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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Aaaaaaaand She's Back!!!
After a looooong hiatus, I'm back with a vengeance, People.
Can I just tell you about the journey I'm on? I can? Thanks. Well then. It all started with me not wanting to potty train my my three year old. Silly isn't it? Yes. Three year old. Not 1.5 year old or two year old. The boy is three. It was high-time that I put him on a potty. Why did I wait so long, you ask? Good question. Which should merit a good answer, but I simply don't have one. I have excuses, but I don't have a good answer. The best way I can describe it is that I was putting off the inevitable because I didn't think I could take the stress of it all. I haven't been handling stress too well lately. Rather than dealing with what was on my plate...or the boys' behavior...or potty training...I had put off such situations and in stead used food to comfort myself.
Yes. There you have it. Food had become that to me. Food had become my way of coping.
What does that have to do with potty training, you ask? Well, you, with all the questions...facing the potty training helped me to see that I'm stronger than I give myself credit for. I can handle this! Are you kidding me?! Of course I can handle this. I gave birth to three huge children of mammoth proportions-- I certainly can take charge of the potty situation. So, that has lead to so many other areas of my life. Weight? No biggie! I can handle that! Why was I so scared? I have no idea. It's silly when you think of it, really. But don't you agree?
And facing this has helped me to look at another area of my life that I've allowed to get off-kilter. The most important area of my life, really. My walk with Him. Rather than running from problems...or "checking out"...or running to food to avoid facing problems right smack-dab in the eye...I'm running to Him. I'm {finally} allowing Him to be what he's always longed to be. I'm starting to see myself in a new light.
Not sayin' I'm there, people. Not even close. But I'm no longer afraid to take this journey.
And you know what? It feels pretty darn good.
Can I just tell you about the journey I'm on? I can? Thanks. Well then. It all started with me not wanting to potty train my my three year old. Silly isn't it? Yes. Three year old. Not 1.5 year old or two year old. The boy is three. It was high-time that I put him on a potty. Why did I wait so long, you ask? Good question. Which should merit a good answer, but I simply don't have one. I have excuses, but I don't have a good answer. The best way I can describe it is that I was putting off the inevitable because I didn't think I could take the stress of it all. I haven't been handling stress too well lately. Rather than dealing with what was on my plate...or the boys' behavior...or potty training...I had put off such situations and in stead used food to comfort myself.
Yes. There you have it. Food had become that to me. Food had become my way of coping.
What does that have to do with potty training, you ask? Well, you, with all the questions...facing the potty training helped me to see that I'm stronger than I give myself credit for. I can handle this! Are you kidding me?! Of course I can handle this. I gave birth to three huge children of mammoth proportions-- I certainly can take charge of the potty situation. So, that has lead to so many other areas of my life. Weight? No biggie! I can handle that! Why was I so scared? I have no idea. It's silly when you think of it, really. But don't you agree?
And facing this has helped me to look at another area of my life that I've allowed to get off-kilter. The most important area of my life, really. My walk with Him. Rather than running from problems...or "checking out"...or running to food to avoid facing problems right smack-dab in the eye...I'm running to Him. I'm {finally} allowing Him to be what he's always longed to be. I'm starting to see myself in a new light.
Not sayin' I'm there, people. Not even close. But I'm no longer afraid to take this journey.
And you know what? It feels pretty darn good.
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