One day turns into weeks

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One day has turned into two.

Two has given way to a week.

A week has transformed into two weeks.

In some ways it seems odd and yet it is all so familiar.  It's odd in that we are here; here without the love, safety, and support of our team members from McCallum.  It's familiar in that we are here; here on the mountain in the love and safety of our breathtaking community.  The days are turning into weeks and rising of the sun brings thankfulness for another day and each night brings a sliver of doubt that something will lead Emma back to a place of unworthiness, insecurity and to a place where darkness reigns in her being.

This life of binge eating isn't about dieting. It is not about restricting the foods that you love {the candy bars, ice cream or cookies} or merely focusing on healthy food.  This new life that we are leaning in to ask us set down judgement about what we or someone else has


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