Alicia King
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A yarn about Sugar Addiction and Recovery….
I was on a podcast talking about my struggle with and recovery from sugar addiction. Seeking moderation is the accepted treatment for all types of disordered eating, which is ideal when it works. But what if it doesn’t? For some of us, letting go of our ‘drug’ of choice completely is the only path to…
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What’s In A Name?
What’s in a name? Not much according to some and a whole lot according to others, I learned as I was handed the whole gamut of opinions when I changed my name last year. I ditched my married name to reclaim my maiden name in the absence of getting a divorce— my marriage still intact.
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Not Such Great Expectations
It might be sacrilege to suggest to some— particularly those perpetually stoked and sunny types— but I don’t always come in from a surf feeling better than when I paddled out. I’m reticent to admit it— nobody likes a Debbie Downer— but occasionally I come in feeling downright pissed.
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Me too? Was It Really Something?
As the protective veil that shrouded Harvey Weinstein’s misdeeds fell before his and the world’s eyes, and women from pole to pole began to post their #metoo experiences I was roused to post #metoo on my Facebook wall. A collective of female voices surged into a crescendo as women put their experiences of sexual harassment…
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Giving Up
I don’t know about you, but I can be quite the slow learner. Continually pushing shit up a hill until I realize what I’m doing isn’t working out very well. Einstein posited that insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. That said, it’d be fair to question my…
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It’s Not Personal
My shins smashed into the deck of my board as I tried to pop up. Again. The sting buzzed through them as I bailed into the whitewater and screamed beneath the surface.
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Falling, not Failing
The laughter stung more than the impact as I lay on the asphalt— my arm sandwiched between the ground and my body. The loud guffaws from the passing car ebbed away as I stood and picked out the tiny stones imprinted in my arm and realized my elbow was pretty bloody sore.