Living where air is spicy

You ever step outside and wonder why the trees are trying to kill you? I wonder that every day.

  • Why Surgery

    I’ve struggled with my weight all my life. The picture I posed above has no filters. I’m not wearing make up, and haven’t had coffee yet. I currently weigh 311 lbs. That is what my doctor weighed me in this week. This is the most I’ve ever weighed in my life. I don’t feel good….

  • Welcome to Living where air is spicy

    Hello! I hope you are all comfortable and not melting like I am right now. It’s unusually hot for Oregon and I am desperately trying to avoid the dreaded under boob sweat right now. I really don’t know how to start this introduction so I thought I would just start by giving a little background…

This is how it all started…

Every day I walk outside and ask myself why I live in a place that has a nickname “valley of sickness” as I sneeze and cough in the pollen and dust. I apologize to people near me and promise I’m not sick, it’s just the air is spicy and trying to unalive me I tell them. As I do this I miss the feeling of my nostrils freezing from breathing in air that is -40F/C. That may sound odd, but I there is a special beauty in the deep cold that has to be experienced to really be understood.

I started writing this blog for a couple of reasons. The first is to chronicle my journey with bariatric surgery. I’ve struggled with food and my weight my entire life. I started this as a way to journal my feelings, and maybe someone else will connect with that. I’m also constantly going through a process of learning about how to be neurodivergent in a neurotypical world. That’s the second reason I’m writing this blog. Hopefully you’ll find something to relate to in my rambles.

Maegan