I tell people—quite truthfully—that I don’t care what I weigh. I have literally not weighed myself since 2010 and have long since thrown out every scale in my house. I don’t know what my BMI is. Nor do I care. I intentionally choose to not know what these numbers are. Even at the doctor’s office, when I am instructed to step on the scale, I ask the nurse to please just silently write down the number. I have found that I absolutely do not need to know what I weigh in order to function as a happy and productive member of society.Read More
I am often asked “What tool or belief has helped you the most? How do you keep on holding on to your recovery when life gets hard?” While there have been many profound revelations from a wide variety of people and programs, I always have this answer at the ready: “My body is a vehicle, made in the image of God, bought with a great price. My physical body is not meaningless. But it is temporary.”Read More
Have you ever felt triggered?
I must confess that I’ve been having a rough go of things lately. Everything feels harder than it did just two short months ago. I probably should chalk it up to seasonal gloom and the stress of the impending holidays…that and the fact that my kids are growing up and leaving home at an alarming rate. But, even so, it feels like I every time I gather my resolve to keep on fighting and working my recovery—BAM!—out of nowhere I am triggered…Read More
How we talk to ourselves matters.
Have you ever been in the uncomfortable situation where you witnessed a parent yelling at their child in public? Unbridled, degrading screaming.
“Look at what you’ve done!”
“What is wrong with you?”
“Just wait until we get home…”
Have you ever had a front row seat to a teacher publicly humiliating a student?…