asked to create a presentation and write a paper summarizing the eight weeks. Through completing these two assignments I found that I really have enjoyed doing this all and will keep it going, although I’m intrigued to see how it will go throughout the winter (specifically, NH winter and the massive snow dumpings we sometimes get handed).

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.” ― Leo Tolstoy


What recovery feels like

Hi all!

Before I even get into the depth of this post I’m adding two disclaimers… one for myself and one for many of you whom may be reading this.

  1. This is one of the more vulnerable yet freeing blog posts I’ve written. It’s also likely the longest.
  2. If you currently are struggling with, are in recovery from, or feel at risk for an eating disorder please read this post at your own discretion.

No introductory paragraph needed, this post is a long one as is. Let’s go…

A few weeks ago a close friend asked me something I’ve not yet been asked – “what does recovery feel like?”

An on the spot question that I didn’t feel prepared to answer. Crap. I wasn’t taught this in therapy or treatment. I was given tools to work with myself rather than against myself in my journey to become “whole again”, whatever the heck that means. I wasn’t told how to respond to what this all feels like…

My response: well, uhm… challenging, freeing, comfort-zone breaking, and well, really really terrifying.


Let’s talk.

Recovery is messy. But, on the other hand so is actively living with a raging eating disorder. And, for those of you reading this despite the disclaimer who may think “but my ED is under control, not raging”, this applies to you too.

Before I can even begin to discuss what recovery feels like, which will take up the bulk of this post, I must briefly discuss what living with an ED feels like. Rather, what did this feel like to me, because everyone’s experience is unique. I’ve written about this before, even posting a journal entry which I’m going to take an excerpt from…

The manifestations inside of my brain are a complete madness. The voice which leads me to follow down the path of habitual maladaptive and self-destructive behaviors. It’s a complete psychosis. All I’m trying to do is prove myself to the voice inside of my head. It’s pathetic.

Living with an ED is hell. It’s having two voices inside of your head, one which is you and wants to see you follow your path, your soul, and fulfill your dreams. This voice is who YOU are, it’s the one which you will hopefully become friends with in recovery. The other voice is “ED”, it’s the devil. It’s the voice which tells you the despite your hardest effort you will never be good enough. No matter how “sick” you get it’s not enough (but, remember, it’s your loved ones that are saying you’re sick… ED says you’re stronger than the rest, that you’re better, that they’re all wrong). Sickness can be felt as strength in an ED. Sickness being following the commands of the voice inside of your head that is trying to kill you but also the voice that is followed because it makes you feel put together although in reality you’re crumbling apart by the second.


In the same post, from the same journal entry (just go read the post, it’ll make much more sense), I get into some of what recovery feels like… especially the being triggered part.

Recovery is messy, but relapse is deadly. In recovery the voice partly subsides. It’s weaker. Your now not completely starving. Memories begin to feel more like imaginations, almost as if the eating disorder doesn’t actually exist and you haven’t played around on the fine line of life and death for the past however many years. But you have to remember that’s a lie and you did. Then you question yourself. Was I really in that deep. Did I actually do that to my body, my soul, my life. I know it happened but it feels so surreal. Almost as if it’s someone else’s story that I heard before. My mind doesn’t want to remember the past. The pain. The struggle. It wants to make it better.

Then you remember. What’s worse than remembering the truth is that your mind begins to feel the same way as when your head was in the toilet or as when you could count with your fingers what you consumed last week. It’s sick. But it wasn’t that bad, right?

My recovery has been going since 2012. It’s had some pot holes and some speed bumps. I would be lying if I said recovery is easy, simple, free of hiccups. I think the bumps are what have made it, at least for me, “work”. I think the plethora of hiccups have made me stronger, one by one, in fighting the ED voice in my head.

I wrote a few months ago about having had a stress fracture earlier this year. This was my first major injury (the type that kind of makes you press the pause button) since treatment. I was nervous. I felt like part of my identity was being taken from me. I told myself to just go with it. Day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by minute. Cliche but it helped. I won’t say I felt entirely in control throughout the whole healing process, that’d be a full-on lie… BUT, I trusted my ability. I trusted all that I’ve been through in the process of recovery and that I could get past a slightly larger speed-bump. I was honest with loved ones about what I was feeling. I jumped on the fu*king do this bandwagon and went with it.

Arguably the most useful skill I’m cultivating is to ebb and flow.


Writing about recovery is equally as hard as writing about what living with an ED is like. In one way I think it’s more challenging because everyone experiences recovery differently, and that’s what makes it last, it’s individualized. That said, ED’s come in all forms and affect people differently. I don’t want anyone to take my journey as an instruction manual. That can go both ways, I don’t want me writing about my darkest moments to become a goal to get sicker or deeper into the illness. Conversely, I don’t want anyone to follow my recovery path step by step because it worked (is working) for me. Moreover, out of all of my friends with similar struggles, all of our ED’s and all of our recovery processes are quite different.


It’s not sunshine and rainbows. I think most know it’s not. While sometimes the image of being recovered may seem like this magical place where the demons are gone and you’re no longer sick… I’ve yet to come across someone where this holds true. I won’t say it doesn’t exist, I’m just saying the process is much more raw and you have to get your hands dirty. It’s a process. Recovery, or as I prefer to call it, remission, is a continual journey of triumphs, road bumps, setbacks, painstaking realizations, a whole lot of crying and accepting. It’s wanting to throw in the towel, and maybe that does happen. Maybe somewhere in the process it’s too much for that moment and a slip up happens or a relapse happens. That doesn’t make it any less real. It doesn’t make it a failed attempt. It doesn’t make you weak.

“If you get tired, learn to rest, not to quit.” – Banksy

Getting past the darkest moments is what made me stronger. They are what made me believe in my ability to keep going, even when I don’t want to, don’t feel like it, or feel like my remission is an inconvenience to my life (and yes, that’s present tense… because  it’s often a lifelong journey). Trust me when I say I can count the number of times I’ve been pissed off that I’m in recovery, mainly in the beginning stages. I used to feel guilty for having to put my mental health first. I felt ashamed to need to make sure that I was having my personal needs met because that meant I would (hopefully) take care of myself. Still from time to time I feel this way, like when I say no to helping out at work because I have a plan for a hike that day and I know that hiking is the most amazing thing I’ve found for my mental health. I’m better at knowing my needs now, understanding what is within my capacity and what is absolutely going to lead to a meltdown. Just because I “know myself more” doesn’t mean I don’t still feel guilty about it no matter how much I’m told I shouldn’t.

I wanted (and tried) to throw in the towel at-least a half dozen times but something kept me going. I had the slips, the near falls, the desire to just be like “I’m over it” or “I’m better at managing an ED than dealing with the insanities of remission”. I literally felt like I was losing my mind, that everything I worked for was slipping away. In reality it was the opposite. Everything I worked for was everything my ED wanted me to work for. It needed to slip away. I needed to let it go for the sake of healing. I needed to get comfortable with being uncomfortable. NO. I needed to get comfortable with being really uncomfortable. NO. I needed (and have) accept being uncomfortable with being really uncomfortable.


Undoubtedly the most uncomfortable I’ve been in this process is dealing with the mental discomfort associated with the physical discomfort. Let me clarify in a rather abrupt manner… Gaining weight because I medically needed to → ED telling me I’m a pathetic piece of shit; dealing with the 5-6 month pregnant look of bloat because my body didn’t understand how to properly digest food for about the first YEAR of recovery AFTER regaining weight → everyday wanting to crawl out of my skin and feeling like I was; having a tooth break because you “floss too much” → well maybe something caught up to me; having blood work come back abnormal → equally terrifying (healthy voice) and amazing (ED voice…. the “you’re finally sick”); being 24 with osteopenia that you’ve had since 17 → still processing this one; being 24 and spending upwards of 2-3 hours a day in the bathroom because my GI is still not fully comprehending what eating to fuel my body means → I sometimes study in the restroom because #aintnobodygottimeforthat.

Coping with the physical aspects which arise is challenging especially considering I’m working my way through a mental illness and my coping mechanisms are kind are what got me into this lovely mess (sarcasm). I think that sarcasm and sass helped me cope. They were two of the things I was good at that weren’t necessarily maladaptive. Sure, lessening or making jokes of my tendency to annihilate myself isn’t super positive, but it sure beats crying for an hour, in my mind that is. It worked for me and that’s what I care about. It helped me ignore a lot of the noise going on between my ears which would otherwise destroy me.


When I entered my last treatment (IOP) I was well into weight restoration. I was working out, not excessively but I was working out. I had previously taken months off during my relapse, I’m the person who hates working out when I’m in the throws of a relapse… will discuss hold tight… I was told to stop going to the gym, running, ect. To let myself heal – mentally and physically. After some solid counterarguments I did what I was being asked told. I hated every second of it. I wanted the release, the passion, the excitement. I wanted something I felt good at because I felt pretty bad at the whole “getting better” thing. This was a major turning point for me because up until this point, if I was at a stable weight and food intake (and no I don’t mean “healthy”), I would exercise. In my mind I felt like it was safe and totally okay for me to continue working out in the program I was in. NOPE. Taking time off to really separate things and work on my health without the addition of external stressors was key. In hindsight, I agree completely.

On why I wouldn’t work out when I relapsed in 2011 – exercise and sports were a part of my life prior to the development of my ED, and I like to keep them as separate as possible. While yes throughout the years they have become intertwined, but as I like to make a counterpoint of, everything in my life has become intertwined because my ED started at 11, my last relapse was at 18, and I’m now 24. For me, fitness is a positive thing. I LOVE IT. I, as in me, as in Sarah. The ED voice tries to rear it’s head in and overdo it but it’s me that enjoys it. It’s taken years to disentangle this mess. I’ve learned, rather felt, that when it’s the ED voice in control of over 50% I workout because I feel like I need to, not because I necessarily want to. If life gets in the way I lose it, crumble, I can’t manage NOT working out because at this point it’s a compensatory behavior. When I’m in a good place, I want to be there, I take more days off and accept the “shit happens” better. The mindset difference still blows my mind, night and day.

Throughout the past few years I’ve worked tirelessly to reach a point where I cherish off days, and instead of making off days into active recovery days, I now just take OFF days. I’ve embraced changing my workout plan up when it’s needed, deciding on a whim to head out for a ride on the bike versus lifting if it’s what my brain needs for positive mental health. As much as I despise the saying about balance being key, balance is key when it comes to my lifting, biking, running, hiking, yoga-ing. There’s a line, I respect the line. Not saying I don’t ever cross it, I am human, but I acknowledge it’s existence.

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During my time in IOP I was working, taking a full class load, and then going to my group 4 nights and 1 weekend day. It was a lot. I find myself sometimes thinking that I don’t know how I did it but then I think that’s why it worked for me. I didn’t try to solely focus on getting better, my life didn’t revolve around just that. It was the major focal point, but I was also a student and employee. I learned how to work getting better into my daily life versus being given skills and then thrown back into my life. I’m grateful that I was at a point in my illness where this was an option. IT WAS NOT fully supported but I did it. I’m not being like wahoo yay me, but we’re all different. Some people need the recovery process to be a bit less hectic, and some, like me, find the hecticness is almost healing. However, now, I choose to live a slightly less hectic but very supportive of my needs lifestyle because it’s good for me.

This taught me a large lesson in choosing what to add and subtract from my plate. One of the most valuable life lessons I’ve taken away is that while I might be entirely capable of doing something, that doesn’t mean I always have to do it. Just because we as humans have this interesting ability to shove things down and keep pressing forward to get everything done, doesn’t mean we need to do this. What if something needs to be removed from the daily routine? It doesn’t make you any less worthy. It doesn’t mean you can’t handle it. Maybe it just means it’s not best for your well-being. Routines ebb and flow, busyness comes and goes. Just because we had a hectic routine for a few months or years doesn’t mean it need be maintained for life. Breaks are allowed. Your worth is not defined by your capacity to drive yourself into the ground.

You have innate value because you’re alive.

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I think that while when I was in treatment and the beginning stages of recovery, the time when I absolutely feared the bumps, the hard-times, the triggers – that these are actually the things which made me resilient. I’m not perfect, nor do I wish to be. Trying to be perfect almost killed me, so I’m actually rather against that notion. This entire process is learning to understand yourself. As simple and as complex as that is. We are all built on a foundation of sunshine and thunderstorms, positives and negatives. We all have our own personal shit sandwich. WORK WITH IT. Don’t work against yourself by fighting with the summation of things which comprise your foundation, your story, as a human.

A lot of the work is done by yourself. Sure there may be loved ones in your life, or a therapist, who can help you by supporting you on your path. Ultimately though, it’s you for you. It was me for me. I am the one still making sure that my mental health needs are met because I know what happens when they aren’t. I’m still watching out for that. Nobody else knows how you’re feeling, even if you tell them. Our understanding of the world is entirely up to us. Our ability to flow with life is entirely up to us. It’s hard. The continuum from sick to well is a long one and it’s different for everyone. Some of the times when I felt the sickest were when I looked the “healthiest”. Mental health doesn’t always show up in a physical capacity. We are the only ones who realize the depth of the demons inside of our heads and are the only ones who can choose and keep choosing to fight the fight.

The ED voice, it’s almost as if it’d hardwired into my mind at this point. It’s still there, it’s less frequent and has much less power, but it’s there deep down in some form or another more than I’d like to admit. A major focus area for me has been working to stop the habitual pathway of thoughts in my mind. Right now I’m going with the flow, I’m doing what feels right to the voice in my head which supports me and helps me grow as a human being instead of the one which wants to send me back down the rabbit hole. Not all days are of the positive type where I end the day thinking “I can do this, I’ve got this”. There are plenty of times still, 4 years later, where I want to just be over it. I accept that while I’m past the major hurdles, my remission is still the most important thing in my life because it’s the closest thing I have to feeling like I’m being the “best” version of myself. It’s what makes me, well, me. I’m enjoying not being in control over everything and you can sure as hell bet I’m going to continue winging it.

“You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first.” – Rupi Kaur


Wrapping up the semester

Hi all! I feel like I’ve been just posting at random. This semester has been a loaded one and I’m going to get into this a bit.

First off, pictures from what I did on Thanksgiving… Hiking in the Presidential range with a very dear friend.

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Oh hey there


Decisions decisions…




True friends are the ones who fulfill our souls

YES, I spent my holiday in the mountains. YES, it was amazing and I’m beyond grateful to have re-united with this gem of a human. NO, I wouldn’t trade this day for the world. And YES, I’m hiking every holiday for now on because I believe holidays should be spent celebrating what we are thankful/grateful for, appreciative of, blessed to be a part of.

Deep belly laughs, mountains, hand-warmers in my pants, friends, sunshine, and frozen sandwiches = the perfect day.

This break has been much needed. This current fall semester is a full plate and while I’m legitimately loving it, it remains taxing. I think having re-charge time is essential, for everyone. I realized I haven’t really talked about the semester much yet, and it’s ALMOST DONE. What am I up to this semester? Well, I’m taking four classes, two of which are independent studies and one of them is fulfilling my capstone (think senior project?).

  1. Independent study/TA for psychobiology
  2. Independent study/TA for sports nutrition
  3. Sign language 1
  4. General education course

My schedule however is great, I have classes M/W/F and have T/R to meet with students, grade a bit, work on my classes, work, let my brain chill. I’m very fulfilled. I’ve been teaching some and have subsequently fallen in love. I’ve realized that I’m “doing it right”, life that is… my path. I’m doing what I am meant to be doing, for me.

I’m happy. I am on a path which I feel 100% good about… Not 99.9%, 100%.


But… really

Never would I have thought in a million years I would be happier with my education as a psychology major and nutrition minor than as a neuroscience major. Never would I have thought that “casually” pursing a career as a therapist would be my path. It was always doctor or physical therapist. Well, maybe the story changes. Maybe I realize that I am so extremely passionate about mental health and than I want to work with people from a different angle. Regardless of career specifics (e.g MD, DPT, ect…) I’ve always wanted to work with female athletes dealing with RED-S, female athlete triad, anxiety, ED’s, over-training, stress management, ect. SO, just maybe, instead of being a doctor, I can work with these individuals in a different capacity, as a therapist. A novel approach (insert sarcasm). I understand from a first-hand perspective how key having a support system is, and how essential a therapist who “gets you” is.

On the other side, solidified by this semester, I totally dig teaching. It’s fun. I like the process of preparing to give a lecture, lecturing, and *hoping* to receive questions (you know, the ones that you know the answer…). I’m thankful I’ve been given the opportunity to teach in both of my independent studies and that each lecture has gone well and shown me that teaching is something I’m not only interested in but enjoy doing.b73bef1adf3f8167dd580f8f09485639

So, what’s the plan? Well, for one I’m going to keep casually winging it as I like to call it because it seems to be working wonders. For seconds, my eyes are on a PhD in clinical psychology. I’m not saying this is 100% what I’m going to do. I’m terrible at commitments, hence why winging it has worked so well. But, for me, this feels right. And for the few close individuals I’ve taken time to discuss this with, their feedback has been all of the positive and uber supportive type.

I feel like there is so so so much more to talk about… because there is. I’m not going to bombard the blog with a 20 page life update and will rather keep this short and sweet (not long and spicy?). Things on my mind for the next few posts: what recovery feels like, why I like casually winging it, and what the heck am I doing (e.g do I still lift or just climb mountains).

“All good things approach their goal crookedly.” – Friedrich Nietzsche


Composting… in the Winter?!

Hi all!

Back for week 7 of my fall project and today I’m going to be talking about the ways you can actually compost in the winter… that’s right, even in zero-degree temperatures.

In an effort to learn more about composting year-round I did a Google search and found two great informative articles to share. These articles discuss in-depth the ways to keep your compost temperature ideal for activity, feeding the microbes which ultimately are what is breaking everything down, and general things to be aware of (e.g major differences from warmer to cooler and freezing temps!).

How to Compost in Winter

Winter Composting

Having zero background on composting besides what I’ve been doing, it was really great not only to learn that winter composting is a thing, but that it’s possible, kind of common, and not too much of a hassle. Win win.

I’ve been digging my (little) pile of goodness (good for the planet, I mean) and am really considering trying to keep it going through the winter! Time will tell on that but just knowing it’s an option is really neat!

Composting tricks: using worms

Hi all!

Today we are going to be talking about the slimy crawling organisms you see a lot in and around puddles in the spring time… worms.

Except, specifically I’ll be telling you about how adding worms to a compost can actually aid in the breakdown.

I found two great articles on the use of worms for composting and wanted to share them on the blog as part of my project. Cornell University put out a guide on the basics of composting with worms, and UNH Cooperative Extension also has an overview article on the topic.


Composting using worms, also known as vermicomposting if you want to be fancy (and accurate, I suppose), is a common method to decomposing food scraps and other materials which can be composted. In my last project post, I discussed what can and cannot be composed, so go check that out if you missed it and are curious!

So, vermicomposting… how does it work? Well, the worms essentially eat the scraps and by way of eating these nutrient dense materials, create a nutrient dense compost. Red worms or red wigglers are the two species of worms that you’ll want to use for your compost.

The “perk” of vermicomposting is that you don’t need the space to have a backyard compost. Actually, this type of composting is typically done in a bin which can even be (and often is) kept indoors!!! I actually have a friend who had a worm compost in her apartment garage.

The selection of container that you’ll use for this is dependent on the amount of waste you’ll be putting towards the compost. Material of the container doesn’t matter, plastic, glass, and wood all work. But, if you choose to use wood make sure to line it with plastic. More details can be found on the links provided at the beginning of this post.

I mainly wanted to discuss this type of composting because I think it’s a great option for those who either a) don’t produce a ton of materials to compost, b) don’t have a backyard or one suitable for a backyard compost, or c) a combination/personal preference!

The fire will eventually cease to be stoked

Hi friends! Happy Monday.

I feel like that’s an uncommon phrase, “happy Monday”. I guess I’m just feeling overly giddy still from this past weekends adventure. Said adventure is also going to be the gateway I use to get into the overarching topic of this post.

I posted a picture on instagram last night of my hike from Saturday and added a quote to it. While I absolutely am in love with each quote I use on social media, write down, screenshot, ect., some get me thinking much more than others. I feel like this is something everyone can resonate with? Certain words and phrases attract our minds on a different level. I might have a quote that motivates me, one that makes me look back, and one that is just completely eye opening and a holy crud moment. This one was the latter.


“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.” – J. R. R. Tolkien

What about this strikes home so much? I think it’s a combination of the words used and the way it’s worded. For me, snow is calming. It’s mellow, beautiful, peaceful. Fire is flame. It’s fighting, angst, negativity. There is also fire as in “live with fire” (e.g passion). But, here, I’m talking about literal fire. Even with the storm will eventually come the calm.

Dragons are demons. They are the things which create and stoke the fire. They create and fuel the havoc, the struggle. While in the moment, which might actually be a moment or a day, month, year, decade, dragons seem never-ending, but they aren’t. Dragons will eventually cease to continually stoke the fire. They end and comes the calm.


This hike wasn’t one of firsts for me. For starters, it’s the second time I’ve done it. 12 miles (though my GPS said more like 14 hehe), over 5000 ft. elevation gain, a heck of a lot of steep rock scrambles, having to ascend 1500 ft. post summit. It’s a challenging one, but one well worth every.single.step. Additionally, I’ve had plenty of hikes where I’ve questioned my ability physically, primarily post stress-fracture, which this one still qualifies for to a degree. Regardless, what I’m trying to get at is that nothing was particularly novel about this hike.


What was novel? What I realized after which is what that quote flawlessly describes.

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.” – J. R. R. Tolkien

For so long I was fighting. Fighting to be the best, to never quit, to never let go, to keep pushing and pushing no matter what, to not accept that things may go differently. While I’m definitely not a completely relaxed, at-ease, free-spirit… things are different. I no longer have this uncontrollable urge to control every single aspect of my life. I realize that some things will remain out of my control and that is entirely OK. It’s more than OK… it’s great. It challenges me and makes me grow.

I honestly can put hiking at the number one spot on the list (if I were to actually make one) of things which have helped me move from struggling with my dragons >>>> allowing the uncontrollable and just ebbing with the flow. It’s nuts. I started hiking July 2016 and the positive benefits I’ve gained from this hobby are unimaginable. Not ever have I found something that helps me process, work through things, teaches me patience and respect, and that I find so much enjoyment from.

I think that change often occurs when we don’t even see it happening. While I was aware that I loved hiking (especially long hikes, the 6-10 hour ones), and that it was a positive influence in my life, I wasn’t truly aware of the change which occurred and is still occurring until this past weekend and the one before. I feel so freaking at ease in the middle of nowhere. It’s a calmness I don’t feel otherwise. It’s a place to process. It’s a place that pushes me both physically and mentally.

During last weekends I hike it was an easier one. Something that when I began hiking I would have felt guilty about. The “I can do so much and should do so much more” mantra. However, I enjoyed every second. It was great. It was casual and full of deep belly laughs and candid shots at the summit. It wasn’t about the physical hiking, it was about being in touch with myself, spending time with Amanda (hiking pal), and just being outside. There were no standards expected other than to just have a solid fun day. This past Saturday’s hike was more of a physical challenge but instead of being in my head, I just went with it. I trusted myself. I didn’t concern myself in what I was fueling my body with (from the ED perspective) once. I just went with the flow of the day. I accepted the unexpected (coming down in the dark because shit does happen). I realized that just because things are out of our control, this doesn’t mean the world is ending. I realized that I’ve accepted this. I realized that after a decade of trying to control everything, that accepting not everything is controllable is the most I’ll ever actually be in control.


I want to get into the mental challenge that hiking presents. There is the obvious ascending of the mountain(s). But this is also so much deeper. It’s the process. I don’t just think “shit, can I do this?!”. It’s a long time to get from base to peak and back to base. There are a lot of feelings and thoughts. It’s a lot of time to process. Since beginning hiking I’ve noticed that my clarity both during the hike and in my day to day life has increased tenfold. Daily, I notice I’m less anxious, less likely to automatically jump to the most catastrophic option, less likely to have a total meltdown/panic attack. I rarely have ED urges (something that prior to hiking was a definite prominent thing in my life, regardless of acting on them or not, I still had them very very frequently).

Learning to be one with the process has helped me grow and accept who I am and what I’m doing in life.

This acceptance has helped me put out the fire, kill the dragon, and let the snow fall.

The most important thing I’ve learned in the past year (and a few months, to be technical)?

 ↟    ↟    ↟    ↟    FOLLOW YOUR OWN DAMN PATH    ↟    ↟    ↟    ↟


Composting: greens & browns

Hi all!

I’m back this week with another post for my fall project. This week I’ll be talking about different types of things which can be composted as greens and browns and what I’m finding myself composting thus far.

An article from Global News Canada that I found has a nice little info-graphic (I love these!) on many green and brown materials acceptable for composing and then of equal/more importance what NOT to compost.


I think it’s great this graphic shows what to skip on the composting bandwagon because while some of them (pressure treated lumber) seem obvious, I could see others being composted (weeds) if not educated on what is acceptable.

So, what have I been adding to my baby backyard ‘post?

  • plenty of vegetable and fruit peels, ends, cores, ect.
  • leaves (hi, fall)
  • plants from garden that are no longer growing
  • twigs

I know some people commonly will compost egg shells, coffee grounds, and other common items. There are plenty of options and different ways that you can reduce your overall waste heading to landfills. I think it’s all about what effort YOU can put forth to be a bit more sustainable.

That’s it for this week!