For those of you who have followed my story know that I have struggled with an eating disorder. If you haven’t heard my story I wrote a blog about my journey which is titled Shattered, so you can go back and read it. Towards the end of summer I started to feel really convicted about me being obsessed with my body. I would sit in the mirror and critique myself on how all the ways I look disgusting and awful. I am too fat, I have too much cellulite, my mom pooch is sticking out, etc. I would see someone on Instagram or Facebook that would instantly make me degrade myself in a bikini. I would make myself get up go to the gym to workout at 5:30 so that I made sure and made time to get my workout in before anything else. I was going backwards and not forwards with how I chose to see myself and my body. You see there is one problem with this, what I was doing with my body wasn’t honoring God, it was dishonoring Him. Instead of me investing in my time with Him I was investing…