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If You Only Knew: My Story (Part 1)

01.21.2018 by Nicole Kristin Twedt //

If you could see me now, you’d see that I’m doing the happy dance. I’m glad you can’t really see me. The truth of the matter is that I have stiff hips and lack even the slightest bit of rhythm and coordination required to break out my dance moves without embarrassing myself or other people. This, of course, is the understatement of the century. My cousin Jen has a DVD of Greg and me dancing at her wedding several summers back. I would pay big bucks to ensure that Jen’s wedding DVD never sees the light of day.

The reason for my excitement is that I finished reading an advanced copy of Jamie Ivey’s memoir If You Only Knew: My Unlikely, Unavoidable Story of Becoming Free. (Jamie’s book releases January 30, but you can preorder it here.) If you’ve never heard of Jamie Ivey, you’re in for a treat. Jamie is the host of the podcast  Happy Hour With Jamie Ivey, which happens to be one of my favorite podcasts. Every week Jamie brings a guest onto her show to chat about the big things in life, the little things in life and everything in-between.

Instead of a traditional book review, I’m going to kinda-sorta share what Jamie’s book means to me by telling you a story; it’s my own “If you only knew” story. Though I should warn you, it’s a rather messy story of becoming free. I’m sharing it with plenty of fear and trembling.

Every story has a beginning. To understand my story, we’re going to have to go back to the early 80s when my life unravelled, just a bit. To be precise, because I always like to be precise, the story begins in 1983 at the back of Mrs. Hatchell’s A.M. kindergarten classroom at Parkwood Elementary School in Seattle, WA.

I sat at the back table with the school nurse because I’d just failed the state-mandated hearing test. Even now, over thirty years later, I remember everything about the school nurse, except her name. She was a large woman, obese really.  I remember counting the rolls of fat visible through her polyester shirt. I was intrigued by the rolls of fat. I also had rolls around my middle, or so I thought.  I never voiced my observation. I didn’t know that everyone, no matter how thick or thin, had some amount of skin that folds when they bend or sit.  From that moment on, every time I took a bath in the white-tiled tub of my childhood, I would stare at my stomach and count them, the tiny folds of skin, and think about how I was just like the school nurse.

I changed schools in second grade. As a shy and observant child, often lost in thought, I made a unique observation one afternoon in November: Catholic school girls were skinnier than the public school girls at my old school. I was keenly aware that my calves seemed to be the same size as their thighs.

I could go on and on about my warped body image during my childhood years. But I won’t. It’s important to note, however, that even though I wasn’t actually overweight, I did have a problem. You see, I never truly learned how to properly identify hunger and fullness signals.  Consequently, by the time I was in high school, I ballooned from a very normal, healthy little girl to a chubby teenager who really did have a bit of a weight problem.

By the time I was in college, in the late 90s, after struggling with body image and overeating, I lost 50-60 pounds through a Christian weight loss program that taught participants to turn to God for emotional needs instead of food.  I fell in love with God all over again. I was joyful and alive. I was also a size 4. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that people treated me different now that I was thin. Men looked at me, which was a first. And clothes! Clothes not only fit, they actually looked good on me! I never imagined that I could look and feel so great. I had confidence that I never had before.

Yet fear slowly crept into my heart. I was terrified of losing what I worked so hard to achieve.  I never ever wanted to be fat again. I was terrified of gaining even an ounce. I had always enjoyed food (hence the initial weight problem), but I was terrified to the point that I was willing to do absolutely anything in my power to make sure I stayed thin.

I learned through the diet to be content with eating less. I took the concept and ran with it. If I was content with half a sandwich, why not eat a quarter? Then when my body adjusted to it, I ate only a few bites. Ironically, deciding to eat less was a subconscious decision. I wasn’t aware that I was starving myself. I don’t know if my body went into starvation mode or what but soon I rarely felt hungry; and after taking a few bites I felt extremely full. In retrospect, I had to be hungry. I was so hungry that food dominated every waking moment. I wouldn’t entertain these thoughts, of course not. But my thoughts of food had to go somewhere. Really, I was obsessed with food. To alleviate the emptiness of hunger, I poured over recipes in my monthly subscription to Gourmet magazine and organized the refrigerator like a Nazi. I dreamed of meals I’d one day cook, but never eat, or drive by restaurants I’d never try.

Dear friend, I invite you to come back for the rest of the story to celebrate the release of Jamie Ivey’s book, If You Only Knew. I promise it gets better!

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Categories // Being Brave, Book Reviews, My Story Tags // Becoming Free, Eating Disorders, Jamie Ivey

Book Review: Living the Season Well — Reclaiming Christmas

10.18.2017 by Nicole Kristin Twedt //

Today marks the third Sunday of Advent.  The Tiniest Tiny is on the verge of losing her first tooth; I’m feeling all the feels.  Before long, a dairy-free version of  Alice Currah’s “Spicy Sausage Kale Bean Soup” is reheated on the stovetop.  Leftover Thai food is thrown into the microwave; and two-thirds of our children refuse to eat it.  Eventually, our family gathers around the oak farm table in the dining room to light the Joy Candle.  As the flame of the pink candle flickers and comes to life, we set our eyes on whatever is lovely and good, to the dawn of about to get better.  This is the song of old, the story rising in me.

The above reflection was part of last year’s Christmas letter.  I didn’t mention that the kids were fighting to the death over whose turn it was to blow out the candles; the dog was barking; and each time I snuck a glance at my phone to refer to the Advent reading I’d found online, my husband Greg, always the kid at heart, tried to blow out the candle that was supposed to represent joy.

My family wasn’t the only problem.  Panic seemed to creep into my heart as soon as Costco rolled out their holiday decorations.  Anxiety was at its peak by Black Friday. For the love of trying to find that special treasure for each family member, extended family member, teacher, school specialist and even the milkman.  By the time I got to the milkman, I’m afraid the “special something” came from my neighborhood Starbucks in the form of a $10 gift card.  I really wasn’t a Grinch.  I really did love Christmas.  I was just overwhelmed by the increasing number of obligations, and expenses, associated with the season.

Enter Jody Collins and her new book, Living the Season Well — Reclaiming Christmas. I met the author at a Seattle-based writing group last winter.  Jody sat on a red couch by the window and told us, enthusiastically, about an idea she had for a book, an idea she believes God gave her to help parents (and grandparents) appreciate the connection between adapting, or adopting, the liturgies of the church year by presenting simple ways for families to approach the holidays without feeling burdened by it.

Living the Season Well is for evangelical and liturgical families alike.  My faith background is Presbyterian-turned-Nondenominational-turned-Assemblies-of-God; which meant I was basically confused about the church calendar and all things liturgy.  I have precious memories of the lighting of the Advent candles at the church of my childhood, complete with wooden pews and stained glass windows. As an adult, it’s easy for me to get behind all of the longing and anticipation associated with Advent. But I had questions about the candle business.  I knew about the little pink Joy Candle, but only because I Googled it.  I loved learning from the book about the sacred traditions of the church in ways that work for modern families. I found the explanation of Advent particularly helpful.

I appreciate the tone of Living the Season Well.  Jody is never bossy or condescending. Her book urged me to start small and start now.  Since I’m a budget-conscious mama, I love that many of Jody’s ideas and suggestions to incorporate the timeless church traditions are inexpensive, and often free.

I learned that it’s not about cramming more of Christmas on or around December 25.  This was one of my favorite take-aways from the book. You see, I’m deeply introspective.  My heart requires a great deal of time to ponder and reflect upon the way God chose to show his love for me through the miracle of his son’s birth.  I’m not ready to take down the tree just because Christmas has come and gone. I’m still celebrating.  What a relief to have permission to stretch the season out and enjoy the sacred beauty of it all.

As mentioned previously, I’m prone to anxiety.  It doesn’t take much for me to feel overwhelmed by the increasing number of obligations and expenses associated with the beloved holiday.  Can you relate?  Friend, it doesn’t have to be this way.  Christmas doesn’t have to be a major source of stress and anxiety. There’s a plethora of useful information available in Jody’s book to help you and your family simplify Christmas and live the season well.

As part of the launch team for Living the Season Well, I received a digital copy of the book in exchange for my honest review.  Truth be told, I loved Jody’s book so much that I ordered a paperback for myself.  I think you’ll like it, too. I encourage you to click on one of the following links to order your own copy of Living the Season Well — Reclaiming Christmas by Jody Collins.  You’ll thank me later.

Living the Season Well — Reclaiming Christmas by Jody Collins on Amazon.

Living the Season Well — Reclaiming Christmas by Jody Collins at Barnes & Noble.

 

Categories // Anxiety, Book Reviews, Family Tags // Advent, Books, Christmas, Jody Collins, Liturgy

Book Review: Church of the Small Things

10.03.2017 by Nicole Kristin Twedt //


Just about every Saturday morning last fall, I’d grab one of those double-insulated coffee mugs filled to the brim with Tony’s French Royale dark roast and Organic Valley dairy-free creamer (don’t forget the creamer).  Next, I’d slip my cold feet into a pair of black floral-print rain boots. (I’ve heard them described on the Sorta Awesome Podcast as moody floral.)  My five-year-old daughter, Lauren, and I would then dash off to ballet class, which was held, of course, at the exact same time as big brother’s soccer game.  As soon as ballet was over, we’d race to the small bathroom between the dance studio and a dential office, where I’d attempt to get Lauren out of her pink leotard and tights in a timely manner.  If we were lucky, the handicapped stall would be available for us to privately trade pink dance slippers for Hello Kitty rubber boots.  When we were through changing, I’d grab Lauren’s hand and, together, we’d bolt down the narrow staircase to the parking lot where our Honda Odyssey was waiting to whisk us off to the soccer field at the community church on the other side of town.

I’m exhausted just writing about it.

Let’s face it: Life is busy, really really busy.  And time isn’t slowing down. That’s why I fully appreciate the book Church of the Small Things: The Million Little Pieces That Make Up a Life by Melanie Shankle, which releases today.

I received an advance copy of Church of the Small Things as part of Melanie’s launch team in exchange for an honest review.  The bright pink book was left on my front porch by the UPS guy during Lauren’s family birthday party, back in July.  I’ve looked forward to talking about it with you ever since.

Melanie Shankle is a modern day Erma Bombeck with a little bit of sarcasm and a better sense of style.

Really, she is.  Chapters such as Forty Is Not the New Thirty, How Walmart and a Frito Pie Made all the Difference, and Autocorrect Is the Devil left me howling with laughter and tender with nostalgia.

What I appreciate most about Church of the Small Things, however, is it helped me see the bigger picture.  Melanie reminds me that the little things in life are actually the big things.  She reminds me to see life as a series of stories worth sharing, worth savoring.  All because there’s goodness, so much goodness, to be found along the way.

According to Church of the Small Things, it’s not about having the latest and greatest.  Oh no, Melanie reminds me that a good life is made up of a thousand trips to Costco and the grocery store.  It’s about movie nights and the little dog who searches in vain to find the perfect lap among the five of us.  It’s about attending Back to School Nights and Girl Scout ceremonies.  It’s about cheering for Steven in the pouring rain and helping our little girl change out of her pink leotard in a bathroom stall next to the dental office.  It’s about clapping for my big girl when she plays the second verse of a song on her recorder that I kinda-sorta recognize. (Yankee Doodle?) And it’s about laughter, lots and lots of laughter.

Consider ordering yourself a copy of Church of the Small Things by Melanie Shankle.  Who doesn’t, after all, need a gentle reminder to thank God for the little pieces that make up a life?  You know, the tender moments, the church of the small things.

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