It's 3 am, I'm reading a dictionary and wishing for a magic 8 ball.

You know when it's 3 am and you can't sleep so you decide that reading the dictionary would be a great idea to help make you bored, so you ask your magic 8 ball (which you do not have one of because, let's just face it, it's not the 80s anymore and no one bases their fate on them anymore...don't ask me why), but I still ask him to give me a divine inspirational word to enlightened my current situation. Anyways, my imaginary magic 8 ball turned the dictionary and placed my finger on this .

I guess I should not base my future hopes and dreams on imaginary magic 8 ball enlightenment. 

Oh nevermind. 

Then, your dictionary seems to be shedding brown, ROACH-LIKE insect slowly and very cautiously, you turn the page to face the dead roach in your ancient dictionary ONLY to find that it was a 15 year old Gerber Daisy given to me by Paul that I had pressed from when we were just boyfriend and girlfriend!!  Aweeeeeeeee!!

So maybe magic 8 ball universe mother earth dude does know what she's talking about.  Still...enlarge? Geez....

But to give the thing credit,  the words above and below are awesome...

Enigma,  enjoyment, and enlighten. I think I'll keep reading the dictionary instead of sleeping.  

This post is definitely the worse one so far....

Road Work, 1 Mile

So you would never guess this, but I am married to a youth pastor.  He is a really private person who (unfortunately for him) married an obnoxiously outgoing and extroverted (and let's just face it, beautiful) girl. He was well aware of what he was getting himself into, so don't you dare feel sorry for him! I am NOT a private person, and share everything! (I am a good secret keeper though I must say). Anyways, we were driving to the Pensacola fair yesterday so Zay could go to all three fairs in our area (if you consider 1 1/2 hours drive local). Oh fine, here is a picture or two and maybe a video...

Oh, and as he went down this slide he was totally saying "holy crap! Holy crap!" Which, please, that came straight from his daddy's mouth. And there was this lady who had a REALLY BAD case of bangs, that was shaking her head in disapproval. 

Mommy's own magical fairyland right here. $24 worth of candy for yours truly! 

 He is just way to freaking precious. 

So back to the point of my post. On our way home from the fair, Paul was telling me that he gave a sermon (or message or something like preaching but he does not like to say he preaches...come on) on Hannah Montana Movie after having the middle school aged kids in our youth group watch it. Wait, what? 

Then he goes on to tell me that you can make a sermon or a life lesson out of anything.  So after I threatened him with violence, I decided to test him with a game I like to call...babe, that's ridiculous.  I started to point to things and force him to tell me where he would go with that "life lesson" (by the way he hated this game for sure). For example he saw a road work orange cone thing and said that those cones are there to protect us, not just hinder or narrow our pathway, but to protect us from crashing, going the wrong way, etc. Sometimes God puts cones in our lives and (blah blah blah).

Freaking sure enough HE WAS RIGHT!! 
So my favorite one of the night was 
"Road Work, 1 mile"

Road construction SUCKS! It's annoying, inconvenient, tests my patience, brings our my frustration and anger, but you know what? It makes the roads better! It fills up and fixes potentially dangerous and harmful pot holes. It's not a finished product yet. It is not complete and will be ugly and annoying until it is complete! 

ISN'T THAT LIFE??? Like really truly! God's working on my crap right now. It's ugly, it's orange and gives you a headache...and most of us need a warning sign! But I am not finished yet. I'm growing. I'm still being pruned. How refreshing.  And annoying. 

Currently listening to 


Change. Letting Go. Seasons. Pain. Freedom

I have VERY exciting news! I am in the process of creating a charity to help send girls and boys suffering from eating disorders to treatment.  I am not sure if I have shared that my 3 months of inpatient eating disorder treatment cost $150,000 out of pocket. Insurance would not cover 1 cent. Most people can not afford this. I am confident that had I not gotten the intense inpatient treatment I did I would not be alive today. talented and dear friend Hannah Craft Vermillion and I have been working together to design a logo that signifies eating disorders using a powerful word and the national eating disorder symbol. I plan to create t shirts, coffee mugs, etc. 100% of all proceeds  will go to a scholarship to help as many as possible afford treatment.  

This is my passion and my vision. 

Today's post is about change and letting go.

My favorite season of the entire year is Autumn. I love the October orange sunset, the beautiful gold harvest moons, the crisp air that remind me of so many happy memories, and all the gorgeous changing colors. (Although living in the Panhandle of Florida we are limited to colored leaves). Oh and really the best part hands down is the candy corn and the excitement about holiday Marshmellow Peeps!! However, Watching the Fall turn into Winter reminds us that letting go can be beautiful.  We can learn a lot from watching the seasons.  Letting go can be very difficult at times. Change can feel UNCOMFORTABLE , SCARY and ANXIOUS.

Think about things in your life that you need to let go of. What weighs you down? What are you carrying around DAILY that is a HEAVY BURDEN? For me it is the CONSTANT drive to be a perfectionistic being, which is driven by the desire to please everyone, to be ACCEPTED by everyone,  to be everyone's favorite, and to be LOVED. If I can let go of this then I know I'll live more freely. Remove the veil that blocks you from freeing yourself from experiencing true happiness and joy.

One thing I never realized was that not forgiving someone,  even if they don't want it or ask for it was a really heavy burden. It was affecting me more than that person. But I did not think I had the capacity to forgive them, so I started small. I began to pray for their well being... (not that they would be convicted of their wrongdoings or learn their lessons), but that they would find true happiness.  The fact of the ma\er was that carrying around the weight of unforgiveness was affecting me entirely more than them. Once I let that grudge go I felt a weight of freedom.  Letting go is a part of this change. Free yourself. 

Change is hard. Here are some quotes that have helped me

I am currently listening to Lindsey Stirling's Song of the caged bird to help ease the pain of change.


Music That Saves my Life and Rescues my Soul

Music is a very big part of my recovery.  These are songs that have rescued me from the depths time and time again.  When my Eating Disorder voice is screaming at me and my urges to "use" are strong, I can choose to distract myself with healing music. These songs are my top choices for music therapy. There are many different healing therapies to engage in. Eating Disorders are absolutely not a choice, but choosing to make the next right decision is. Check some of my top choices.  I will continue to add to this list as my love for music allows me to discover more and more.


Macklemore "Otherside"

B. Reith ft. Lecrae and Lisa Gungor "Made For More"

Lindsey Stirling "Shatter Me"

Regina Spektor "Firewood"

Macklemore "Starting Over"

Regina Spektor "Obsolete"

Frou Frou "Let Go"


Free Your Inner Child! Mind Blowing Lessons from my 3 year old.

So Zay has this oh my goodness ridiculous crazy obsession with Mario...all things Mario Brothers related really. It's ALLLLLLL he ever thinks about. Which, to a mommy is super annoying and kinda cute, and to a daddy he wins mega cool dad points,   (what the heck is that anyways? I mean I keep hearing "way to go Paul!" And "scored dad points!" Is there some kind of feministic rally I should be attending about this issue?) It has become such an obsessive fixation, that everywhere he walks, he is saying "yahoo", "it's a  me, Mario!" "Yah!" And all the other noises you hear in this Mario Brothers world. He walks, talks, jumps, runs, and climbs in character. At. All. Times. 

Here is a SAMPLE of his collection:

(He was terrified of his own reflection, but insisted that I took a picture to send to daddy)

So last night we were both asleep and I heard through our baby monitor  (yes, we still use a baby monitor,  but I think it's really for me to hear Zay's white noise machine to drown out Paul's snoring. Selfish mommy) I heard him talking in his sleep in Mario character! So I went into his room to spy on him of course, and get this....Isaiah was fully asleep, laughing and giggling in a true Mario/Luigi obstacle course! His arms were moving when he would make that jumping noise and just having a complete ball!

Lesson? Point?? How incredibly fun and carefree is that? Can we just take a minute to think about this Mind blowing insight from a 3 year old?  Let's try and live life without carrying the heavy burdens this extremely difficult experience of simply existing brings us. Life is tough. We go through a lot of really crappy things. I know that I let these burdens weigh me down, stress me out, and at times paralyze me. But I think Zay has a point.  Walking around saying "yahoo" and "yah!" Well, it's fun. It forces you to have a positive outlook on living...that vital existence.  It gave me a sense of optimism which naturally I sometimes lack.

Which brings me to this extremely important point...Let your inner child out to play. Free her or him. Search within your soul, your spirit, for that lost, innocent being.  Then let that new discoverydrive some of your next decisions. Here's motivation,  go swinging in the park. Buy a balloon and just carry it around in public. Say a little more "Yahoos!"

Definition of Life:
  1. Vitality. Life is the state of actual living. Vitality is the power of living or the capacity of maintaining life. 

This is a picture of Zay in Mario's green pipe that takes him to his magical secret underworld! 

I am currently listening to


The Anatomy of my Eating Disorder, the dark scary truth.

Anorexic at 62 lbs, I am a living miracle.

My name is Lissa. I am 34 years old and a Registered Nurse. I was raised with the belief that the most important thing in life is to be accepted and loved by everyone.  To be everyone's favorite, to have the perfect reputation,  to not only succeed at everything,  but be the best at everything I put my mind to.  I trained my little soul that I could win everyone's love by being exactly who they wanted. I set perfectionist, unrealistic expectations on myself and if I "failed" I felt like a complete failure.  This was ingrained in me. This is what drove my every decision. I learned to stuff down any "negative" emotion (sadness, frustration, anger, etc.) I LIVED IN FEAR DAILY that if I expressed any of these emotions, I would lose the love and acceptance from everyone.  To me, this is what laid the foundation for my eating disorder.  As an adult I realized I had no idea who I was, what made me happy, or any feelings of confidence.  My confidence had always come from the love, attention and acceptance I got from others. I felt empty, insecure and lost. I got married and once again miserably failed my own expectations.  I was a failure and I was hurting. I subconsciously started obsessing about calories, weight loss and food. I was successful at losing weight. This numbed my pain. It became a FIERCE and aggressive addiction.  It snow balled fast. I started to not even know how to function if I didn't feel the pain of starvation.  If I didn't feel hungry, I felt out of control.

So, how to escape? How to break free? I was 62 lbs and smelt like decaying flesh... because I was actively dying.  My eating disorder had brainwashed me to be horrified of food and to hate most all food. I was terrified.  I could not eat. I needed help.

After inpatient treatment,  I learned to deal with the demons beneath the eating disorder.  It's ok to disappoint people. Those "negative" emotions need to be felt. Confidence comes from within my soul.

Now that I am in recovery and a mother of an adopted three-year-old I am trying to relearn and reintroduce the different foods, flavors, spices, textures and variety back into my life that my eating disorder previously forbid. To finally allow myself to taste enjoy and nourish my body with food. My primary motivation is to offer help to the Millions of victims of eating disorders. To show them that food is a privilege not a punishment. To show them that recovery is possible and it is possible to have a positive experience eating. I am slowly introducing foods that I have deleted from my life, tasting experiencing and learning what I enjoy and what I love. I am extremely open and willing to any all, to shine light into the pits, sometimes disgusting and uncomfortable, places that my eating disorder took me.

So make a list of what makes you happy.  What makes recovery...the grueling, daily fight...worth it?

For me, it is amazing, brilliant, fun adopted 3 year old.

Where there was darkness,  a light shown through and pierced it.