My move process was an emotional roller coaster. But what move isn't? In the turmoil, I have found some pretty spectacular moments of generosity in excess. I am grateful for the ways God looks ahead to places we can't yet see.
But my mind has been occupied with the middle. A friend sent me a fb message the other day talking about just what I had been thinking about. When weight loss becomes an idol, what do you do? Well historically, I rebel and sabotage the progress, just to prove to anyone and everyone that I have the power to do whatever I want.
This concept sounds ridiculous, but think about. Somewhere deep in ourselves, we don't believe that we deserve happiness, so even our best laid plans become a chance to sabotage. Progress can regress at the drop of a hat and before you know it, one bad decision turns you down a road of revers like you would not believe.
That happened to me. And daily, I am fighting it. Fighting for my life, really.
The loneliness of moving to a new town with new surroundings can compound these feelings, but I am allowing my eyes to stay open and to be aware of the middle. I want to get back to the middle, where I am not obsessed, and I am not rebelling.
I am aware, and I am still fighting. And hopefully a lot of us can meet in the middle and find our normalcy again. The best way I can explain it is this: we all give up on ourselves too easily. And I wish we would all agree to stop beating ourselves up like we do.
Oh yeah, and did I mention my weekend with Bob Goff? Wow. For another day...
-Liz
I do believe that refrigerator magnets tell the stories of our lives. |
My current living situation. Simplicity has its perks. |
The note left for me by the previous house owner. This meant so much to me. |
Me, Tyler, and Bob Goff. Yeah, so that was... unbelievably ridiculous. |
Our staff rally a few weeks ago. And my best shot
of living a dream of being a rock star.