36. Hunger is your friend and it won't betray you like food. - I don't understand how hunger could be your friend.  Hunger kills more than 35,000 people every day.  Hunger, if not satisfied, leads to your death.  Many, if not most, people consider hunger to be a vicious enemy.  Hunger will betray you every time you keep it unsatisfied. 

37. Food is mean and sneaky. It tricks you into eating it and it works on you from the inside out, making you fat, bloated, ugly, and unhappy. - Food doesn't make people fat.  People make people fat. :)  You will only become fat after eating unhealthy junk food.  Good and nutritious food will keep you alive and healthy.  Don't you want to be alive and healthy?  And ultimately, food isn't in control of your happiness.  You are. 

38. Think of anorexia as your secret weapon. - Against what?  Yourself?  Your health?  Your life?

39. If you can name one reason to be fat, I will name a million to be skinny. I'll name them even if you can't find a reason to be fat. - I don't know.  I haven't liked any of your reasons so far...  I know much of this was your disease speaking, but you must realize that there is something between fat and skinny.  There is an average, healthy weight.  That is what you should strive for.  That is what will keep you feeling good and alive.  For every argument you strive to think up, I will find scientific proof of why you should be healthy, not fat and not skinny.

40. Thin people look good in ANY kind of clothes. - Are you kidding me?  I have a naturally thin friend who has to shop and shop and shop to find blouses that look decent on her.  Nothing seems to fit right.  Everything is loose and baggy.  "Oh, I wish I had some curves!" she groans every time we go shopping.  And try finding 00 jeans.  Practically impossible.  I know a few people who have actually gotten alterations on their body because clothes weren't fitting them.

Thanks for reading my final installment of 40 Reasons to Eat.

By writing this, I by no means intend to disrespect those who struggle with an eating disorder.  I know that it is a disease of the mind.  I was angered by the original list... false facts that would cause girls who struggle with anorexia to stumble even further.  By writing this, I strive to show girls who struggle with eating disorders that there is an alternative.  Those aren't logical reasons to not eat.  There is never a logical reason to not eat.

If you or someone you know is dealing with an eating disorder, I strongly encourage you to seek help.  Your life and health are in danger.   

31. Have you ever seen a person NOT notice a walking skeleton? - You have a good point here.  I suppose that if all you want is attention, even if it is negative, you could become a walking skeleton and everyone will stare at you.  If you want looks of repulsion, disgust, astonishment, and horror, go for it.  You'll become walking death.  A walking skeleton. 

32. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels. - To be honest, I'd rather look healthy and be able to enjoy yummy foods now and then.  Eating sweets in moderation is okay.  Have you seen the food pyramid? 

33. Is food more important than happiness in life? Your appearance to others? - Let me turn this around on you.  Is your appearance to others more important than happiness in life?  Why should your appearance decide your happiness?  What if you were in an accident and your face was burnt past recognition?  What if you lost a leg?  Does that mean you can't be happy?

34. Eating is conforming. - Eating is surviving. 

35. When you start to get dizzy and weak, you're almost there. - You're almost where?  In a coffin?  You've just contradicted most of what you've said in previous numbers on this list.  You want to be a ballerina... you want to run fast... if you're dizzy and weak, you can't do any of those things!  You'll be stuck in a hospital bed with a heart monitor. 

Check back on Thursday for my final installment of 40 Reasons to Eat.

26. Starve off the parts you don't need. They're ugly and drag you down. - I don't quite understand this.  What parts don't you need?  Your muscles?  Your heart?  You know the first thing that you'll lose when you start to starve off your "parts"?  You'll lose your boobs.  And most girls want those.

27. Nothing can't be fixed with hunger and weightlessness. - Let's see.  Nothing can't be fixed, eh?  What about AIDS?  Did you know that you can't treat AIDS with ARV unless the recipient is on a healthy diet?  If they're malnourished, the treatment doesn't work.  What about world hunger where thousands of children die each day?  What about homelessness?  What about corrupt governments?  What about eating disorders?

28. Saying 'No, thanks' to food is saying 'Yes, please' to THIN! - Not necessarily.  Please refer back to number one on this long list.  Now this could work if you replaced some of the words and made it: "Saying 'No, thanks' to unhealthy, fatty, junk foods and replacing them with healthy foods and plenty of nutrients while being sure to put in an hour of exercise each day is saying 'Yes, please' to a THIN and HEALTHY body!"  I'm sure that's what you meant to say... you just didn't want a run-on sentence. :)

29. Fat people are so huge, people see through them and it's like they don't exist. - Oh no... believe me.  You can't see through a fat person.  Haven't you ever been to that party or family reunion when your extremely obese uncle or aunt or grandparent comes in and starts singing really loudly?  Believe me, it's impossible to ignore them.  But all joking aside, you shouldn't look at the outside appearance so much.  You're judging overweight people.  You can have overweight friends.  They exist just like you do.

30. The only time people notice a fat person is when they get in the way of that beautiful thin girl walking by. (I know that one sounds horrible.) (Oh well.) - I love how you finally start to feel guilty.  Finally.  After everything cruel and stereotypical you've said before in this list... you feel a little guilty at number thirty.  And then put it aside with a little, "Oh well."  I don't really want to honor this argument with much of a response because it isn't true.  I've got some friends who are bigger than others.  They're way nicer than a lot of the skinny people I know.  I don't notice my friends because of the way they look.  I notice them because of their personalities and their hearts.  When you talk (or in this case, write) in the way that you've been writing, it makes you have not-so-much of a nice heart.  Your words hurt people.  That's what makes people want to ignore you.  That's what makes people feel bad about themselves.  That's what causes low self esteem and eating disorders.

Check in on Tuesday for the next installment of 40 Reasons to Eat. 

It's been a fun day so far.  We got up bright and early and went on a two hour horseback riding trail.  Everyone in our family got to ride a horse.  Dad got a funny-looking gray-speckled horse named Chief.  Mom got a pretty white horse named Silver.  I got a dark brown horse named Busta Move.  Amy got a chestnut horse named Tater Tot.  Luke got a dun-colored horse named... Elvis.  I know!  Elvis!  I was incredibly jealous at first, Elvis being my favorite person in the universe and all, but Elvis the horse turned out to be slow, grumpy, and old, so after seeing his temperament, I wasn't jealous after all.



I never knew that New Mexico was pretty, but it is.  We rode along canyons and the base of the mountain.  Everything was red and purple and blue, as if it was painted right onto a canvas.  It was beautiful.  The weather was perfect as well.  We plodded along and talked and laughed and enjoyed ourselves.

At one point, a paint horse in our group got spooked and bucked off its passenger, a sweet girl with cerebral palsy.  She was okay- she wasn't even really frightened- but I felt bad for her.  Who expects to go on a slow, safe trail ride and get bucked onto the rocky canyon floor?

For lunch, my family ate beside the pool again.  If you ever check out the Tamaya resort, the nachos with queso are very tasty.  Don't leave without trying them out.

All five of us swam.  Tamaya has three different pools, but the most popular one has a water slide.  It's enclosed, so when you slide down, everything is pitch black.  You lose your sense of direction completely.  You feel yourself veering to the left and to the right and up and down. It's a little frightening.  And then suddenly, you drop down and see a shimmer of light.  And then whoosh!  You fall smack into the salt water of the pool.

After going down the slide a hundred times and relaxing in one of the hot tubs, we moved to the funny-shaped kid pool.  It's long, thin, curved, and three feet deep.  Originally, we thought it was a lazy river.  It wasn't, but it's perfect for races and games.

We finally returned to our hotel room to rest.  Mom checked her phone- we have very little reception, but occasionally a message gets through- to discover with a shock that my Naana fell this morning and broke her knee cap in four places.  We're currently all waiting in the room while Mom maneuvers herself onto the edge of the balcony, trying desperately to keep enough signal to talk to her mom on the phone and make sure that everything is okay.  I can hear Mom's side of the conversation.  Things don't seem great.  Naana is going to have to have surgery.  My aunt Denise is on her way to Amarillo to take care of her until we go back.  Our family friends are being great and taking care of our grandparents while we're gone.

We may end up returning home early.  The disappointment of that fact is dimmed with worry.  I think we all just want to make sure that Naana is okay.  I'll write more later.

Immediately after waking up, Dad and Luke went to go golf, and Mom and Amy and I left for the spa.  I've never been to a spa before, so I didn't know what to expect.  The moment I arrived in the spa area, I was offered a glass of fruit water and ushered into an area where I could change into a robe and slippers.  There was a hot tub, steam room, and sauna available while I waited (clothing optional, so I skipped out), along with a peaceful room with fluffy couches and tables of fruit and cold water.

I was escorted into the pedicure room.  Of course I've had pedicures before, but this one was much more extravagant.  I won't go into all of the boring details, but this pedicure was filled with soap scrubs and massages and all sorts of lovely things. 

The nice lady who did it all told me about her youngest daughter, Desiree.  She adopted the four-year-old girl six years ago.  Desiree was malnourished and had a receding hairline from lack of nutrition.  She'd been neglected by her mother and left to cook her own meals with the few ingredients left in her house... at age four!  Her mother had burned her, left her alone for days, and treated her horribly.  Now, at age ten, Desiree was like a new girl, filled with laughter and joy.  The story warmed my heart and again reminded me of what my parents told me.  Even though I was spending money on myself, it is helping this family, and in the long run, it's helping Desiree.

After our morning at the spa, we went and lied out by the pool until Luke and Dad got back from golfing.  The Tamaya Resort is about half an hour away from Albuquerque, which is a relatively big city.  We went into town to have dinner at the Boston Market and go to a game center just to hang out as a family.  We raced Go-Karts.  I passed my sister- yes!- and was ABOUT to pass my dad when the race ended.  After the exciting race, we all went to play Lazer Tag.

I must say, I am the worst person to play Lazer Tag.  I'm a very big advocate of peace, and I'm not a fan of guns, at all, so I have trouble bringing myself to hold even a lazer gun.  And I always feel guilty about shooting people.  Despite all of that, I love to play Lazer Tag.  I love being in a dark room lit only by a black light, ducking behind all the obstacles with spy music playing in the background.  It's so much fun.  But I was creamed.  I shot two people and was shot about eighty times, so I ended up getting zero points.  Oh well.  It was still fun.

I will write more tomorrow.

21. Do you want people to say, 'For ____ sake get off me, you're crushing me; I can't breathe!' or 'You are soo light.'? - I actually can't bring myself to say much about this, other than, "What on earth are you doing on top of someone in the first place?"

22. Underweight, a.k.a. perfect body. - According to who?  Barbie?  Being emaciated is not healthy, so it's not a perfect body. 

23. Ballerina? Or beanbag? - This made me laugh a little.  Your reasons not to eat are getting weaker, so I'm not having to actually provide much of an argument to make them look silly.  Let's see.  No matter what you look like, you aren't going to be a beanbag... because a beanbag is an inanimate, cloth object with little white beans inside.  No matter how much you eat, you can't be a beanbag.  You can only be a ballerina if you take years and years of classes and practice and teaching.  And being a ballerina takes strength and muscle.  If you are underweight or malnourished, you cannot be a ballerina.  You won't be strong enough. 

24. I want to be light enough so a helium balloon could lift me and carry me to the clouds...like in my reoccurring dream; I love that dream. - That is impossible.  You would have to be less than a pound for that to ever happen.  A seven pound newborn baby can't be carried by a helium balloon.  A little chihuahua dog can't be carried by a balloon.  A candy bar can't be carried by a balloon.  Once a teacher of mine gave everyone in my classroom a helium balloon.  They were each weighted down with a tiny DumDum sucker.

25. I want to walk in the snow and leave no footprints. - Again, even a tiny four ounce bird will walk through the snow and leave footprints.  This is impossible unless you are some sort of ghost.  So you will be dead.  Not good.

Check in on Sunday for the next installment of 40 Reasons to Eat.  

I went to work this morning for a few hours since we weren't going to leave for New Mexico until the early afternoon.  That's right: it's time for the annual family vacation. :)  I work at an inner city ministry called City Church.  It was fun like always, although a little sad since everyone knew that this was the last day of VBS for the summer.

The biggest incident of the day was when a little girl climbed halfway up the wall, realized that she was afraid of heights, and got stuck.  This is not too unusual; occasionally, a child will refuse to come down the wall and we will have to send someone up after them.  This little girl was an extreme case.  She began to wail and cry, and if that wasn't bad enough, she actually worked herself up so much that she vomited while hanging onto the wall.  Another little girl that was climbing on the other side of the wall wouldn't come down for a good five minutes either, so we couldn't send anyone up after them.  We were all relieved when we got both girls down to safety.

I led worship like I have been doing all week, but the stereo system wasn't set up today, so I had to think up some good acappella songs to which I knew the hand motions.  I attempted to lead Big House, Lord's Army, and Father Abraham.  The kids actually seemed to have a better time laughing at me trying to sing loud enough for all 150 of them to hear me than they did doing actual worship earlier this week.

After City Church, I went home.  My family piled into our mini-van and began the four and a half hour drive to New Mexico.  My brother, Luke, had to pee every hour, so we made a lot of stops, but we eventually arrived at our destination. 

Our resort is called Tamaya, pronounced Tah-meh-YAH.  It's located in a beautiful setting, amongst desert and red rock.  It's positioned right beside a tall, blue mountain.  The skies around us are filled with clouds, so it isn't too hot.  The temperature is perfect.

On the way down from our hotel room to dinner, we stopped at the spa so Mom could make some appointments for her and Amy and me.  I've never been to anything like a spa before, so I was a little excited.  We were going to spend all of tomorrow morning relaxing and having treatments.  We were trying to figure out which treatments we all wanted, but when I saw the prices for each activity, I couldn't help it.  My mind flashed to images of kids in Africa dressed in rags, wondering when they would get their next meal.  And here I was, ready to spend a couple hundred dollars on a massage.  I started to cry a little.  I was ashamed of my uncommon display of tears, but I was even more ashamed of what I was about to do.

I felt sweet Luke's hand creep around my shoulder, rubbing my back in a comforting way.  He eventually wrapped his arms around me in an embrace.  "It'll be okay, Emily," he whispered.  He is so sweet.  Whose nearly eleven-year-old brother will give them a big hug in public?

During dinner, I talked to my parents some more about the guilt that I felt, and they explained that even though we would be relaxing and having a good time, we were still helping to pay someone's salary during a difficult recession.  I thought about that for a while.  I think I'll probably go to the spa for a little while tomorrow.

The beds here are tiny.  I have to share one with Amy, my sister, and she kicks!  I'm kind of dreading going to sleep, but I've had a long day.  I'll write more tomorrow.

16. Only fat people are attracted to fat people. Do you want pigs to like you because you are one of them? - Wow, this writer is starting to become kind of rude.  Incredibly rude, actually.  Something this rude doesn't even deserve a clever retort.  I guess I'll just give you a picture instead. 

17. Anyone can have 'inner beauty,' but few can earn real beauty, inside as well as out. - This is warped.  This is the opposite of what little girls are taught.  Personally, I know very few girls who have achieved inner beauty.  Not just anyone can have it.  When you have true inner beauty, it literally shines through your smile and makes you beautiful, no matter how much you weigh.  On the other hand, can you think of that really pretty girl at your high school who has a gorgeous face and body... but is the biggest jerk in the world?  Now imagine a friend of yours or someone you admire who is sweet and kind and very pretty.  Which of those would you rather be compared to?

18. You'll be able to move as quietly and skillfully as a spider. - There's your inspiration, girls.  Lose weight and you'll look like a spider.  What a cute little guy. (I'm one of those people who fear spiders more than death.  And you want to be like this?!)

19. Only thin people are graceful. - I wish I could find this video, but I was watching the dance show, So You Think You Can Dance, one day during an episode of auditions.  A dancer who was overweight came and danced beautifully.  She made everyone cry.  She was very graceful. 

20. If you slap a fat person, you can see a shockwave ripple over their skin. That's disgusting. - You would have to be pretty fat for that to actually happen.  But honestly, are you planning to be slapped any time soon?  Is getting slapped something you look forward to?  Maybe if you had a little bit of fat, people would refrain from slapping you.  Yikes.

Stay tuned for Friday to read the next installment of 40 Reasons to Eat. 

11. Bones are clean and pure. Fat is dirty and hangs on your bones like a parasite. - Having a lot of fat is kind of gross, I'll admit.  But you are leaving out two key things in your body.  One, blood.  Two, muscle.  Right now, your bones are not "clean"- they are covered in blood.  I would show you a picture, but that would repulse you and me both.  But what about muscle?  If you're only showing "clean and pure" bones, that means you won't be fit.  That means you won't be strong.  That means you won't have muscle.  And a little fat is not bad at all.  According to the American Dietetic Association, women should actually have 20-25% body fat to be healthy.

12. If you eat, you'll look like those disgusting, fat, ghetto and trailer-trash hookers on Jerry Springer. - Yikes.  That's a bit extreme, isn't it?  I mean, I eat.  Three meals a day and plenty of snacks in between.  I'll show you a picture of me to your right.  Do I look like one of those disgusting, fat, ghetto and trailer-trash hookers on Jerry Springer?  I sure hope not.  Another thing... I don't see how eating could make you trailer-trash, because in order to even qualify for that cruel stereotype, wouldn't you have to live in a trailer-home?  That has nothing to do with eating.  And I don't think being a hooker has anything to do with food either.  Same with being ghetto.  What does any of that have to do with food?

13. The models that everyone claim are beautiful, the spitting image of perfection, are any of them fat? ...NO... - I've never really considered models to be very beautiful.  I don't think they're even really meant to look beautiful.  In order to become a runway model, you must have fairly plain features, be able to look severe and serious, pull your hair back tightly away from your face, and all because attention is not supposed to be on your gorgeous face and body, but on the clothes you're wearing... really, models are a bunch of walking coat racks.  The world does put a false sense of "beauty" on girls who have "model-thin" figures and that is wrong.  But also think about how much the media praises girls like Gabourey Sidibe and Jordin Sparks, girls who are comfortable with their own weight?

14. Too many people in America are obese. - That's very true.  But there's actually a good thick line between obese and malnourished.  You want to be on that line... right at a healthy weight.  Talk to your doctor to find out what your ideal weight is.  Don't think he's full of it... he's been to school for years and years to learn this stuff.  He knows what he's talking about.

15. People who eat are selfish and unrealistic. - Harsh!  This hurts my feelings.  I guess that means I'm selfish and unrealistic.  First of all, how am I selfish?  I'm eating and not wasting food that I've been blessed with.  Secondly, I wish I could talk to this writer in person.  I don't understand how I'm the one being unrealistic.  Not eating is unrealistic.  Thinking you can survive without food is unrealistic.

Check in on Wednesday to read my next installment of 40 Reasons to Eat. 

To read the reasons behind why I'm writing this, please refer to my article called Thinspiration.

6. People will remember you as the 'beautiful thin one.' - I know some people who are naturally very thin and they constantly struggle to gain weight because they don't want to be remembered as the 'thin one.'  When you look like a stick, people do notice you... but it's often not with attraction.  Do you really want people to speak of you as, "Oh my gosh, do you see that girl?  She's like a bony twig.  Ew."  People think curves are attractive.  Hour glass figures.  Boobs and behinds (pardon my bluntness) are what guys like.  Not just bones and skin. 

7. If someone has to describe you, they'll say, 'oh, she weighs like 100, 110 lbs.' - I don't think I've ever described someone by trying to guess their weight.  I don't know any normal person who is like, "You don't know Jane?  I think she weighs 100, 110 pounds..."  "Ohhh, I remember her now!"  No, are you kidding?  People describe people like this: "You don't know Jane?  She has light brown hair, glasses, and she's kind of short.  She has a lot of freckles."  The only time someone would even mention your weight while describing you would be if you were noticeably scrawny or obese... but I still doubt they would say you were "like 100, 110 pounds."  They would say, "You don't know Jane?  She has light brown hair, glasses, and she's really, really, really skinny.  Like a stick."

8. Guys will want to get to know you, not laugh at you and walk away. - Answer this: do you really want to date a guy who would laugh at you if he considered you "fat" or "ugly"?  Is that really your dream guy?  Personally, my dream guy is someone who will look at me when my hair is a mess, I've gained a few pounds, I'm wearing sweats and no makeup, and still say with complete honesty, "Wow, you're beautiful today," because he loves me for me.  That's the guy I want.  But if you want that jerk who only cares about you if you look stick-thin, you can have him.  Nobody else will. 

9. Starving is an example of excellent will power. - No it isn't.  Starving yourself is an example of reaching desperately for power over something because you can't find it anywhere else.  In other words, oftentimes because of a difficult situation beyond her control, a girl struggling with an eating disorder feels the need to control something, so she controls the weight of her own body.  Excellent will power would be abstaining from a 2,000 calorie chocolate cake and eating a healthy sandwich instead.  Excellent will power would be getting up every morning to go on an hour-long jog.  Excellent will power would be overcoming an eating disorder and living to tell the story.

10. You will be able to see your beautiful, beautiful bones. - I won't even bother to write a paragraph about this.  Just tell me one thing.  Which body type does most people consider beautiful?  The fit and healthy woman who is slender and fit, but has a few curves... or the woman who is obviously struggling with an eating disorder?  Which attracts you the most?
 

To read the reasons behind why I'm writing this, please read my article called Thinspiration.

1. You will be FAT if you eat today. Just put it off one more day. - (The following response is written assuming that you will eat tomorrow... since you are only putting off eating "one more day.") Why will you be fat if you eat TODAY rather than tomorrow?  Let's take a look at science.  If you postpone eating for a day, your body will actually go into survival mode... and the next time you eat, your metabolism will be much lower and your body will hold onto the fat and the calories that it would normally burn.  So technically, if you don't eat today, you're going to get fatter when you eat tomorrow.  If you eat around six small meals throughout the day each day, you will actually be causing your metabolism to speed up and you will burn more that way.  Don't believe me?  Here's an article for you to read. 

2. You don't NEED food. - This actually made me laugh out loud, even though this isn't funny.  You don't need food?  Seriously?  Wow, in that case, those 35,000+ people who die every day from malnutrition need someone to tell them this.  Don't believe me?  Here's another article.

3. Fat people can't fit everywhere. - This is very true.  But the only "fat" people who can't fit somewhere are those who are morbidly obese... as in hundreds and hundreds of pounds.  If you go to the doctor and he/she tells you that you are morbidly obese, then yes, I would recommend that you lose some weight.  In a healthy manner.  With a nice diet (not an eating disorder) and exercise, all monitored by a health expert. 

4. Guys will be able to pick you up without struggling. - Do you really want a guy to be able to pick you up without struggling?  Do you realize what this means?  You're walking down a dark, abandoned alley.  A man comes and picks you up and puts you into his car and rapes and kills you... without struggling.  Believe me, sister.  You want a guy to have to struggle a little.

5. You'll be able to run faster without all that extra weight holding you back. - In order to be able to run fast, you need to have muscle.  If you don't eat, you will lose that muscle.  That means that you will not be able to run fast.  Also, lack of nutrition will make you feel dizzy and weak, so you really won't be able to run fast.  And finally, muscle weighs more than fat... so there will be weight on you when you run. 

Okay, that's it for today!  Check back on Saturday for five more reasons why you should eat. 
 

The other day I came across a website that was supposed to be an encouragement for girls who are anorexic... but not an encouragement to help them turn their lives back towards normalcy.  No, this was a website that was pro-ana, or pro-anorexic... meaning that it offered support and encouragement for girls who wished to continue their anorexia.

This kind of thing honestly makes me a little angry.  I've seen kids both in my city and across the world who are malnourished and who do not have enough to eat.  They are starving and dying against their wills.  They want food.  And then I see girls who have food... and they refuse to eat it. 

If you have or have struggled with an eating disorder, please don't think I dislike you or misunderstand you or am angry at you.  I do realize that this is a disorder that stems from issues of emotional and mental health.  I empathize with girls who struggle with eating disorders.  I understand that this is something difficult to control and to overcome, and it is not something that many girls plan or want to have. 

It's not the struggling girl who makes me angry- it's websites like these that hurt girls that upsets me so much. 

I came across a list on this pro-ana website that literally made me feel sick.  It was called 40 Reasons Not to Eat and it gave forty "legitimate" reasons to help encourage anorexic girls to not eat when they're tempted. 

How can this help anything?  It makes me want to cry.  It makes me want to scream. 

It makes me want to write my own solution... called 40 Reasons to Eat.

So every other day for the next few days, I'll be posting five of the reasons not to eat listed in this article... and five reasons of my own to contradict this list. 

If you're anorexic, perhaps this can help to encourage you in the right way.  If you have a loved one who is struggling with an eating disorder, perhaps this can help you see their morphed perspective and be able to encourage them to stay strong and withstand temptations to not eat. 

So keep on the look out.  The first five reasons to eat should be posted on Thursday. :)

I just wanted to let all of you know that I got through my wisdom teeth operation without much trouble. 

My friends even took a video of me if you'd like to check that out on my YouTube vlog channel....here.

Check in tomorrow because I will have a short article. :)

Tomorrow morning at 8:45, I will be getting my wisdom teeth out.  I am nervous... actually, nervous doesn't even describe the level of worry and panic I feel right now.  In my life, I've only had two baby teeth pulled, I've never had surgery, I've never broken a bone, I've never gotten stitches... honestly, this is going to be the biggest 'operation' done on my body so far. 

Have you gotten your wisdom teeth out?

Do you have any suggestions?  Advice?  Encouragements?  Horror stories? (let's hope not!)

Overall, I'd definitely appreciate your prayers.