As of late I’ve been noticing a pattern in my life. I am a control freak. I never saw myself as such. I like to think of myself as pretty laid back.
Recently, I went away on a retreat where I had time just to sit and relax. This relaxation in and of itself was hard for me. While, I have no problem sitting still, even then my mind is working. I’m usually listening to or thinking through something. On my retreat, It was next to impossible for me to shut off all of the voices and just sit and talk to the Lord with no timetables or todos.
In the day to day of life, there are a lot of demands on me. Whether it be my husband, children, house, or outside commitments. It’s hard to settle in and find room for rest. What I realize about myself is that I’m afraid to sit still and hear from the Lord. I’m comfortable in the “busy” of life.
Can you relate?
I am a self-proclaimed half crunchy mama. According to urban dictionary, “A Crunchy Mama is a “Mother, who supports homebirth, breastfeeding, babywearing, cloth diapering, co-sleeping, gentle discipline, etc. One who questions established medical authority; tends to be vegetarian and prepare all-organic foods.”
While I am a home birthing, home schooling, baby-wearing co-sleeper I wouldn’t necessarily identify with the hippy aspects of that definition. Our family doesn’t wear organic clothes, eat only organic foods or do cloth diaper. (too much work)
I have a love-love relationship with food. I wouldn’t say I am gourmet or even adventurous with my food choices. But I do have comfort foods; lots of them! I eat when I’m happy, stressed, sad, and bored. I derive much happiness from food. Is this you? Read on my friend.
The last several months, I’ve been on a weight loss journey. My health odyssey of sorts. Coming up against my food problem has been difficult. No, downright hard. A few weeks into my journey life happened and stressful days ensued I wanted nothing more than to get myself a Mocha Moolatte plop down on the couch and watch some Biggest Loser. It’s true.