If anything can motivate me to stop, it is my new baby girl. I thought it simply boiled down to finding the “perfect motivator,” and I assumed I held my motivation in my arms. As I continually sought to find my motivation apart from Christ, I found myself on a treadmill, whose speed, for a… Read More Aubrey’s Story #8: Bulimia and the Treadmill
There are dark days here. I pray the darkness will make the light all the brighter. The question for me is not, “Why are you sharing your struggles?!” But rather, “Why would you hide just how far God’s grace reaches?!” The second year of bulimia brought a significant change in my life. For the first… Read More Aubrey’s Story #7, Bulimic and Pregnant
“There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus”! If there ever was a man who shouted it from the rooftops it was Jim Thorne. A bit stunned and confused, I shifted the schoolwork that I needed to grade that night to my other shoulder, looking around fruitlessly. The words were… Read More Aubrey’s Story #6, Bulimic Teacher (Pt 2)
I (Jeff) had great zeal, but shallow theology when we were first married. It’s embarrassing to admit how simplistic my view of sin was at the time … and how easily I believed godliness could be attained by outward conformity. When we were engaged and I found out she was making herself vomit (not labeling… Read More Married to a Bulimic #1: Thin Views of Sin and Grace
It seems a bit heavy to keep plodding along this path of bondage. My heart wants to jump to the freedom portion. But I need to remember the reason for sharing my story is to boast in just how patient and just how good my Father is. Not at one point did He “throw in… Read More Aubrey’s Story #5, Married and Bulimic
After our honeymoon we began to set up our lives in a chicken coop. The principal of the Christian school where both of us were teaching (Jeff, part-time and I, full-time) was gracious enough to let us live for free in their chicken coop. It was a tiny, endearing, whitewashed building. We like to joke… Read More Aubrey’s Story #4, Bulimic Teacher (Pt 1)
I made a promise that I could not keep. But maybe, just as terrifying as the fact that I could not keep my promise of “stopping ‘it’”, was the fact that my fiancé had confidence that I could stop it. He thought I could stop it. We both did. What was wrong with me? … Read More Aubrey’s Story #3, “Jesus, help me!”
Excitement. Freedom. A whole new world. These were the thoughts that ran through my mind as I emerged from my first successful purge, nine years ago.… Read More Aubrey’s Story #2, Bulimic Bride
Where does one begin a story, when you are unsure yourself where it began? Was it the first time I put my finger down my throat as a 21-year old, and discovered I had a new tool in my weight loss pocket/journey?… Read More Aubrey’s Story #1, Bulimia Begins
Every Square Inch Fitness 