Naturally skinny. That is my downfall.
Many of us are skinny as children. Bony, lanky, slim, and then we blossom as we come of age where we fill out and take on a new struggle to go back to skinny, if you will.
I barely blossomed.
I weighed 104 pounds on my wedding day and 128 pounds at my last OB appointment before my first child was born. I ate whatever I wanted and worked out a minimum amount. I did not own a scale until a few years ago.
When you live in a small body, where changes in size are minor, you barely notice until one day when your pants don’t fit or your arms look jiggly, or your husband has a health scare and starts watching his cholesterol and loses 25 pounds, and then weighs the same as you. Ouch! You find the scale and step up on it…with a number in mind.
The Enneagram is fascinating. As in….I am fascinated by it.
As far as personality tests go, it gets me.
Answer a series of questions, and get thrown into 1 of 9 personality types. It’s interesting to say the least…and amazing, mortifying and humbling…if I can be truly honest.
The cool thing about this assessment is that, not only does it tell you your personality type, it also tells you what your personality becomes when you’re threatened and hurting or when you’re healthy and fulfilled.
I’m a sucker for garden vegetables. Add the word PIE and it makes it even more appealing. I especially love this easy Garden Vegetable Pie recipe because it can be served as a main dish for dinner with a yummy salad, or as a breakfast dish with a side of fruit.
I’m by no means a food blogger, and it’s obvious I’m no food photographer, but I promise, this recipe is easy, family approved and totally worth trying.
This is the second (first official) event of the Gather to Give community that I recently started with some of my friends and neighbors. If you’d like to read more about the purpose of Gather to Give, go HERE to catch the vision.
I first heard about Sole Hope a few years ago at the Allume blogging conference in Greenville S.C. Being a nurse, I was immediately drawn to their mission of healing the feet of children in Uganda and then providing them with shoes to combat the overall problems of foot health that result from their unprotected feet.
In March of this year, I sent an email to a group of about 50 women.
Most of them were neighbors, friends, volleyball moms, my children’s friends moms, and a few co-workers. In the email, I expressed a desire of mine…that I was finally ready to take action on after waiting for “just the right time” for too many years.
You see, I am that person that loves hospitality, but worries about silly things like unfinished hardwood floors, or having no furniture in the living room. I forget that by inviting people into my imperfect home, it allows them the opportunity and freedom to be imperfect too.