Old habits die hard.

For my first 26 years, Satan had me believing his lies. I was ugly, I was fat, I was unlovable.

I look back a photos of myself and am aghast. Yes, I did balloon (diet my way up) to morbidly obese. But I finally had to go to drastic measures (surgery) to take back what Satan had stolen (my self esteem and health). Yes, he did a number on me. My health has suffered. And yes, my kids still get mad at me when I avoid the camera, or refer to myself as 'fat' (I've gained back some of the weight I lost after surgery, but I still weigh what I did in High School).

Old habits die hard. I try to leave everything at the foot of the cross, but I am weak, and for whatever reason, I will sometimes go back and snatch up those things, only to put them back when convicted by my Loving Savior who won't let me wallow for very long. So very happy He is a patient and loving Father.

Blessings~

Suzi