Saturday, December 31, 2011

Word for word....


When I think about a blog , it really is just a bunch of words isn’t it?  Words are powerful.  They can build us up or tear us down.  I once heard (and I don’t know if it’s true but it’s a pretty good analogy so I’m gonna use it) that there are sounds in outer space that just keep going and going.  Those “sounds” just happen to be everything that has been said.  The words just keep going on forever and forever.  If that’s true, that’s pretty scary.  Oh how I have wanted to take back so many things I have said over the course of time.  Most regrettably though too, is the fact that there are things I wish I would have said that I didn’t (in a good way).  Anyone who said sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me was a BIG FAT LIAR!  So since I can’t get my space suit on and go and retrieve all of those stupid things I’ve said in the past, I hope that I can do a better job in the future. 
Words affect every area of our lives.  Even if you’re a monk living somewhere and have taken a vow of silence, you’re still affected by words.  You still think thoughts in your head.  Those thoughts also consist of words.  And those thoughts can even be more tormenting.  It’s funny how one person can say something very brief, maybe even in passing, but those words stay with us enough to make us meditate on them for a VERY long time…even long after that person has left.  Sometimes it’s a few hours.  Sometimes, it’s years. 
Well, there’s no more tormenting words that those spoken as a compliment only to be perceived as an insult.  Let me explain…..
So, those of you who know me observed that I was substantial in size during my last pregnancy.  Most women look like they have a basketball stuffed in their shirt….I had about three basketballs.  I was eating for two and I looked like I was about 2 or 3 people in size.  I couldn’t even walk to the back of Walmart for milk I was so big.  By the end of the pregnancy, most people were convinced I was going to have my own reality show since I couldn’t possibly be having 1 child..maybe about 5!  Well, there was only 1 kid in there and thankfully, after having Micah, I lost that extra weight pretty quickly through exercise, diet, and a very energetic  and cooperative thyroid. 
Feeling pretty good about fitting into my pre-pregnancy clothes and going out into public able to walk again, a lot of people recognized said achievement and congratulated me on such by saying “you look great…”  Well, if that were the end of the story, we wouldn’t have a blog here would we?
So, while I appreciated the kudos, it was those next 5 words that stung every time – “you look great….for just having a baby.”  What does that even mean?  Well, I’m sure that the giver of that statement meant it in the utmost positive way possible.  But, to me, the overthinker in everything, all I could think of was that if I hadn’t of just had a baby, I would look like crap.
The nice three words that preceded  those awful 5 words was like someone giving me a pat on the back while putting a sticky note there that says kick me.
Oh I’m sure it wasn’t that bad in comparison to all of the terrible things that have been spoken by mankind since the beginning of time that are floating in space for all of the aliens to hear, but to me at the time was hurtful.  And, not because it was meant to be, but because in my mind at the time, I could never measure up and even in doing something right, I still failed. 
Was that the true reality?  Did those who said those words mean to make me feel like that?  Certainly not ( or at least I hope not).  But, truth be told, words affect us but even worse yet is our perception of those words.  And that perception is clouded by our past experiences, other words that have been spoken about us, and how we have chosen to let those things shape what we believe about ourselves. Unfortunately, someone else who may have said something bad about us is the apple in the bunch that spoils it for every other apple that comes along in life.  We are so busy wanting to make up for that bad word by expecting all everyone else to make up for the one that caused so much damage in the first place.  And, all along that innocent apple had no idea what happened in the past – they just wanted to give you a pie!  Simply put, we can’t impose our past hurt onto unsuspecting others and expect them to make it all better in hopes that they say or do just the right thing. 
 But, there is hope in the despair.  The Bible tells me that I was created for a good purpose, destiny and future.  Can I get an amen?
 So, I needed to change my perception about myself and look hard into the fact that I had let some of my own shortcomings and hurtful words cloud my ability to see who I truly was – I was not someone who was a failure, I was just someone who was very, very big and then lost a lot of weight. 
Not all is lost in this story…..It’s been almost two years since I had my baby boy and I’ve still kept the weight off.  So, if you want, you can just say “you look great!”  Haha….actually, the point of this blog is two-fold:
1.  Do you have some misguided perceptions about yourself that you need to deal with (ie hurtful words in the past that have clouded how you think about yourself?)  
2.  Have you said a kind word to someone today?  If not, there’s still time….don’t live your life with regret.
Here’s my word for you today…. You are loved!  You really, truly are……

You are worth your weight in gold....


So my first blog has to do with every women’s favorite subject – WEIGHT!  My cousin actually published her weight – PUBLICALLY!!  Didn’t she realize that even if you hit the delete button, that information is still stored out in cyberspace in a virtual time capsule to be brought back to the present at some inopportune time??  Well, if she can do it, so can I. 
But, I didn’t say when……
Let me back up a bit.  I’ve never been what you would call “skinny” in all of my life.  Probably the only time I would have been considered small was when I was born!  Then, I was a little over 7 pounds and after having 8.5, 9, and 9.5 lb babies, I would say I was in the supermodel category!  But, then a little thing called sugar entered my life and although I’ve never been totally overweight, I tip the scale at “pleasantly plump” (or at least that’s what my thighs tell me.)   I was always bigger than my sister who was almost two years older than me, and when I was a kid I would sneak money out of my piggy bank to go to the only store in Crescent and buy a candy bar (or two) every day.  I ate Little Debbie Cakes by the box when I was pregnant with Brittany, and dessert is not only at the end of the meal, but it’s also before and in between.   It’s not that I am even an emotional eater – I really just LOVE the taste of something sweet.  I appreciate all of its fine attributes!   I have already acknowledged that I might be a candidate for an intervention.  But, since there’s no rehab for sugary snack addicts, I have to balance that obsession for desserts with exercise.   That was the main reason I started my new found love for fitness in the first place – Jim told me I could lose weight with running.  So, since I didn’t just hate running – it ranked right up there with LOATHE, I figured I could suck it up and give it a shot if it meant that I could lose some weight.  And, I had somehow rationalized that a high impact activity like running would still allow me to indulge in my favorite activity – eating!  And not just eating anything, but things like soft, half-baked chocolate chip cookies and decadent frosting with just a bit of cupcake.  So, I figured win/win, right?  WRONG!
There should be a disclaimer when you start to work out….you’re going to challenge yourself beyond your body.  Your mind somehow gets involved too!   There’s that old adage that you can’t do the same thing over and get different results.  Well, the same thing goes true for you can’t think the same thing and expect a different reality.
What initially started out as my lame attempt at some weight loss turned into a whole new way of thinking about who I am, what defines me, what I get my worth from, and how I think about myself.  In December of 2010, I started the C25K Program.  It’s a well known program to get you off the couch and running a distance of 5k in 9 weeks.  Our treadmill is in our basement so I wasn’t sure anyone would find me if I died so before I descended to the dungeon, I made sure someone knew where I was going and that they knew where my Last Will and Testament was.  But, it wasn’t long and it happened.  That runner’s high!  It’s not just a myth – it’s real!!!  I felt so good each time I accomplished the next phase.  Around March, Jim and I went for the first real run of my life OUTSIDE, IN PUBLIC, FOR ALMOST TWO MILES NON-STOP!  And, I’m still alive today to tell about it!
Then, I decided to start a spin class at the YMCA.  I made it through the initial butt pain (although I longed for a banana seat the first few days) and increased to about 3 times a week INCLUDING the running that Jim and I were doing.  Then, I added some strength training to that routine, scheduled myself for my first 5k, and was on my way to fit and fabulous!  This was a whole new me and it wasn’t about the weight loss anymore. 
Before I started running, I didn’t like it because I didn’t think I could do it.  So, it was just easier to hate it, bad mouth it, and shun it.  Granted, I’m still not wild about running, but  once I challenged myself and accomplished something I had never dreamt possible, I realized that I had run out of excuses for why I couldn’t do it.  This same mindset has spilled over into other areas of my life.  I needed to find that I loved myself enough to do better…to BE better.  I can’t expect anyone else to do that for me.  I can’t rely on others (or sugar for that matter) to make me a better person.  I can’t compare myself to others to see if I measure up - I will always find that I’ll never be good enough so why bother.  The Bible says that I need to love others as I love myself.  And, I can only do that if I let God love me first.  I have to avail myself to be loved and then to know I am worth love.  And, then, to really see myself as the valuable child that Jesus saw worth the price to die for.  So, I surrender and because of that, I now un-shun running or anything that challenges me to be better.  The biggest challenge by far is that of relationships.  Wouldn’t it be easier to just run all day long and not face that giant?  Oh that sounds like another good blog doesn’t it?
So, maybe this blog wasn’t about physical weight after all.  Sometimes the biggest weight loss that you can have is losing the emotional baggage that keeps you from loving and being loved.  Now go do something lovely for yourself – go love and be loved!

Happy New Year...Happy New Blog


So I’m joining the company of my friends who are bloggers.  I’m not sure how I’m going to fit blogging into my schedule in between Pinterest and Words with Friends, but I’ll give it a shot.  Actually my life is a bit more complicated than that.  Obviously, the initial readers of this blog will already know my life story – I’m pretty much an open book.  But for those stumbling on this blog in the unending universe of the world wide web, I’ll give you a brief overview of my life mixed with who I am and what I do.  Yes, I’m still trying to pass that age old test of not being defined by what I do and subsequently getting my value from that, but that’s a lesson for another day. 
Sooo…I just ended my thirties and moved right into the big Four O My (40!  ).  Everyone says that 40 is the new 30 but I’m not sure what that means exactly since when I was younger, 30 was old no matter how you looked at it.  So I guess 40 is the new old.  But, I dreaded turning 30 and those just happened to be some of the best years of my life.  And since my life isn’t over and statistically, I’m not even half way to death yet, I’m going to have a lot to blog about!  Anyways, now I’m rambling. 
I am married to my high school sweetheart, Jim.  We met when we were 16 at a church youth group event and we have been in love ever since.  We got married when we were 19.  We had our first child, Brittany, when we were 21 and then along came our son, Zach, when we were 23.  End of story?….not even close.  Fifteen years later and along came our latest blessing, Micah.  To summarize, I am a wife and best friend to Jim, mother of an adult entering the new world of college, mother of a 16 year old, and mother of a 21 month old!  Whew!  Add to that, we have a large extended family, I work as an administrator at our church, serve as the Finance Director and Board Member at my son’s school,  work out, and the best part….I get to spend time in prayer and worship with Jesus.  He’s the reason that I even have life so He’s a big part of my life.  And, he’s put me on a mission to LOVE and because of that, I am finding that I am tested to love and often fail miserably.  But, I’m learning every day because He first loved me!
This is the simpler version of my life.  Believe it or not, there was a time when I was busier!  But, when Micah came along the Lord asked me to simplify my life.  This was no easy task.  I did my best to obey (albeit kicking and screaming) but I did let some things go and I have no regrets. 

So, to get to the point of this whole “blog” thing…  I didn’t intent to blog.  But, about a year ago I started exercising and added running to the mix of things.  When I was running, I had an idea for a book that swirled in my head and I would write those ideas down as soon as I got home.  Well, I haven’t actually finished that book and then it dawned on me while I was working out this morning that I need to take baby steps.  Just like anything else that doesn’t happen overnight… having a baby, getting out of debt, establishing relationships, getting fit….it’s a process.  If I could start blogging, it would give me the inspiration (and practice) that I need to get the book in motion.  So, here it goes!  I’m definitely not short of material.  I have a lot to say about parenting, being a wife, working, fitness, and lots (I mean LOTS) of life lessons to pass along.  Not only that, but there’s always been something inside of me that has said I was destined for something great.  I was reading a book last night and I thought to myself, I should be writing a book!  I know there’s something in my life that is yet to be accomplished…not that I’m not thankful for all of the blessings in my life.  But, there’s something to be said about fulfilling ALL of God’s purpose for your life.  So, there’s a saying that “a year from now, you’d wish you would have started.”  I packed my bags and I’m on the road to fulfilling destiny.  I’m not exactly sure where I’m headed, but I’m gonna have a fun journey along the way.  And lucky you!!  You get to come along…..My favorite scripture is Psalms 139 especially verse 16” Your eyes saw my unformed substance, and in Your book all the days [of my life] were written before ever they took shape, when as yet there was none of them.”   God has a book written about your life.  Every day is another page of God’s love story written for each of us!
 Are you ready to get rid of your fear and live the dream God intended for you?  I am…..