Let’s talk about our bodies 

See that? It’s me. Me when I’m about to go to yoga. Me wearing exercise clothes.

There’s this weird truth that our culture looks at people with larger bodies and thinks, “Geez. Why don’t you exercise?” Then they also look at us when we do and think, “Geez. Why are you wearing that? No one needs to see that. Cover it up.”

So this is what happens: large person wants to be healthy and move more. Large person goes to gym or exercise class. Large person is wearing all the wrong kinds of clothes because they want to cover up. Larger person is incredibly uncomfortable with the whole thing, especially the super fit, thin person who is wearing shorts and an exercise bra right next to them, so large person never returns to gym or class.

I have the utmost respect for the current movement of men and women who are refusing to let their size determine when and where they will exercise and what they will wear when they do.

Jessamyn Stanley

Dianne Bondy

Anna Guest-Jelly

Michelle Carter

Richard Widmark Jr.

These yogis are bold, brave, and they inspire me to just keep moving. To face the insecurities, wear the clothes that make it easier, and just keep moving.

I would like to encourage all women to do the same thing. I don’t care what your size is. Find a way that you enjoy moving, find the clothes that make it work for you and hold your head high when you walk into a gym or a class.

Large women who care about their bodies are not woodland elves who exist only in people’s imaginations. We are real people. We exist. And we deserve to be prepared and comfortable.

BGPS: If you’re looking for plus size athletic wear that works, try Torrid or Rainbeau Curves. I’ve loved everything I’ve gotten from them.


My stream of consciousness paradigm shift

March 3, 2017

I’ve been wrestling. Wrestling with my internal dialog. Wrestling with my view of myself. Wrestling with feeling absolutely torn between wanting to honor my body as is and wanting it to be smaller and wanting to listen to my body and wanting someone else to tell me what and when to eat.

This has been a HUGE problem. Guilt. Shame. Constant negative self-talk. Two parts of me warring with each other.

Honor self.                Change.

Honor self.                Change.

Honor self.                Change.

This morning I had a huge AHA. Maybe even found the reason the voices have been so strong.

I do love myself. Not just my “self,” but my body. I love its curves. I love its feel. I love dressing it and caring for it.

And because I love it, I want to make changes that honor that love.

Not because I don’t like my body.

Because I DO like my body.

No.  I love my body.

This is a HUGE realization for me. Others may have felt differently about my body, but *I* love it.

I love my body.

Me. Lisa Fuller.  I love my body.


Oh, Lisa, when will you learn?

The quickest way for me to not write anything here is to say that I’m going to.


But I’m going to.  I promise. Soon.  I have things to say and I want to say them. Plus, summer is coming and we need to talk transition clothes and summer clothes and exercise clothes because you know what?

I don’t care what size you are, these things matter. We all need clothes and we all deserve to wear clothes that help us feel good. We shouldn’t feel shame about our bodies and size or about wanting to look nice. If you are a breathing human being, you deserve to be able to look good and feel good in your clothes, no matter what you’re doing and no matter what your size.

And we’re going to talk food and feelings and life and joy and sadness and courage. Oh, yes.  We will talk courage.

So stay tuned. I have much to say.

Have life and have it to the full

I can’t believe it’s been six weeks since I wrote anything here. I’ll admit it: I’ve been in a bit of a slump. I don’t know why, but I wound up in a slump for a few weeks. It took my therapist giving me the what-for about why I wasn’t doing the things that were good for me to get me out of it, but I am.

Part of what worked? Making myself go to yoga.  Why is that even a consideration to take off the list of things to do?

I’ll also include that during my slump (maybe the cause of it?), I had several days of sitting in the hospital next to my son while he dealt with the side effects of mismanaged Type 1 Diabetes.

Seeing your child go through that will put any mama in a slump.

Oh.  I also had strep and spent several days at home doing not much more than this:

But that’s getting better too, and I’ve been back at work most of this week.

So slump I was but slump I am no more.

Baby steps are being made in several areas. Caleb is taking more control of his diabetes. I’ve gone back to yoga more consistently. I’m resting a lot when I’m home, and I also had a HUGE breakthrough in my inner thought process that I’ll share tomorrow.  I’ll be working on a paper for one of my counseling classes and will need a brain break, so I’ll add it just as I wrote it in my journal. You will get full-on, stream-of-consciousness Lisa.

Be prepared.  That could get intense.

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Keeping it real 

I’ve already told you I have no-makeup Saturdays, but I haven’t mentioned that I’ve become quite the minimalist in the last few years. This is a  fantastic feat since I’m a child of the 80s and had a steady relationship with makeup and hair product in my formative years.

So today, I thought I’d walk you through my makeup routine.

Disclaimer: I learned a long time ago that the sun is not my friend so sunscreen has been part of my life for a long time.  Also, genetically, I have pretty good skin.  I didn’t break out in high school (other than that 10th grade case of the chicken pox) and I don’t have a lot of wrinkles.  Yet.

So some of this is luck. 

This is where I start. I have friends who sell skin care products, and I completely respect them. However, given that I have the genetic coding I do, this works fine for me. Yep. Walmart brand. Walmart brand exfoliating wipes and Walmart brand moisturizer. Find what works for you, but I’ve found that my main needs are exfoliating, moisturizing, and sunscreen. Morning and night, these two are where it begins. Easy, fast, effective.

This is me. No make up. Unmade bed behind me. Like I said: keeping it real.

Step 1: foundation

I have super fair skin. No, I have transparent skin. For years, L’Oréal has been the only line that has a shade that matches my super fair skin. I’ve been using their mineral line for a few years because it’s a nice light coverage, but it really does even the redness in my face.

Step 2: add a little color:

And I do mean a little.  I know it seems odd to cover the color that’s there and then add some, but what can I say?  My skin tone is more even, it adds a bit more sunscreen, and helps me feel pulled together.  Just a touch on both cheeks.  No heavy contouring.  No blending of colors.  Just one, softly toned mineral powder on the cheeks and that’s it.

Step 3: the eyes have it.

For years, I was a three shades of eye shadow and eye liner girl.  And mascara . . . OH, the mascara I went through.  Remember?  I’m an 80s child.  Over time, I went from three shadows with liner to two with liner to one with liner. . . to one with no liner . . .  to none.

That’s right.  None.  No eye shadow.  No eye liner.  Just mascara.  And on Saturdays when I rarely wear makeup? I usually still throw some mascara on.  I think it’s because I wear glasses and the mascara helps my eyes pop just enough to be noticed a bit more.

I started using hypoallergenic a few years ago because my eyes get itchy if I don’t.  We all know  how super attractive it is to sit and scratch your eyes and have mascara grime on your face, right?  So just don’t.

Step 4: your kiss is on my lips

What did we do before Burt’s Bees?  Well, I know what I did.  I was a lipstick QUEEN.  Ask my kids!  I had lots of colors of pinks and browns and purply-brown, and rose colors and . . . you name it, I had it.  Now, a little bit of Burt’s Bees and I’m good.

I’ll just say it:  I also go monthly and get my eyebrows waxed and a few other facial areas where my lovely perimenopausal body has decided it needs some hair.  Why am I including this bit of information? Well, no one ever told me that I would someday have to decide how to manage facial hair.  I mean isn’t that a boy thing?  To shave or not to shave . . . that is the question when you’re a teenage boy!  It’s not supposed to be a question for women at the prime of their life!  So since no one ever told me, I’m telling you.  Be prepared.

So there you go:  Exfoliate.  Moisturize.  USE SUNSCREEN and keep it basic.  Let your beautiful self shine through.

Big Girl Postscript: You’re beautiful.  Don’t let anyone tell you differently.  Don’t believe anyone who has that “she has such a pretty face, it’s to bad she’s heavy” attitude.  You are beautiful.  Period.  Own it.  Be it. With or without makeup, you are beautiful and deserve to take care of yourself just as much as anyone else does. 

Having the right tools 

I used to sell Pampered Chef.  It was a great way to make some extra money, and my kitchen is still full of great stoneware, knives, spatulas, and other things that make kitchen work much, much easier.  One of our sayings in Pampered Chef world was “having the right tools makes everything easier.”

That is so, so true.

Two things I’ve always wanted to do consistently:  journal and use a planner.  That’s right.  I’m approaching 50 and have yet to consistently journal or use a planner.  I finally realized why, though. I didn’t have the right tools.

I love journals.  I love buying a new, spiral-bound or hard-bound journal and seeing all the blank pages in them.  It’s a clean slate; a new beginning.

It’s also a lot  of pages.  And to someone who’s coming off several years of writer’s block, it’s intimidating. Another speed bump in my desire to journal is focus. In that big, thick book, I wrote about everything and I would get lost.  If I tried to focus on one thing, other things went unsaid.  If I wrote about life in general, I wound up being vague because there was just so much going on in my life.

Then I found these.

Aren’t they beautiful?

And thin?  So very doable.  Writable.  Manageable.

Because they’re so thin, I use a different notebook for different purposes.  One is my food and feelings journal. After each meal, I write down what I ate and what kind of feelings I’m having.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  I don’t count calories or carbs or even write down portions most of the time.  Just food and feelings.  It’s helping me see patterns, though, and that’s good.  And I write in purple because (as you know), it’s my happy color.

The other is my examen journal. I use this app to look back over my day, review what’s happened, how I responded, and how I can use that to connect more deeply with God.  Different notebook, different purpose.

And this planner.  Oh, this planner!  How it has saved me.  I still use my calendar to keep up with meetings and appointments through the day, but this planner?  It helps me keep the big picture in perspective.  It helps me evaluate my actions.  Were they in line with my beliefs and goals? What was my mindset? The hourly list lets me pencil the fixed appointments and create a flexible plan for how I will spend the rest of the time.  This is the yoga version of this planner, but the same company sells one that doesn’t have a yoga focus.  I love this planner.

Having the right tools is crucial and to know which tools will be right for you, you need to know yourself.  Are you a detailed person or a big picture thinker?  Do you need help not getting bogged down in thinking about all that you didn’t do?  Do you need help focusing on what really matters?  If you’re a natural born planner, then mine might not be for you, but it has made a huge difference in my life.

You were created to do good work.  Find the tools that will help you do that.

Food and feelings

For the last couple of years, I’ve been on a journey to not diet. To not view myself as a success or failure based on my size. To not put things on hold until I reach a magic number. 

Not dieting or tracking has done wonders for my emotional health. A lot of other things have been part of the journey — therapy and life-coaching to name a couple — but today I can say that I do not primarily view myself as someone is smart but… or pretty but… or talented but…   I am smart. I am pretty. I am talented. 

Lately, though, I’ve also felt like I’m not being completely honest with myself in terms of how connected food and emotions are for me. Since it was the new year and WW ads are everywhere, I had a brief thought of “what if I did it just to encourage me and to track? You know — accountability?” 

I know what that does to my mindset, though, and how easy it is to fall back into self-disparaging inner dialog. I needed a way to see things clearly, though, so I’m starting a Food and Feelings journal. Maybe it will help someone else, so I’m sharing it here. 

It’s a plain little notebook. I’m using purple ink because it’s my favorite color. I’m not tracking amounts or calories or carbs or anything. Just what I ate and how I felt. Sometimes the feeling will be physical: “headache” or “ugh. Why did I eat that?” both come to mind. Sometimes it will be like this one. I’m happy today, but I still have fears of being out of control with food, so I noted that. 

I’m not 100% sure what my goal is with this. Honesty. Integrity. A way to see patterns. Self-accountability. 

Because it doesn’t matter what shows up in the mirror if you can’t look yourself in the eye while you’re there. 

Today is the day

I go back to school today.

I have notebooks, pens, paper, dividers, sticky notes, and text books.


That’s right.  I have text books. And when I picked them up, I had to resist the urge to do a happy dance and post a selfie with the books.

I’ve been around education all my life and have worked in higher ed for eleven years, so you would think this wouldn’t be as exciting as it is. The beginning of a semester should seem routine, but that’s far from true.

One thing I love about higher ed is that every semester is a new beginning.


As a believer, my desire is to approach each day as a new thing. I want to forgive others and myself for things done and undone.  I want to bring fresh energy and fresh eyes into each encounter.  Even with that goal, it can be easy for attitudes and situations to become ruts. Having a clean slate and fresh start every semester is an incredible gift.

The beginning of the  year also calls us toward new beginnings.  I’m not a fan of resolutions; I prefer to set goals and choose a focus or theme.  My word for 2017 is love.  I want to act in love.  Respond in love.  Take information in through a lens of love.  With love as a basis for my thoughts and actions, I hope that my actions will provide others with a place of safety and courage.

Not only others.  Me, too.  My conversation with myself also needs to be within a framework of love.

The other part of my 2017 focus is to not shy away from hard things.  Hard conversations (done in love, of course), hard work (while still loving myself to honor my time and energy), and truths as I learn to love others (and myself!) more fully.

Listen to this.  Does it sound easy?



It doesn’t to me.  It sounds pretty challenging.

But that’s love.  Actively seeking the good for others and in others while while also honoring ourselves.

And today is the day to start.

Confessions of a perpetual student

I confess:  I would go to school forever if I could.  I would learn and learn and learn and learn and listen and listen and listen and listen and take notes and take notes and take notes and take notes and make As until there weren’t anymore to make.


I love school.  It’s my happy place.  It’s where I’m a fish in the water and where I know what to do and where I get positive feedback.  I like completing projects and having deadlines and plugging into a structure that’s been set for me.

So, yes.  If someone else would pay for my life, I would go to school forever and ever and ever and ever and ever. 

When I had a house full of young children and and the laundry and dishes never got done and I was never sure if I was being good enough as their mom, I would stand and think to myself, I need to go to school.  I need to make an A.  No one grades me on parenting so I how do I know if I’m doing an OK job?  School may be torture for some, but it is a happy place for me.
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So I’m doing it.  I’m going back to school.  I’m taking two classes that start next week and am planning to complete a masters in counseling over the next four years.  And I am so excited.  I keep eagerly checking my email to see if the online component of the classes have been published yet.  I want to see a syllabus. I want to look at assignments. I want a list of readings.

I’m ridiculously excited about being in a classroom with real, live people again.  Working on projects. Writing with purpose.  Learning new things.

Don’t worry.  I won’t therapize you.  I’ve always been a good listener and to you, my friends, that what I want to always be.  A listener.  A supporter.  An encourager.  A team member.  I’ve lived long enough and learned enough to know that life is best navigated with friends on your team, and being a good friend is my number one goal.


I won’t pull a football (or anything else, for that matter) out from underneath you. Good friends don’t do that.  But if you hear someone being ridiculously happy or see someone doing a happy dance, it may be me.


Because I’m going back to school.