Humbled Appetite

Flickr Photo Credit: Meredith_Farmer

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?

Please CLICK HERE to read the rest of this post over at one of my favorite blogs.

Thanks for sharing your time with me.

Simply striving,

Nikki

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