A Morning Run in San Francisco

SunriseWaking up at dawn, tying up my shoes, and running in the cold morning air was not what I wanted to be doing.  I climbed a small footbridge to get up to the running route where I was meeting a new friend.  At the top I turned around and the sky was lit up magenta and purple.  Suddenly it was all worth getting out of bed for.  I’m getting back to running after a long hiatus.  The San Francisco hills did my running in when I moved here a few years ago from the Midwest.

I forgot how strong I feel after running, the feeling that I’ve accomplished something, the greater appreciation I have for my body and what it can do, how my skin fits better, and the way I’m more okay during the day and able to go with the flow.  Exercise, I’m discovering, is critical to my recovery and is keeping my depression at bay better than anything else I’ve tried.

Building in ways to keep myself accountable is the only thing that works for me. Arranging a time to meet a friend for a run, getting a babysitter, whatever it takes so that there’s something else I’m on the hook for besides just running for myself.  I logged 14 miles last week.  Hopefully I’ll get in a few more this week!




Finding Calm

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I spent the other week on a little island in the Gulf of Mexico, a place that holds a lot of magic and healing for me.  The sunshine and humidity warmed and brightened up my spirit from the inside.  The salt water washed away the sadness, grief and depression that had been plaguing me in San Francisco.  It was a little staggering how quickly my depression receded.  I felt like myself again – real laughter, real rest at night, moments of real joy, and real love in the arms of my daughter and husband.  While I’m so grateful to have had that time in Florida to find myself again, it made coming back to San Francisco unbearable.  This angry, overtired, mean and grumpy person, I felt desperate not to let her take hold again. The answer is that I need to put taking care of myself (and my sobriety) at the top of my list.

I’ve been plodding along in recovery from alcohol for the past two years with the help of a twelve step program, and now that I’m solid in my sobriety I’m feeling a nudge to go further.  I found a psychiatrist that deals with depression and anxiety, a counselor who works with addiction and now it’s time to make the changes that I’ve been avoiding.  In the beginning, I did whatever I needed to not to drink. Everything else could wait, and I’m so glad I did that because it let me find freedom from drinking. Now, the things that I have been looking to for relief – sugar, comfort eating, TV – aren’t helping me. They’re keeping me stuck. I want to get back to that joyful, easy going girl I remembered on that island. So I’m posting here for some accountability.  These are the main stays of my self-care.  (Not to mention, the holidays are here so having bullet proof self-care is a good plan.)

Casting a Spell

Essentially setting an intention is always the beginning for me.  The inner witch in me likes to thing of it as casting a spell. I want to heal from the emotional pain I’ve picked up over the course of my life and move through it, rather than drag it behind me.  That’s why I’m doing this.


At minimum, 7-8 hours of sleep keeps me on an even keel.  With a toddler that often wakes up at night that’s not always possible.  In that case, I nap whenever I can.


Running, yoga, dancing anything that gets my body moving and my heart rate going I count.  For some accountability, I took a little risk and reached out to find a running buddy.  Now I have two women that I meet twice a week to run and it’s the only thing that gets me out the door on the cold, dark nights of winter.

Eating Well

I have a lot of issues around food.  In the past I’ve obsessed about calorie counting, restricted and binged, and stuffed my face with food hoping it would make me feel better.  What’s working for the moment is focusing on structure – three meals and one snack – as well as getting enough protein.  These two pieces have been helping the most.  My energy is better and I feel like I’m eating for nourishment.

Spiritual Growth

I try to do one little thing every day that makes my spirit happy – reading a poem, going to recovery meetings, or reading recovery literature.


Maybe it’s a strange one but when I’m not creating something I feel really angry, like there’s something inside clawing at me to get out.  Writing in a journal, cooking a new meal, writing a blog post, singing anything that helps me feel like I’m living a creative life.


This is the one I don’t do, but makes me feel immeasurably better when I do.  Time to start doing it…


Every morning I write a list of the things I’m grateful for right when I wake up.  I’m also part of a private gratitude group on Facebook.  A small group of women friends all post each day about one thing they’re grateful for.  It’s been a really powerful way to connect and stay grounded no matter what happens.  Each day I’m reminded that I have everything I need, and a lot of things that I want.


Things I’ve Learned Since I Quit Drinking

I quit drinking nine months ago. Alcohol was making me feel anxious and depressed and I had this sneaking suspicion that I had a problem. I was relying on my nightly glass or three of wine to cope with everyday life. I’ve been in recovery for nine months now and there are a few things that were really important for me to learn.

1) It doesn’t really matter what you call it. If you feel like you have a problem with alcohol chances are pretty good that you do. Most normal drinkers don’t worry whether their drinking is normal. I asked myself so often – “Do I have a problem with alcohol?” I googled “What are the signs you’re an alcoholic?” many, many times over the years.

2) I am completely powerless over alcohol. As soon as I take that first drink I have zero control over what comes next. Some days I would only have two glasses and feel fine. Other days I would have one glass and become a terrible, awful human being. The point is I always craved more. One was too many and a thousand would never be enough.

3) “I’d rather go through life sober believing I am an alcoholic, than go through life drunk trying to convince myself that I am not.” I was in a lot of denial about my alcoholism. For so long, I struggled with the label alcoholic. I’d never driven drunk, I hadn’t lost a job, I was married with a beautiful baby, I was able to quit drinking during my pregnancy, I was functioning for the most part. At the end I was only drinking 2-3 glasses of wine a night. It doesn’t matter how much you drink, or what consequences you’ve faced from your drinking. What matter is what happens in between your ears. I was thinking about drinking or not drinking all the time. I felt dead inside, hopeless, and obsessed with making it to 7 pm when I put my baby to sleep and I could relax and unwind with my wine.

4) Quitting drinking was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, no one has to do it alone. I tried to quit or cut back on my own several times. This time was different I white knuckled my way through a few weeks and then I knew I needed help if I wanted to quit for good this time. I found an amazing community of recovery online and then eventually they nudged my to find help in person. None of us has to do it alone and I am so grateful.

5) Life without drinking is so flipping fantastic. I feel a profound sense of freedom and peace. Before I quit I worried about never, ever drinking again. I quit in October and I wondered what about Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s how will I enjoy them without drinking?! Cocktail parties? Nights out with girlfriends? I can’t afford to think that way though. I can only take it one day at a time. In reality, being freed of the obsession to drink has allowed me to enjoy these events so much more. I’m not fixated on how much I’m drinking and whether I can have another glass or not. I’m present, really listening and connecting to people. I’m learning my own limits and taking care of them, for example, excusing myself when an event is turning into a trigger. In the early days I had to build myself a little bubble doing whatever I needed to not to drink. I’m nine months into this journey now and I can handle most situations sober. It took a lot of work but each day is better and better.

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(c) Open Hearted

Crying in Front of Strangers

One of the tough things about being a mama to a six week old is the isolation.  It’s pretty much me and the little booger alone during the day.  H is off at work for 14 hours sometimes and I don’t have any new mama friends who are at home right now.  Though I’m an introverted person I do crave connection.  After a particularly bad day when the baby wouldn’t stop crying (she’d gotten her immunizations, poor babe) I had a melt down.  It was more like an emotional tsunami…

The very next day with a slightly calmer heart, I went to a new moms group.  I had found the group the week before and although I hate being new at things and I also get really uncomfortable interacting with groups of people my desperation pushed me through the door. The first week I sat back and listened getting the lay of the land.  There were a lot of really friendly mamas there who I’d like to get to know.  But I struggled to figure out how to make that first connection or take the first step.

Well it turns out the secret is crying, hah.  I was so on edge from my emotional melt down the night before that when it came to my turn to talk during the group I lost it.  I started crying when I talked about the isolation and the difficulties of navigating the relationship with your partner when your family becomes three.  I was tempted to feel embarrassed, but I so desperately needed to talk honestly and have someone hear me that I kept going.  I was amazed at the response.  All I got from this room full of women that I didn’t know was compassion and understanding, nodding heads and sympathetic eyes.  Many validated how I was feeling and had suggestions for finding more connection and support during the day.

By letting my guard down I let these women see the real me and opened myself up for genuine connection.  In the past I would’ve made it seem like I had it all together and that I’m doing great, staying on the surface. I’d be disappointed after those interactions because people wouldn’t often remember me or even notice me.  Now though, when I run into these moms in the neighborhood or at a mom and baby class, they say hi, they know my name.  I let them see some of my struggle so they stepped up and said I see you and I’m here too. It’s a promising start and I’m learning, finally, how to make friends.

Two Steps Forward One Step Back – One Month

Tired Mama and Baby (c) Open Hearted

Tired Mama and Baby (c) Open Hearted

The little booger turned one month old on Saturday.  It’s been two steps forward and one step back since day one.  We’re locked in a constant back and forth that I sometimes find comfort in, and sometimes find maddening. Take two nights ago. She slept for five solid hours.  That is the longest chunk of uninterrupted sleep I’ve had since she was born (by two hours!). Then last night she woke up at 2 am tummy hurting and slept on and off until 10 am.  Either me or H was awake the whole time comforting her as she whimpered in between sleep and wakefulness.
I know that it will get better and it will get worse.  I try to accept it and stick with each moment. Though I dare you not to hope that when your infant sleeps five hours one night she’ll do it again the next.

But then I’ll notice something that’s changed one morning. Her hands are bigger, her cheeks are rounder, she smiles at the sound of my voice or laughs in her sleep for the first time. Two rough hands grab me around the shoulders and shake me awake, opening my eyes to what’s in front of me.  I find the gratitude and I’m so grateful for this blessing – a sweet, healthy, little girl.  By 5 pm after a day with 20 minute naps I’ll forget again, but the cycle continues.

When she finally sleeps snuggled against me, I smell her head and remember, whispering thank you, thank you, thank you out into the universe.

Favorite Moment of the Day:

I took her out of the moby wrap while she was still sleeping. She stayed scrunched up in the fetal position when I laid her down on the couch on her back.  She let out a sigh and pulled her knees up to her chest and stretched her little arms high over her head, yawning.

Something to Remember – March:

The awe I felt meeting our girl the moment she was born. Seeing a life where previously there wasn’t one you can’t help but believe in some greater life force – God, the universe, whatever floats your boat.  It’s a miracle no matter how you look at it. From a few tiny cells a whole life comes to be.

Golden Gate Park

Nothing lifts my spirits, even if it is a gray foggy San Francisco day, like getting outside.  I visited the San Francisco Botanical Garden and the Japanese Tea Garden in Golden Gate Park with my in-laws the other day and it did me so much good.  Baby N actually slept in the stroller for three and half hours, win! Though trying to breastfeed in the car afterward when she woke up way too hungry, nightmare.  No matter what spring is at its best in San Francisco.

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(c) Open Hearted

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(c) Open Hearted

(c) Open Hearted

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