Today I realized that I am proud of myself. (With a little help from Amanda J) I am an emotional eater for SURE. I love, love, love food. I love to read about it, look at it, buy it, prepare it, talk about it, and eat it. And this is especially true when I am feeling down. The past 9 months of this crazy transition time have been an emotional rollercoaster leading to little bouts of depression for both of is. So I am proud of myself that in the midst of it all, I have been able to lose some weight. If you are an emotional eater, you know how profound this is! Some of it was baby weight and needed to go and some of it had nothing to do with Jackson, but still needed to go! I have been watching what I eat and working out, but I think some of it was that fact that I can control what I am eating even when I can’t control anything else in my life right now. At least it’s a small victory in this season of discouragement J
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Right on man. Why don't we keep the weight off by playing regular disc golf, then going out for icecream afterwards.
We love you both! You are loved by Jesus!
Crap! I just realized Tim didn't write this post! I'm an idiot!
Tim, you're not fat! Neither are you Heidi.
I'm going to stop right now before I get any deeper in the hole.
Ahhhh.....
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