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Thursday, July 28, 2016
This I Know
This summer has been [*insert Cousin Eddie voice*] real good to the Shorts.
[Well, until this week. My favorite coach had surgery to repair an abdominal hernia and he is currently down for the count. Every day is getting a little easier...just keep praying for his healing!]
Prior to the surgical takeover of my favorite coach, we managed to take 4 trips to Oak Island since May....not too shabby. [My parents have taken up residence there so we simply invade their space for spans of time. It works.] I spent a large part of many days this summer just watching the ocean waves.
We have asmall medium large collection of shells.
We have sunglasses tans.
We have luggage that has stayed permanently packed.
We still have sand in our car.
Just a side note....I have yet to meet an educator who doesn't love summer time. We are a lucky bunch. [Remind me of that come January, when I want to pull my hair out....strand by strand.]
These are a few lessons I've learned [or been reminded of] over this summer of fun in the sun.....
I should have majored in marine biology or scuba diving [is that a major?] or something that put me near the ocean.
It is not humanly possible for me to get a decent tan. On my second trip to the beach, I ended up with a handprint on my left leg. [How? Why? #idunno] It's still there.
Sometimes Many times it is not possible to go home [not your real home but metaphorically speaking]. You cannot return because that moment you are trying to return to is over.[John Bon Jovi and Jennifer Nettles have been playing in my head all summer.] Personally, I'm struggling with this one.
Peaches and homegrown heirloom tomatoes [just not at the same time] are quite possibly two of the world's most perfect foods.
Looking backward never helped anyone move forward. [#fact]
The times when all of my children are under the same roof are becoming less and less frequent so spend them wisely. [The dishes and laundry always wait.]
Catching sand crabs is the best way to spend a Tuesday night. [Watching Craig catch sand crabs on a Tuesday night is absolutely hilarious.]
Good friends make life easier.
Snapchat filters are the perfect busters of boredom. [I have not one bit of shame in saying that.]
I am not sure anyone will survive the 2016 election season. [318 million folks in the US and those twoidiots buffoons are the very best we can come up with to lead our country? Geez...]
Sometimes ALL THE TIME, when there is drama in a person's life, its ok [as in really OK] to NOT share it on Facebook.
Unfortunately [but often], people that you believed would never forget you fade into the past.
Getting older...I'll spare you the gory details....
I am not organized. I didn't get organized this summer. [#whocares #notme]
No matter how hard you try, you cannot make someone want to be in your life that truly does not want to be in your life.
Jesus loves me....this I know.
[Well, until this week. My favorite coach had surgery to repair an abdominal hernia and he is currently down for the count. Every day is getting a little easier...just keep praying for his healing!]
Prior to the surgical takeover of my favorite coach, we managed to take 4 trips to Oak Island since May....not too shabby. [My parents have taken up residence there so we simply invade their space for spans of time. It works.] I spent a large part of many days this summer just watching the ocean waves.
We have a
We have sunglasses tans.
We have luggage that has stayed permanently packed.
We still have sand in our car.
Just a side note....I have yet to meet an educator who doesn't love summer time. We are a lucky bunch. [Remind me of that come January, when I want to pull my hair out....strand by strand.]
These are a few lessons I've learned [or been reminded of] over this summer of fun in the sun.....
I should have majored in marine biology or scuba diving [is that a major?] or something that put me near the ocean.
It is not humanly possible for me to get a decent tan. On my second trip to the beach, I ended up with a handprint on my left leg. [How? Why? #idunno] It's still there.
Peaches and homegrown heirloom tomatoes [just not at the same time] are quite possibly two of the world's most perfect foods.
Looking backward never helped anyone move forward. [#fact]
The times when all of my children are under the same roof are becoming less and less frequent so spend them wisely. [The dishes and laundry always wait.]
Catching sand crabs is the best way to spend a Tuesday night. [Watching Craig catch sand crabs on a Tuesday night is absolutely hilarious.]
Good friends make life easier.
Snapchat filters are the perfect busters of boredom. [I have not one bit of shame in saying that.]
I am not sure anyone will survive the 2016 election season. [318 million folks in the US and those two
Unfortunately [but often], people that you believed would never forget you fade into the past.
Getting older...I'll spare you the gory details....
I am not organized. I didn't get organized this summer. [#whocares #notme]
No matter how hard you try, you cannot make someone want to be in your life that truly does not want to be in your life.
Jesus loves me....this I know.
Friday, July 8, 2016
Defined
I have never hidden my struggles with weight and self-image. In fact, I remember posting one time that I'd spent my thirties as the F-A-T 30s.
At 43 years old, I am still searching for a way to love that woman I see in the mirror. [I am in no way, shape, or form "fishing" for compliments from anyone. I am just trying to be transparent.]
The last 18+ months I have dropped almost 50 pounds and tried really hard to be more healthy. For 102 days in a row I have logged my daily food consumption into MyFitness Pal on my iphone. I used to drink 5- 6 20 oz diet Sundops a day. Since Easter Monday I traded in my diet Sundrop for water [and coffee and the occasional glass of tea].
My blood pressure has come down significantly. There have been no more issues with my blood sugar. My clothes are way too big and I no longer have to wear those horrid [as my children call them] "mom jeans".
So what's the issue?
My health is the issue. I may have dropped 50 pounds [and still need to lose 30 more] and that is a plus.
The minus is that I have deprived myself of nutrition in a desperate attempt to be this "skinny" the world says I should be as a woman.
Now don't get me wrong...your girl loves to eat. [As Craig would say, I've never met a cookie I didn't like...]
Any meal, lately, has become a battle.
Guilt against the food.
Guilt wins more times than food.
The last two months I have seen my primary care doctor, my gynecologist, a gastroenterologist, a hematologist, given numerous vials of blood, had an ultrasound and [be very jealous] a colonoscopy and endoscopy. Thankfully, the issues seem to all be pointing to a vitamin deficiency and not something more serious.
I can look back at my food diary for the last 102 days and see some glaring red flags:
1. I rarely consume more than 1600 calories a day and many days I don't consume enough for the app to count it when it is time to complete the diary entry for the day.
2. I haven't replaced all of that diet Sundrop with nearly enough water so I am severely dehydrated [thus all the digestive issues].
3. IF I ALLOW FOOD TO CONSUME ME [NO PUN INTENDED] AND MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY THEN WHAT GOOD CAN COME FROM THAT?
I've searched Pinterest, the world wide web, the pantry, read the books, and punched EVERY SINGLE MORSEL into MyFitness Pal. What I didn't do, until today, is realize that food is not my enemy.
I am my own worst enemy. Satan is smart and he knows exactly where to get me.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20 says, "Don't realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body."
Food does not define me. It is given to me to nourish my body and that is how I need to treat it.
The world does not define me [or anyone else]. With desperation in my voice, [as in, I could use your prayers] I have to learn to love who I am.
As always, with a new perspective, it's a great day to be a Shortie.
At 43 years old, I am still searching for a way to love that woman I see in the mirror. [I am in no way, shape, or form "fishing" for compliments from anyone. I am just trying to be transparent.]
The last 18+ months I have dropped almost 50 pounds and tried really hard to be more healthy. For 102 days in a row I have logged my daily food consumption into MyFitness Pal on my iphone. I used to drink 5- 6 20 oz diet Sundops a day. Since Easter Monday I traded in my diet Sundrop for water [and coffee and the occasional glass of tea].
My blood pressure has come down significantly. There have been no more issues with my blood sugar. My clothes are way too big and I no longer have to wear those horrid [as my children call them] "mom jeans".
So what's the issue?
My health is the issue. I may have dropped 50 pounds [and still need to lose 30 more] and that is a plus.
The minus is that I have deprived myself of nutrition in a desperate attempt to be this "skinny" the world says I should be as a woman.
Now don't get me wrong...your girl loves to eat. [As Craig would say, I've never met a cookie I didn't like...]
Any meal, lately, has become a battle.
Guilt against the food.
Guilt wins more times than food.
The last two months I have seen my primary care doctor, my gynecologist, a gastroenterologist, a hematologist, given numerous vials of blood, had an ultrasound and [be very jealous] a colonoscopy and endoscopy. Thankfully, the issues seem to all be pointing to a vitamin deficiency and not something more serious.
I can look back at my food diary for the last 102 days and see some glaring red flags:
1. I rarely consume more than 1600 calories a day and many days I don't consume enough for the app to count it when it is time to complete the diary entry for the day.
2. I haven't replaced all of that diet Sundrop with nearly enough water so I am severely dehydrated [thus all the digestive issues].
3. IF I ALLOW FOOD TO CONSUME ME [NO PUN INTENDED] AND MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY THEN WHAT GOOD CAN COME FROM THAT?
I've searched Pinterest, the world wide web, the pantry, read the books, and punched EVERY SINGLE MORSEL into MyFitness Pal. What I didn't do, until today, is realize that food is not my enemy.
I am my own worst enemy. Satan is smart and he knows exactly where to get me.
Matthew 6:25 says, "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?"
1 Corinthians 6:19-20 says, "Don't realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body."
Food does not define me. It is given to me to nourish my body and that is how I need to treat it.
The world does not define me [or anyone else]. With desperation in my voice, [as in, I could use your prayers] I have to learn to love who I am.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:13-14
As always, with a new perspective, it's a great day to be a Shortie.
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