Living Authentically

Why is my enough never enough, continued…. God has blessed me with eight children, all of whom have a different story to tell as to how I became their mother. My oldest I was 18 years old, newly high school graduate and newly married, and after a long labor and delivery she was born into this world on July 27. My second came 18 months after the first when I am sure was a cold January day, 2000. The world was predicted to end as the year 2000 came (that was fun being a new mom and pregnant during that scare) but the year came and gone and my third baby was born in January 2003 three years and three days after her sister! During that time I worked at Hy-Vee in the kitchen, I worked at the bank, and an insurance company. But then I wanted more so I convinced my husband that it was a brilliant idea to pick up our family and move to Florida. To say the move was an adventure is an understatement, and I didn’t feel like it was a mistake until my two daughters moved to Florida last year leavin...

Why is my enough never enough; if that makes sense. I have struggled all of my life with self-control. As a child I was very consistently told that I didn’t need that second helping or that second or third piece of something. I have struggled with weight and body image all of my life and I know that my parents meant well but I am sure did not help my view of myself or my eating habits because I have always wanted more to the point that I will make myself sick having eaten too much and not listened to body signals. As a child I sought to master the art of sneaking and hiding food, I would sneak a spoonful of peanut butter and would then leave spoons in the top of my dresser drawers awaiting the right time to bring them back to the kitchen so to ensure that no one noticed. Ice cream was another thing that I would indulge myself with when no one was looking I would sneak a spoonful of ice cream. My enough is my never enough with regards to my food habits has followed me into adulthood. ...