Re: both of you inspire with your knowledge , perseverance, and organizational skills!

You will NEVER hear me say you're running out of time to have peanuts. I'm 52 and still feel like I still have time to clean up more and have another beebee. However, I also believe in scripture - and that physical age matters not where God is concerned. With God, anything is possible.

When I think about all the things that took place when I had my little beebee (who's now 12), it boggles my mind. This was before I "knew" much about health.

Hubby was offered job in another state. Realtor "just HAD to show us a house that had everything we did NOT want in a house"! We bought it! It was like some Divine Plan!

The plumbing was connected to a beautifully-pure-spring-fed underground well. (no fluoride no chlorine)

Brother's fiance called. Wanted me to stand up with her in ceremony. I wanted to lose weight for the dress she chose. I met lady who sold health products and she showed me a special diet plan. It "just happened" to be rich in Iodine and IP6. (This is something I learned in retrospect; the company changed the product, gee, what a surprise).

I was 39.5 when I gave birth. I was Led; I didn't even know it at the time.

I am, once again, "rising" out of a fairly deep Depression that included horrible eating habits. I couldn't, absolutely could NOT, pull myself up by the bootstraps...but I'm turning around.

I think whatever we go through is something of a process.

I sometimes wonder if we are supposed to take a "bitter" pill every once in a while along the way as part of our health and healing. I was shown an analogy of sorts:

You know how yucky nail polish is removed with "nail polish remover?" (We all know the remover is bad too, but for the sake of argument assume the remover is "good").

Well, nail polish can also be removed with more nail polish...as long as you're removing both coats while the new layer is still wet.

Sometimes I wonder about these "back-slidings" of mine. When I come out of them, and (sorry), go to the bathroom, all I can smell is a horrible chemical/metal smell.

It's almost like the horrible eating is my "nail-polish way" of removing toxins because I just don't have access to nail polish remover - or, my body just cannot handle nail polish remover. Know what I mean? Am I making any sense to anyone?

My horrible eating did have a "logical reason" to it at the time, but that reason has gone by the way side now, and has been somewhat eliminated.

I believe timing is everything - I just don't understand it all. My willpower can be amazingly strong - but it was gone these past few weeks. Nada. Zip. Nowhere to be found.

It's now returning once again.

It may sound weird to many, but I believe in a higher power that leads. I do get frustrated, though, when He doesn't always Lead me the way I think He should! lolol

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