It's been 3 years since I've seen the number that I saw on my scale this morning. And I'm pretty pumped about it. I've struggled with my weight for three plus years. When I say struggle, the plus part is really just me letting go of all my self-control through the holidays, get into really bad habits in the process and then spend the next eight to nine months working off the 5-10 pounds I put on - and then repeat. The last three years specifically though - I struggled to get my weight to really come back down and that was in large part due to Covid. I felt like I was fighting against my body and I hated that my body would not relent. While the frustration is real, I also had some body dysmorphia going on; I was in fact obsessed with my body, how it looked and it was never good enough. I would work out longer and harder to earn my meals. I was told recently that that is a form of an eating disorder, and I can't understand how I never saw that before. Our bodies do
WELCOME!! I started this blog as a place for me to vent when I was a young single and then bumped into blended family mama, in the trenches with a young kiddo with ADHD and it was HARD. We've attempted to solve issues with meds before we realized that they weren't working, were causing additional health risks and that God truly has given us everything we need to heal through nature, herbs and HIM. Most recently I had my breast implants of 17 years removed for the sake of saving my health and learning to love my body as the beautiful gift from God that it is. With all that being said, life is a journey and we are all on our own path. There are plenty of parents that sing praises to the medications their children are on and countless women that love their breast implants for the confidence they have given them. Everyone has their own experience - and I have mine; and from my experiences through this adventure that is life, I share all that I have learned and continue to learn. I