I am raising money to go on my second mission trip with Ransom Church to Juarez, Mexico. I will be volunteering my time with Casas Por Christo, a nonprofit organization that builds homes for underpriviledge families in hope for them to build a relationship with Christ.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
This week is National Eating Disorder Awareness week. The focus of this week is to spread awareness of eating disorders and body issues, while reducing the stigma of what having an eating disorder means. The National Eating Disorder Association is something I hold close to my heart. An eating disorder is a serious and life threatening disease. I know this first hand, I was told that I would never go to college or run track my Senior Year of high school, I was then told I was very close to death. I was told I could not be trusted to take care of myself, because I wasn’t, doing a very good job. I let a mental disorder take hold of me. It wasn’t about the food; it was about the control, my control. You see at 17, I felt the world around me was a whirlwind of decisions and rollercoaster’s that I wasn’t sure how to handle. The media, my friends, Facebook, all had these images of what I thought I should be. What I could put in my mouth, I could control, my decision, no one else’s. But instead of taking the word of God to taking care of my body, fueling it to run like a machine, like God intended, I broke it. I was scared, my parents tried to help, but I wouldn’t let them, until, on December 6th of 2010, of my senior year, I was diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa. I can’t pinpoint the exact time when this might have started but I do know it was around the end of my junior year. I turned into something I wasn’t. I became a very irritable teenager who wanted to stay home, not be the social butterfly I always was. I would secretly work out all the time and I was constantly counting calories so I knew how much I needed to burn off when I got the chance. I tried to hide it from my parents by only eating a real meal at dinner. I was always cold and many times blacked out when I stood up. I became tired all the time and spent a lot of time in bed. I also lost friend because of the way the disorder made me act. My first semester of my senior year was a fog. I refused help. I was slowly killing myself and had no realization of what I was actually doing. ED was winning. After that day I was diagnosed, I started therapy for an hour once a week. That didn’t help. I ended up losing more weight than gaining. I needed something more intense. Towards the end of January of 2011, my parents took me to
The University of Iowa Hospital. There I was admitted to the UHC Eating Disorder program as a partial patient. I was dropped off at the hospital every morning at 8am for 6 weeks and picked up in the late afternoon/evening. I went to school there during the day, part of my Senior Year, was spent taking classes in a hospital. Not an ideal Senior Year. That first day I was there, I was told that I will never be able to run track again, yes the thought of death was scary, but not having the camaraderie of my team was heartbreaking. I would not only let myself down, but my team as well. Those words still haunt me to this day, but I have learned to use it as motivation. And I am proving them wrong today, you see, I will always have to battle, but I will never lose the war again. Track had become my life and I wasn’t about to let it slip out of my hands. I may never be the same athlete, but I will forever be a stronger woman. Food is medicine. Food fuels our body. Food is needed for our overall physical well-being. Food is needed because we are athletes. Good performance of athletes comes from a healthy and nutritious diet. God gave us this body to take care of. God gave us a body that is unique, that no one else has, and we must cherish that. We must treat our body as a temple. First Corinthians 6:19-20, “Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own, you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies. “