I didn’t start out as a bulimic. I just thought that if I could control my eating, I would be a better person, more holy even. I cut out one food after another. Constant denial ended up in giant binges and then finally, full-blown bulimia. Eating according to my standards became my morality. In my deceived way of thinking, ‘eating pure’ made me closer to God, while anything else made me sinful
Like bulimia, Orthorexia Nervosa begins with the idea of health, but over time, hardly any foods fit the eater’s high standards and major eating disorders may result. Today, society accepts this constant refusal of all things good as noble eating. We are all deceived.
Eat anything sold in the meat market without raising questions of conscience,for, “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it.….So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. (1 Corinthians 10: 25, 26, 31, NIV)
Prayer- Lord, forgive us for refusing your bountiful goodness. May we eat with both grace and thankfulness. For Christ who died that we might enjoy both. Amen
REVIEW of Meeting Myself by Author Iris Ford
MEETING MYSELF: SNIPPETS FROM A BINGING AND BULGING MIND
It’s not often you pick up a book and can’t put it down. The inner agony here is palpable. You will feel it as you read. The pace rushes on and you say to yourself, “Oh, what will she do?” The author has got you in her grasp, or maybe it is better to say – her bulimic despair has you up-tight, especially if you also suffer from the up-chucking that is actually clenching Brenda in its grip. Can you get rid of your despair that way, or any way? If this is you, hiding in there, then this book will grab you!
Brenda suffers agony and keeps it all to her ‘self’, upchucking down the pipes of the “white toilet”, trying to get rid of an unpleasant agony from childhood. “White” means pure, right? You read on and get the message: this is a struggle to be pure. Only God achieves that and He does as the book hurries you on. One senses the tug of war with God and one’s body. What to eat, or better put: how much NOT to eat, or even better, HIDE the food where no one else will find it until later, later, later in unimaginable places. The struggle goes on, and you read on and on, sharing her despair and secret.
Finally, the reader also shares Brenda’s approach to God where she thankfully finds healing and peace. But it is not over yet. God moves slowly as Brenda takes you along her every struggle until God fills her soul and body with forgiveness and peace. Yes, this is quite a book and if you know anyone suffering from this affliction do share Brenda’s story. Here is hope, forgiveness and a loving, forgiving, healing Saviour. Jesus also knows what a painfully suffering body is all about as His body took the brunt of all our sin, including Brenda’s.
Brenda is openly honest as she “Meets with herself, sharing these Snippets from a Binging and Bulging Mind”, showing the reader what it feels like to suffer from a bulimic disposition. Yet Brenda also brings children into the world and shares a loving relationship with her husband. How did she do it, you ask? Well, read on and find out. You will enjoy this book even if you aren’t bulimic. We all suffer from some kind of pain, whether in the body or mind – usually in both.
Reviewed by Iris M. Ford
“I believe Jesus is the answer to every question.”Brenda Wood is a motivational speaker, writer and author of Heartfelt, 366 Devotions for Common Sense Living. She is also a recovered bulimic who has gained and lost several 1000 pounds over the years! She understands the pain of overweight and the agony of life with an eating disorder. Brenda is known for her common sense wisdom, sense of humor and quirky comments.
Chapter 1-MeetingMeeting Myself, Snippets from a Binging and Bulging Mind and Chapter 1- The Pregnant Pause of Grief are now here on line for you to read and enjoy for free! Just check the page links above. Read, enjoy and then tell me what you think.
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Don’t you just hate having to keep a secret for someone? Me too. I have a post scheduled for September 7 and I can’t tell you what it is.. Now will I be able to keep my mouth shut until then? Bets anyone?
The trouble with secrets is that we keep the ones we should be telling. You know the ones. The ones that sound like this: I was abused as a child, my boyfriend hits me, I have an eating disorder, I take drugs,I am a senior and my children are cruel to me. I could go one but there really is no need.
Speaking out on secrets like that means that we have a chance to get well.
When I confessed to an eating disorder, over time I was able to recover. That brought out another layer….childhood abuse.. and I am well on my way to health. Choose life, dear friends. Sometimes that means telling secrets.
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Who needed a study for this? Apparently childhood physical abuse increases our chances of heart disease by 45 percent.
Good grief. We already know from personal experience that ‘it’ destroyed half our life, mutilated most of our relationships, caused eating disorders and left us in depression. We know it slowed down our careers and made us what we wanted never to be.
I never wanted to be so overcome with fear that I couldn’t face more than three people at a time without hyperventilating.
I didn’t want to shove in 50,000 to 80,000 calories at one sitting. I never wanted to spend the most active part of my day getting rid of that food.
Now we have to ‘swallow’ this as well? No wonder we struggle with being ourselves. We are not! Even worse, the weasel(s) that did the unspeakable to us went blithely on to do it to dozens of other children.
Aren’t you angry? Doesn’t it make you want to scream?
It does me. Thankfully, someone told me about Jesus, who died for me and rose from the dead for me. All I had to do was ask forgiveness and ask Him into my life.You can do the same.
Jesus helped me to rise out of the muck. If He hadn’t given me survival hope, I would be dead from my own hand.
Are you still stuck in those past deeds? It is not your fault. You are innocent!
It is never too late to tell someone. Speak up! Be brave and save another 100 or more children from the scum that happened to you.
Brenda J. Wood