God, Fitness, & Mental Illness

God

Faith and Catholicism don’t always mess in my life. I tend to think beyond the dogma but never lose faith.

Fitness

A lifetime of being overweight and just eat better has left its mark. Now fitness is the thing I love to hate.

Mental Illness

Having a mental illness is a struggle. Having more than one is like looking into the abyss every day.

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How the Lack of Self Care Can Lead to an Unhappy Life

Self-care is seen as a luxury, but did you know it can lead to a longer, happier life? Without self-care, you’re likely to end up feeling stressed, tired, and unhappy. Here, we’ll look at how a lack of self-care can lead to an unhappy life. You will also learn some signs to watch out for…

Fitness

How to Lose Weight When You Are an Emotional Eater

Losing weight can be difficult enough without adding in stress, busy schedules, and emotional eating. When you combine all three of these together, it can make dropping weight more difficult than you could have possibly imagined. You may even feel at a loss for how to lose weight as a stress triggered emotional eater. Here…

God

You’re the Worst Christian

Not so long ago I received a message through social media telling me how I was the worst Christian ever and that I should stop discussing god and faith on my blog. I wasn’t cherry enough or encouraging enough. I spoke far too often about struggles and people didn’t want or need to hear that….

OH HI! I’M RITA!

I’m so happy you’re here!

I have mental illness! Add in my struggles with both my faith and fitness and you have a hot mess. Life isn’t about sunshine and roses and my hot mess is one I fought hard to achieve. Join me on this journey.

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welcome to god fitness & mental illness

Struggling with mental illness is difficult enough. Add in struggling with weight and fitness not to mention with faith and you can easily slip through the cracks.

I did for a number of years. In fact, it took nearly ending it all before any help was received. After that I hid behind the laughter and and smiles for years. Still do sometimes.

That’s why I write here. I share my struggles and story openly in the hopes someone who needs to hear it will.