There was a time when I used to be comfortable in my own skin. A time when what I saw in the mirror was what was portrayed in a photo.
Somehow between then and now, I let things get out-of-order.
It began with a pity party. That I am certain. The moment life overwhelmed me, I lost sight of who could save me. I looked to myself and reached for the peanut butter and chocolate instead. And pasta. 2nds. Late night snacks.
When I finally crossed that line of comfort, I found reasons to accept it.
- My Hashimoto’s makes it hard to lose weight. It’s not my fault.
- I’m too tired to be active after work.
- My body will never be the same after a baby anyway.
- No one should have to go through a stillborn delivery. It’s amazing I’m not eating the whole carton of ice cream.
Oh yes, I was good at excuses. And I was also good at finding comfort in my discomfort.
My friend, Barbie, gave me the courage to share this part of my journey. And I am sharing the rest of this post over at her place today. Will you please join me over there and hold my hand? I would feel better if we did this together!
- I’ll share how God hit me over the head with my very own Bible.
- I’ll share my discovery of the manna lesson.
- And I’ll share a bit of my path on the other side.
Will you join me?
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Thanks for sharing your time with me.