I am a liar. It’s an uncomfortable thing to admit. I’m a Christian. Lies are forbidden. As Revelation 21:8 (and the snappy little tune based on “Frere Jacques”) clearly state, liars go straight to H-E-double-hockey-sticks. Revelation Revelation Twenty-one eight Twenty-one
There are lots of theories about the root cause of addiction. I’ve heard a lot of them. But nothing I’ve read or heard has completely explained, to me, why I am an addict. So I’m digging. I don’t know if
A lot of us here in the BLE world are falling apart right now. We don’t know what’s going to happen next. One little virus, and we’re stuck in our houses, wondering how long we’ll be asked to isolate ourselves.
It’s impossible to get away from. When you’ve lived your life as a food addict, it shows. No matter how carefully you hide your eating, the results are painfully evident. Unsightly rolls and pounds of extra flesh: clinging to you,
As I head into my 10th straight day of perfect lines, I find myself in the curious position of feeling somewhat more confident than the situation warrants. I’ve been here before. Several times. And by the scale’s numerical measurement, I’m
We’ve finally got a decade we can be proud of again, and it makes me happy.
My mother looked at me and asked: “Are you doing any Christmas baking this year?”
Rehab might not be for everyone, but if someone wants it – and perhaps finds it, and even succeeds with it – why should that bother anyone else?
I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I tried so hard.
Life is funny. It’s hard, and sometimes it’s miserable. It can feel pointless. And then, sometimes, it is unexpectedly beautiful.