All posts by: Liora Powers

A lot has changed for my little family. In four years, we’ve called four houses home. We traded up from the puny Catskills to the Rockies. We added two labradors retrievers, now seventy pounds each, but still puppies. Josh has...
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One Saturday in my twenties I found myself on a team of women gathering silk scarves, synthetic hair pieces and other weird props from all over New York for a short skit we would write and perform that evening. Among my...
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I’ve written a lot about how I transformed my own life with the help of a master coach. I spend a lot of time talking about how I cultivated a “broaden and build” mindset by overwhelming my brain with positive...
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There is an expression, often repeated in Twelve Step Groups, that one should never judge one’s insides by others’ outsides. I am the shittiest person in the world while my frenemy has the gorgeous, flawless skin of a twenty-four-year-old and her children...
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I have a sweet new friend on MyFitnessPal. In her notes to me, she actually calls me “kitten.” I use MyFitnessPal to take a zoomed-in look at my food choices, my calories and nutrients and to record my weight. I don’t use it...
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I feel guilty. I want to work. I need to produce. I’ve been writing two crappy pages a day. And what I’ve accumulated is exclusively crap. There is a child technologist, the father of four, who is working some invisible...
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I’m very interested in the thoughts around being a “big” girl. I’m 5’9″   At my most thin, I weighed 159.4 pounds and that number is etched deeply in my brain as my ideal. But 159.4 seemed like an unlovely...
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I have a protocol. A way of eating and behaving that produces weight loss. I learned it in Overeaters Anonymous. It’s tried and true. When I explained it to my dear friend, she gaped at me in stunned silence. “No,...
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I’ve dumped lots of therapists. They hate it. I’ve had therapists bend over backwards to accommodate my (intentionally unpredictable) schedule, reduce their fees to amounts that wouldn’t cover my weekly Starbucks consumption, ignore my wish completely or attempt to plow...
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The theory goes that we should give ourselves and others “permission to be human.” Permission to fail, change course, begin again. Always. We stumble, make mistakes — some minor, some seemingly disastrous. Yes, we must treat ourselves gently and with...
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