Truffle

Eggs, cheese (mostly cottage), beans, greek yogurt (store bought or homemade), tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, sardines and whatever veggies and fruits are on sale. Same for meat, poultry or fish except the inside organs. For carbs I use corn tortillas and quinoa sparingly because I have to watch glycemic index. For snacks I like popcorn, hummus, pita chips. These are also limited.

I shared this before here, but it completely changed the way I live my life:

Perfect is the enemy of good enough.

So please, give yourself grace and understanding especially if you are a perfectionist. Go at your own pace.

Too small clothes so I’d be excited to go on a diet and lose weight… as an already very sick underweight teen with an eating disorder who wasn’t a wize zero “but you’ll get there”

Paulo Cohelo’s garbage books to “help me with my constant depression that keeps bringing everyone down and you like books, no?”

Stuffed animal toy thay was first intended for a baby shower but the mom didn’t want it so “why should it go to waste if you can have it as a birthday present”

Plastic surgery offering as a sweet sixteen present “so you can feel beautiful”

Professional acne treatment (Accutane) as a birthday present because “Oh you poor thing need it”

A used and stained old yellow blouse “because it will make you look happier” I hate yellow.

And the list goes on lol. That was growing up and it is one of the many reasons why I am no contact with all of those people.

Now as an independent adult in a stable loving relaionship surrounded by nice genuine friends, I actually get very thoughtful and beautiful gifts. Some expensive, some with no monetary cost.

Yes. My own family visited for Christmas.

Yes I was, my parents wanted me to practice my english. I lived with a family in Indiana for a bit and then lived with another familly in North Dakota. Both families were different but I liked the one in Bismarck better, the girls from the Muncie family were mean to me the whole time. My parents booked the experience through a private agency, not really sure how that worked (it was the nineties). ETA: I was 12 years old when I started the exchange and went back to my home country at 15