I'm having one of those months. I'd like to say one of those days, but it seems more accurate to say months. You know those times in your life where the sadness just seems pervasive? When nothing in particular is wrong, but the blues just won't lift. I don't know why it has come or when it will go, but I am tired indeed of the sighing I hear coming from my own two lips. Feeling the need to get out from under this cloud, I have spent much time trying to get to the root of it.
When I get down to it I feel like I have that deep down feeling of just not feeling good enough. In everything. It is one of those times where I feel like I have not been a good enough mom. I feel like I spend so much time on the big kids and school, that my near three year old is deprived. The next moment I feel like I spend so much time attending to my little one that I couldn't possibly be doing justice to my older kids. Then I move on to beat myself up over the fact that I am no where near the wife and housekeeper I should be. When is the last time I did something great to show my husband how much I love him? And my house, where do I even start? I am behind on laundry, everything feels dusty and stuffy, I desperately need to go grocery shopping... Oh yeah, I haven't gone grocery shopping because I have been so bad a manager of my finances lately, that I was putting off the store as long as possible. I feel like a failure of a friend, sister, daughter. What have I had to offer to those I love lately? On that note, how about the community and the world at large? What have I done lately? Then for myself... I have eaten too much popcorn, drank too much diet soda, and not made enough time to get to the gym as often as I should. When I take all this to God in prayer, all my mind will do is chide me as to how I haven't prayed often enough, or read God's Word enough.
In my more sensible moments I know deep down that nothing is really wrong. I recognize the fact that the last month has been particularly stressful in my house. I know that we have all been stuck indoors due to the cold, snow, and blizzards. That's enough to drive a person in to darkness all on it's own. I think my soul is just crying out for renewal. I need warmth, and sun. I need to walk outdoors. I need to dig my hands into the dirt of my garden and see green sprout up. I need to leave the stress behind and find laughter. Most of all, I need to keep my eyes on God, knowing He loves me the same in my failures and my success.
I am going to grab on to the small successes right now. In the past these are the times I would have succumbed to these thoughts. I would have decided that what I did really did not matter, because I had already failed anyway. I'll not let my mood win this time. I would have comforted myself with eating and other self indulgences. Instead, I will hold on to the fact that I am a flawed, but loved child of God. If I have failed, He has forgiven, if not, He sees the truth in my heart. I will simply move forward, eat well, exercise, love others the best I have been enabled, and keep my eyes on God, all the while knowing that soon the sun and warmth will return. Outdoors and in me. It always does.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
The Good, The Bad... (and the Ugly)
Like everyone else this time of year, I am looking back at the year behind me and wanting to take stock a little bit. I figure the best way to know what you want to accomplish is to take a serious look at where you are. So here it is. (Warning...this may be TMI for some people. If this is you stop reading now!!)
The Good
The Good
- I have lost 96 lbs to date.
- I have removed a 2 from the front of my clothes size, have all new clothes, and shopping is fun!!
- I don't even know what my cholesterol was before I began but now my good is higher than my bad.
- My whole family is making healthier choices.
- I finally re-sized my rings (two whole sizes) and am so happy I did it!
- My BMI is healthy and my Body Fat Percentage is on the border of athletic.
- I can bench press nearly half my body weight (when my shoulder will let me).
- I bought my good running shoes, am properly stretching, and am up to running 6-8 minutes at a time with 2 minute recoveries. And no shin pain!
- I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to.
- Still struggling with shoulder pain and I'm limited in what I can do in weightlifting.
- In the beginning I probably lost weight too fast. I really struggled with significant low blood pressure issues. This has gotten better, but I still have some "grey days" and postural hypotension (plummeting blood pressure when you change position quickly). Doctors say it might be from the rapid weight loss, or maybe just the way I am at a lower weight. Also say it may get better, or may not. Helpful, huh?
- An all new wardrobe is really expensive. And I will probably have to do it again in the spring as I am a different size than I was last summer.
- I am still bordering on obsessive about what I eat. I am getting a little better. There have been several days where I have not logged anything I ate until after dinner, and I found that I can do pretty well eating by instinct at this point.
- I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to, even when I can't.
- Still hashing out what a conservative 37 year old should and shouldn't wear, even if she can.
- Even at a healthy weight there are things about my body I will have to accept as consequences of a life of being obese. (It requires an awful lot of skin to hold an excess of 96 lbs).
- I honestly always thought there was not really a big emotional aspect to my obesity. WRONG! Losing the weight has made me feel really vulnerable in a number of ways. I am still working through dealing with some of the things about myself I never wanted to face. Believe, me, some of it is really ugly.
- I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to, even when I shouldn't.
- Work toward running a 5K. People keep asking me if I have picked one yet. My answer is no. Why? Because if I pick an arbitrary date I will set wisdom aside and hurt myself trying to reach it. I know at this point I have the determination to stick to my goal. I would rather work toward it in a sensible way and pick one when I know my body is ready.
- I would like to lose 4 more pounds to reach a solid 100 lb weight loss. I want to have the self discipline to do this slowly and wisely.
- Next New Year, I want my blog to indicate that (with the exception of the 4 lb loss) I am pretty much the same weight I am now.
- Learn how to live in moderation, and not at extremes.
- Being completely "me" in my relationships is a priority. I want to get over my fear of vulnerability and failure and rejection.
- Meet God face to face daily, as I am, without excuses, to better be the person He is making me to be. (Wow, I've got such a long way to go)
- Develop the wisdom to know what I can, can't, should, and shouldn't do, and the maturity to follow through.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Feelin' The Joy
Usually I don't feel mega-stress during the Christmas season. I get the busy, running around, crazy feeling, but not stress. This year, honestly, I am fighting a little to feel the joy. I find myself with that overwhelmed feeling. My kids have been feeling it, too. I have talked to a few different people about it. I have come away with a nugget of wisdom that has really helped me a great deal.
Keep my priorities straight and everything else in perspective. I'll thank my wise husband for this one. The most important priority is keeping my walk with God strong. It is followed closely by my relationship with my husband and kids, and others that I love and treasure. After those, my new-found health is way up on the list right now. It's funny, but when we are stressed the things that keep us focus and grounded are the first to go. In the midst of parties, shopping, baking, and other festivities it is really tempting to set aside what seems commonplace and normal. We skip bible study, don't worry if we miss one more dinner at home with the kids, give a wave and a kiss to our spouse and hurry out of the house on to the next obligation. We don't have time to exercise, all while eating every feast and cookie presented to us because it is what people do at Christmas. This is what was causing my stress. My impulse is to fulfill the many expectations of this time of year and neglect those things most dear to me.
I will not skip bible study and fellowship because I am too busy or stressed out to make it. My relationship with God will sustain me though all other aspects of life. My biggest priority is to praise God for the birth of Jesus. Everything else pales in comparison.
In light of this thinking through of priorities, I have asked my kids for input. What is it they want? When it came down to it, they wanted to get rid of a lot of the outside stuff and just spend some time at home with the family. So often we assume they want and need these big, grand Christmas plans in order to make it feel special. Maybe they treasure more the peaceful time that could be spending with those they care about. Hmmm.
I don't even need to ask my husband. I know him well enough to know he needs some quiet in the midst of business. And he needs me as well. Not just a wife who takes care of things, but a wife who cares for him. I praise God that this is true. I pray he will always desire my time and attention.
I will certainly not jeopardize the work of the last year by eating to excess, or skipping the gym. And to be honest, it is not even tempting. I tried a bite of my husband's donut. It tasted bland and like not much more than fried sugar. Wasn't even good when compared to the rich, flavorful foods I have become accustomed to. When I skip the gym, I feel lethargic and tired. Good eating and exercise, along with my most important relationships, feed my soul.
Everything else, I will keep in perspective. My friends are also a priority in my life. I am so glad that I have the chance to see and celebrate with so many of you this year. If our paths haven't crossed lately, give me a call, I'd love to have lunch, as long as you don't mind meeting at Subway. My house is beyond messy and I've not made it to the store. I also hope you will forgive me if I don't get out Christmas cards this year. I still love you, and care about you, but my kids wanted to play a game with me. And please don't feel slighted that I had no cookies to share when I came to your party. I hope you love me and know me well enough to understand why I didn't bake any. Not this year. But I will bring something with beans or hummus in it! Finally, if I don't always answer the phone, I really want to talk to you and will call you back as soon as I can. I was talking to my husband and he needed me. Thanks for understanding. I promise to understand when you need to ask the same of me.
...Ahh, peace. And joy. Now I feel it.
Keep my priorities straight and everything else in perspective. I'll thank my wise husband for this one. The most important priority is keeping my walk with God strong. It is followed closely by my relationship with my husband and kids, and others that I love and treasure. After those, my new-found health is way up on the list right now. It's funny, but when we are stressed the things that keep us focus and grounded are the first to go. In the midst of parties, shopping, baking, and other festivities it is really tempting to set aside what seems commonplace and normal. We skip bible study, don't worry if we miss one more dinner at home with the kids, give a wave and a kiss to our spouse and hurry out of the house on to the next obligation. We don't have time to exercise, all while eating every feast and cookie presented to us because it is what people do at Christmas. This is what was causing my stress. My impulse is to fulfill the many expectations of this time of year and neglect those things most dear to me.
I will not skip bible study and fellowship because I am too busy or stressed out to make it. My relationship with God will sustain me though all other aspects of life. My biggest priority is to praise God for the birth of Jesus. Everything else pales in comparison.
In light of this thinking through of priorities, I have asked my kids for input. What is it they want? When it came down to it, they wanted to get rid of a lot of the outside stuff and just spend some time at home with the family. So often we assume they want and need these big, grand Christmas plans in order to make it feel special. Maybe they treasure more the peaceful time that could be spending with those they care about. Hmmm.
I don't even need to ask my husband. I know him well enough to know he needs some quiet in the midst of business. And he needs me as well. Not just a wife who takes care of things, but a wife who cares for him. I praise God that this is true. I pray he will always desire my time and attention.
I will certainly not jeopardize the work of the last year by eating to excess, or skipping the gym. And to be honest, it is not even tempting. I tried a bite of my husband's donut. It tasted bland and like not much more than fried sugar. Wasn't even good when compared to the rich, flavorful foods I have become accustomed to. When I skip the gym, I feel lethargic and tired. Good eating and exercise, along with my most important relationships, feed my soul.
Everything else, I will keep in perspective. My friends are also a priority in my life. I am so glad that I have the chance to see and celebrate with so many of you this year. If our paths haven't crossed lately, give me a call, I'd love to have lunch, as long as you don't mind meeting at Subway. My house is beyond messy and I've not made it to the store. I also hope you will forgive me if I don't get out Christmas cards this year. I still love you, and care about you, but my kids wanted to play a game with me. And please don't feel slighted that I had no cookies to share when I came to your party. I hope you love me and know me well enough to understand why I didn't bake any. Not this year. But I will bring something with beans or hummus in it! Finally, if I don't always answer the phone, I really want to talk to you and will call you back as soon as I can. I was talking to my husband and he needed me. Thanks for understanding. I promise to understand when you need to ask the same of me.
...Ahh, peace. And joy. Now I feel it.
Monday, November 22, 2010
The Plans I Have
I really should be drifting off to sleep right now, but there are thoughts in my head that will not rest and words that are demanding that I share them. It is a dangerous time to give in to such a temptation. Often in the morning we regret giving in to thoughts that may have been induced by a tired mind. But, I promised myself I would be true to my thoughts and honest beyond what I am comfortable with. Sometimes the late night thoughts are the rawest, most honest ones we have, so here it goes.
This post is really more of a personal train of thought that I need to share with a woman that I love very much. (I hope you don't mind that I have made it public.) The rest of you are welcome to listen in.
I have had a frustrating few weeks. It started with the shin pain I wrote about last time. Shortly after that I began to have pain in my left shoulder. This is terrifying to me. Why? Well, those who have know me in recent years remember that I had shoulder surgery a few years ago. It was right at the tail end of having lost a good amount of weight. The shoulder had troubled me for years, but had really become quite painful and was not responding to any physical therapies that were prescribed. The doctor finally sent me for an MRI, and they discovered a deformation in my shoulder bones. In layman's terms they over curve in to the ligaments and muscle underneath. At some point I had done something to cause an inflammation in my right shoulder, making it so that the over curved bone further dug in to the tissue underneath causing more inflammation, etc. The only way to alleviate the issue was to go in and repair the tissue damage and shave off the over curved bone.
Those of you who have had shoulder surgery know this is a painful operation with a long recovery. In the aftermath of this surgery I gained all of the weight back and then some. They told me at some point in the future I would probably have the same problem with the left shoulder and need surgery for it as well. I have always been very careful with my left shoulder, trying to avoid an initial injury that will cause the inflammation that will send me on that road again.
But then about 1 1/2 weeks ago the twinge of pain began. It is far from disastrous right now, but none the less, I am frightened. I have worked so hard to get to a healthy place in my life. But here I have sat unable to exercise the way I am used to for nearly two weeks now. Between resting my shin and doing everything in my power to reverse the inflammation in my shoulder, I am having a hard time knowing what to do. I have mostly been holding a kick board to my chest and doing laps in the pool until my calves are ready to revolt. There is little else I can do that won't further injure either problem. My weight has gone up 2 pounds, but is holding there. I am under doctor's orders not to restrict my calories right now due to low blood pressure issues. So I am biding my time and waiting out my injuries the best I know how.
I met with my personal trainer tonight (only one more free session left) and she was so helpful. She gave me a bit of a routine to do out of the water, and a few markers that will help me know when my shin and my shoulder are ready for more. But still, I am scared. I am afraid of what it would mean if my shoulder doesn't get better. I am afraid of losing my motivation while I am sidelined from the game.
This is where you come in, my friend. I know my problems are small. I know that while they loom big in my own life, they are minute in the scheme of things and may even appear silly to those outside my head. But God cares about even my small problems.
I laid down in bed tonight and began to pray for you and the greater struggle you are in right now. My heart is torn apart for the pain I know you are feeling. This is what God gave me.
Jer 29:10-14 This is what the Lord says: "When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my gracious promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
We often hear just the part of this verse that says, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. God did have plans to prosper His people, but this promise was going to come after seventy years of captivity. God had some things to teach His people before they were ready to receive what He had for them. I have told you this before, but it is time to say it again. God did not want you (or your family) to suffer. But this world being what it is, there will be suffering. He will use these circumstances to bring about a blessing. It may not be what you wanted, or look like anything you planned on. But He has plans. They are full of hope and a future. I know deep in my heart He has bigger plans than you can fathom. And know this as well. His plans are not just for you. He will bless many people you know while He brings redemption to your suffering.
As I prayed for you tonight God gave me those words for you. But He used them to give me hope as well. My God is good. He has plans for me They are for a hope and a future. I may travel through hardship to get there, but He will bring me there on a path He has laid for me to travel, what ever it may be. Because of you, dear friend, I sit here tonight giving Glory to the Lord we both love. I hope it brings you a measure of peace to know the work God is doing in me, because of you. For you, I pray He will bring healing, as well as glimpses of the future He has planned.
Everyone else, thank you for indulging me in this public, private message. Deep down I felt I needed to share it this way. Maybe it will mean something to you too.
This post is really more of a personal train of thought that I need to share with a woman that I love very much. (I hope you don't mind that I have made it public.) The rest of you are welcome to listen in.
I have had a frustrating few weeks. It started with the shin pain I wrote about last time. Shortly after that I began to have pain in my left shoulder. This is terrifying to me. Why? Well, those who have know me in recent years remember that I had shoulder surgery a few years ago. It was right at the tail end of having lost a good amount of weight. The shoulder had troubled me for years, but had really become quite painful and was not responding to any physical therapies that were prescribed. The doctor finally sent me for an MRI, and they discovered a deformation in my shoulder bones. In layman's terms they over curve in to the ligaments and muscle underneath. At some point I had done something to cause an inflammation in my right shoulder, making it so that the over curved bone further dug in to the tissue underneath causing more inflammation, etc. The only way to alleviate the issue was to go in and repair the tissue damage and shave off the over curved bone.
Those of you who have had shoulder surgery know this is a painful operation with a long recovery. In the aftermath of this surgery I gained all of the weight back and then some. They told me at some point in the future I would probably have the same problem with the left shoulder and need surgery for it as well. I have always been very careful with my left shoulder, trying to avoid an initial injury that will cause the inflammation that will send me on that road again.
But then about 1 1/2 weeks ago the twinge of pain began. It is far from disastrous right now, but none the less, I am frightened. I have worked so hard to get to a healthy place in my life. But here I have sat unable to exercise the way I am used to for nearly two weeks now. Between resting my shin and doing everything in my power to reverse the inflammation in my shoulder, I am having a hard time knowing what to do. I have mostly been holding a kick board to my chest and doing laps in the pool until my calves are ready to revolt. There is little else I can do that won't further injure either problem. My weight has gone up 2 pounds, but is holding there. I am under doctor's orders not to restrict my calories right now due to low blood pressure issues. So I am biding my time and waiting out my injuries the best I know how.
I met with my personal trainer tonight (only one more free session left) and she was so helpful. She gave me a bit of a routine to do out of the water, and a few markers that will help me know when my shin and my shoulder are ready for more. But still, I am scared. I am afraid of what it would mean if my shoulder doesn't get better. I am afraid of losing my motivation while I am sidelined from the game.
This is where you come in, my friend. I know my problems are small. I know that while they loom big in my own life, they are minute in the scheme of things and may even appear silly to those outside my head. But God cares about even my small problems.
I laid down in bed tonight and began to pray for you and the greater struggle you are in right now. My heart is torn apart for the pain I know you are feeling. This is what God gave me.
Jer 29:10-14 This is what the Lord says: "When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my gracious promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
We often hear just the part of this verse that says, "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. God did have plans to prosper His people, but this promise was going to come after seventy years of captivity. God had some things to teach His people before they were ready to receive what He had for them. I have told you this before, but it is time to say it again. God did not want you (or your family) to suffer. But this world being what it is, there will be suffering. He will use these circumstances to bring about a blessing. It may not be what you wanted, or look like anything you planned on. But He has plans. They are full of hope and a future. I know deep in my heart He has bigger plans than you can fathom. And know this as well. His plans are not just for you. He will bless many people you know while He brings redemption to your suffering.
As I prayed for you tonight God gave me those words for you. But He used them to give me hope as well. My God is good. He has plans for me They are for a hope and a future. I may travel through hardship to get there, but He will bring me there on a path He has laid for me to travel, what ever it may be. Because of you, dear friend, I sit here tonight giving Glory to the Lord we both love. I hope it brings you a measure of peace to know the work God is doing in me, because of you. For you, I pray He will bring healing, as well as glimpses of the future He has planned.
Everyone else, thank you for indulging me in this public, private message. Deep down I felt I needed to share it this way. Maybe it will mean something to you too.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I will...
Last April I was about a month away from the finale of the biggest loser contest I was participating in. I was doing some serious cardio exercise, and had lost about 45 lbs at that point. I had already won a few personal training sessions at the gym. The trainer wanted me to refocus some of my efforts on weightlifting and other toning and strengthening exercises. Having learned that building muscle was essential to maintaining weight loss, I was all for that.
It was at one of these training sessions that she had me doing some leg lifts, the kind where you lay with your back flat on the floor and keeping your legs straight, lift them off the floor until they are pointing toward the ceiling. The muscles required for this activity were possibly my weakest muscles at this point. She wanted me to do five of these leg lifts. I tried and my legs collapsed at three. She said, "We will try again." We did, and again I could only do three. She says again, "We will do it again until you get five." So once more I tried, and once more I gave out at three.
This is were she said the words that have possibly changed the rest of my life. "Kim, you can do five. If you let yourself quit, you will know you can't do it. If you tell your body it can do five, and make it happen, you're body will know you are in control. Now lets do five." And you know what, I did five. Two sessions later I could do ten. Today, I could do them as long as I want to.
I learned a huge lesson through that experience. Having bad shoulders, I never thought I could do a dip, but now I can. Lunges and squats? Not with my knees. Now I do them while holding weights. I feel powerful, and have determined that I will never again be an "I can't." I have decided to be a "I will."
This leads me to my current struggle. Running is one of those things that was always an "I can't" for me. It hurt my knees and feet too much, and I couldn't breath if I ran even a minute. I had written it off as one of those things I'd never do. So, I have determined that I will. I won't let it beat me. My knees and feet don't hurt anymore, so it was time to begin tackling this. I started doing a few test jogs on the treadmill a few weeks ago and found it not to bad. My impatience got the best of me, and this past weekend I ran my first mile in 11 years. I was so pleased I could do it! I felt so good I ran a mile again on Monday. Later that night the shin pain set in. Tuesday I limped all day. After some input from friends I rotated ice and heat all day. Internet research has shown me what I should have known to begin with. I jumped in too fast. I know nothing about how to run properly, how to prevent injuries, and I didn't work up to that first mile.
A few people have told me that running is so hard on the body that it would be better to stick with other cardio activities. But my problem is, that I would feel as if let an "I can't" get the best of me and I am not that person anymore. The ridiculous part is that I don't even really want to be a runner. If I worked up to a 5K and completed it successfully, I would be happy to just go for a small jog now and then, or maybe even not run anymore. But right now, I need to know that I can. So the question is, is this unfailing dedication or stubborn stupidity? To be honest, I am not sure which it is.
But here is where I have ended up. In my bible study we have been studying the definition of gentleness. It means "power under control." Most off my adult life I have felt powerless. Now I feel empowered to do anything. What I lack is the control. Sure I can run a 5K, but I am going to need to exercise control in order to get there. It seems like I should know this. The same philosophy applies to weight loss and maintenance. Most anyone can lose weight. But many miss out on putting on the "control" in order to do it well, with patience and in a way that will last forever, not just give them the gratification of instant results. (Believe me, I understand. I lost weight out of control in the beginning and it felt so good, but I have lasting consequences as a result. But that's another blog...)
So now I back up. First, I will pray that God will take the reins out of my hands and give me patience. Next, I will let my shins heal. Then, I will start back at the beginning with running, learning how to do it well, finding the proper shoes, how to prevent injury, etc. Then I will work up to that mile slowly, then up to my 5K. But the point is, I will...under control.
It was at one of these training sessions that she had me doing some leg lifts, the kind where you lay with your back flat on the floor and keeping your legs straight, lift them off the floor until they are pointing toward the ceiling. The muscles required for this activity were possibly my weakest muscles at this point. She wanted me to do five of these leg lifts. I tried and my legs collapsed at three. She said, "We will try again." We did, and again I could only do three. She says again, "We will do it again until you get five." So once more I tried, and once more I gave out at three.
This is were she said the words that have possibly changed the rest of my life. "Kim, you can do five. If you let yourself quit, you will know you can't do it. If you tell your body it can do five, and make it happen, you're body will know you are in control. Now lets do five." And you know what, I did five. Two sessions later I could do ten. Today, I could do them as long as I want to.
I learned a huge lesson through that experience. Having bad shoulders, I never thought I could do a dip, but now I can. Lunges and squats? Not with my knees. Now I do them while holding weights. I feel powerful, and have determined that I will never again be an "I can't." I have decided to be a "I will."
This leads me to my current struggle. Running is one of those things that was always an "I can't" for me. It hurt my knees and feet too much, and I couldn't breath if I ran even a minute. I had written it off as one of those things I'd never do. So, I have determined that I will. I won't let it beat me. My knees and feet don't hurt anymore, so it was time to begin tackling this. I started doing a few test jogs on the treadmill a few weeks ago and found it not to bad. My impatience got the best of me, and this past weekend I ran my first mile in 11 years. I was so pleased I could do it! I felt so good I ran a mile again on Monday. Later that night the shin pain set in. Tuesday I limped all day. After some input from friends I rotated ice and heat all day. Internet research has shown me what I should have known to begin with. I jumped in too fast. I know nothing about how to run properly, how to prevent injuries, and I didn't work up to that first mile.
A few people have told me that running is so hard on the body that it would be better to stick with other cardio activities. But my problem is, that I would feel as if let an "I can't" get the best of me and I am not that person anymore. The ridiculous part is that I don't even really want to be a runner. If I worked up to a 5K and completed it successfully, I would be happy to just go for a small jog now and then, or maybe even not run anymore. But right now, I need to know that I can. So the question is, is this unfailing dedication or stubborn stupidity? To be honest, I am not sure which it is.
But here is where I have ended up. In my bible study we have been studying the definition of gentleness. It means "power under control." Most off my adult life I have felt powerless. Now I feel empowered to do anything. What I lack is the control. Sure I can run a 5K, but I am going to need to exercise control in order to get there. It seems like I should know this. The same philosophy applies to weight loss and maintenance. Most anyone can lose weight. But many miss out on putting on the "control" in order to do it well, with patience and in a way that will last forever, not just give them the gratification of instant results. (Believe me, I understand. I lost weight out of control in the beginning and it felt so good, but I have lasting consequences as a result. But that's another blog...)
So now I back up. First, I will pray that God will take the reins out of my hands and give me patience. Next, I will let my shins heal. Then, I will start back at the beginning with running, learning how to do it well, finding the proper shoes, how to prevent injury, etc. Then I will work up to that mile slowly, then up to my 5K. But the point is, I will...under control.
Monday, October 25, 2010
All Or Nothing
I am such an all or nothing kind of girl. It is not enough for me to read a book. I either need to not read anything at all, or I read a ten book series in two weeks, while my house falls apart around me. I have always been that way. When I find a new craft I am obsessed! I buy everything I can and go at it like crazy until I find the next thing to move on to.
I can't help but compare this tendency to my life right now. I decided to loose weight, so that is what my life became about for a while. I had friends concerned about the amount of time I was spending in the gym. I poured over all of the information I could find on how to eat right, exercise right, etc. So I am over the obsessive hump, but there are still a few aspects of it that stick with me. I still track every calorie that goes in to my mouth. Obsessive, or just wise? I don't eat a bite of ice cream or tortilla chips. I don't feel like it would be a good idea, moderation is not a practice I am good at. Is this a good standard for my life or am I setting myself up for one huge binge someday? I am at the gym 4-5 times a week. Can I do that forever? These are questions I don't know the answer to right now.
I am starting to experiment a little bit. I have eaten a whole days worth of food prior to entering it in my little calculator. My numbers came out perfectly, as if I had planned every bite. Maybe I can start to trust myself just a little there. I went to the gym three times one week. My world, and my return to my schedule, didn't fall apart. I do know that 5 workouts is exhausting, and 3 leaves me feeling blah. Think I'll stick to 4 for now. About taking a bite of ice cream? Hmmm...not quite yet. Still too scary. I know that one taste of Moose Tracks has never been enough. Aside from that, I don't miss it or want it, so why go there?
I will continue to pray that God will grow me to be a person who better embraces moderation. Until then I am sticking solidly to the straight and narrow. I am also sending up prayers for many women (and man) in my life who are walking the same road. Thanks for walking it with me. Stick with what you know is right, not just easy and fast. I love you all and am proud of you!!
(...I should find a little pounds lost calculator. I would love to know how much collective weight me and my friends have lost!)
I can't help but compare this tendency to my life right now. I decided to loose weight, so that is what my life became about for a while. I had friends concerned about the amount of time I was spending in the gym. I poured over all of the information I could find on how to eat right, exercise right, etc. So I am over the obsessive hump, but there are still a few aspects of it that stick with me. I still track every calorie that goes in to my mouth. Obsessive, or just wise? I don't eat a bite of ice cream or tortilla chips. I don't feel like it would be a good idea, moderation is not a practice I am good at. Is this a good standard for my life or am I setting myself up for one huge binge someday? I am at the gym 4-5 times a week. Can I do that forever? These are questions I don't know the answer to right now.
I am starting to experiment a little bit. I have eaten a whole days worth of food prior to entering it in my little calculator. My numbers came out perfectly, as if I had planned every bite. Maybe I can start to trust myself just a little there. I went to the gym three times one week. My world, and my return to my schedule, didn't fall apart. I do know that 5 workouts is exhausting, and 3 leaves me feeling blah. Think I'll stick to 4 for now. About taking a bite of ice cream? Hmmm...not quite yet. Still too scary. I know that one taste of Moose Tracks has never been enough. Aside from that, I don't miss it or want it, so why go there?
I will continue to pray that God will grow me to be a person who better embraces moderation. Until then I am sticking solidly to the straight and narrow. I am also sending up prayers for many women (and man) in my life who are walking the same road. Thanks for walking it with me. Stick with what you know is right, not just easy and fast. I love you all and am proud of you!!
(...I should find a little pounds lost calculator. I would love to know how much collective weight me and my friends have lost!)
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Till Death Do Us Part
Many things have changed for me since I have lost weight. I have changed sizes in about every way possible. I have needed new clothes. I have had to get a few transition pieces of clothing, and an entirely new wardrobe right down to, well, everything. This fall I realized I didn't even have a coat that didn't look ridiculous on me. I make it a point to regularly replace my gym shoes, so they were OK. However, rarely having the need to dress up, I went to put on my dress shoes and realized I literally couldn't keep them on my feet. They just kept flipping off! Needing them right away, I stuffed some knee high nylons (since they only kept falling down around my ankles anyway) into the toes and made do. But here's where I have run into a problem...
My wedding rings. Starting mid summer they were so loose I have had to really be aware of keeping them on my finger. When I swim or shower, I have to take them off completely, as they will fly right off. Finally, about two weeks ago I went to the grocery store and they slid right off my finger and into the bag I was carrying...twice. No longer wanting to take a chance at loosing them I decided it was time to take them off. These rings are really important to me. One is the diamond that Greg bought me upon our engagement, his promise to marry and spend his life with me. Then there is my wedding band. It is a solid gold band representing our union and commitment to one another that goes on with no end. The third ring is a band given to me by Greg a few Christmas's back. This ring represents to me the third cord of our marriage. It is the promise that God is in our marriage as well, that together we are wedded to Him...and not even in death do we part from Him. My attachment to these rings is emotional and very personal.
Since they became loose, I have flippantly commented many times that I need to get them re sized. It was more expensive that I originally thought so I had not gotten around to it yet. Just this week, shortly after needing to take the rings off, my husband earned a small bonus at work for going beyond the call of duty (excuse my taking the opportunity to brag on him, but he is an awesome employee, and frequently gives me cause to be proud). So we are discussing how this money should be used, and he decides of the opportunities available that it should be used to re size my rings. All of the sudden, I am very frightened of going through with it.
I love my rings and want to wear them again. I love what they symbolize and want the world to know I have a deep and unending commitment to my husband and my God. So, what in the world is my problem? I had no idea! All I know is I suddenly want to slow down and think about it first, or just do something else with the money. At any rate, I am left feeling very uncomfortable.
Deciding that this was just silly, I set out to think through what was really bothering me, and here is what I came up with. My rings have a deep personal meaning symbolizing some of the most important things in my life, God and Greg, (and of course as an extension of the marriage, my children). I think I am afraid of disappointing all the parties involved. From what I understand sizing a ring down is not a big deal, but if it had to be re sized up again it would begin to weaken the metal. Aside from that, Greg is choosing to spend "extra", that he earned through his own hard work, on me. What if I gain weight back. What if I have to re-size them up? In the end, I would know I had disappointed God by turning back to my laziness and gluttony (yes, I know that once again He would forgive me, but I don't want that to have to happen). I would disappoint my kids. They have changed their eating and exercise habits along with me. They deserve my commitment to the long haul. And I would disappoint my husband. He would have wasted his bonus on me. On top of that, he is proud of me. I really, really don't want to disappoint him. I treasure his opinion of me too much. I felt really weighted down by this, and at the same time foolish that I still didn't believe in myself for the long term.
With all this swimming in my head, I tell Greg that I am scared to re size my ring. I confide, "What if I gain the weight back? It just seems like so much more of a permanent commitment than changing my wardrobe." And this is why I love my husband...he replies, "don't make this more than it is, and aside from that, you're not gaining it back." Simple, straight, to the point, and full of quiet wisdom. First and foremost, my kids love me, my husband loves me, and my God loves me. Nothing will change that. Secondly, they are just rings. Nothing changes the commitments that they symbolize. Third, and something that my smaller rings can further symbolize to me...I won't gain it back. One more step on my journey, take a deep breath... I am committed to this... forever... no turning back.
My wedding rings. Starting mid summer they were so loose I have had to really be aware of keeping them on my finger. When I swim or shower, I have to take them off completely, as they will fly right off. Finally, about two weeks ago I went to the grocery store and they slid right off my finger and into the bag I was carrying...twice. No longer wanting to take a chance at loosing them I decided it was time to take them off. These rings are really important to me. One is the diamond that Greg bought me upon our engagement, his promise to marry and spend his life with me. Then there is my wedding band. It is a solid gold band representing our union and commitment to one another that goes on with no end. The third ring is a band given to me by Greg a few Christmas's back. This ring represents to me the third cord of our marriage. It is the promise that God is in our marriage as well, that together we are wedded to Him...and not even in death do we part from Him. My attachment to these rings is emotional and very personal.
Since they became loose, I have flippantly commented many times that I need to get them re sized. It was more expensive that I originally thought so I had not gotten around to it yet. Just this week, shortly after needing to take the rings off, my husband earned a small bonus at work for going beyond the call of duty (excuse my taking the opportunity to brag on him, but he is an awesome employee, and frequently gives me cause to be proud). So we are discussing how this money should be used, and he decides of the opportunities available that it should be used to re size my rings. All of the sudden, I am very frightened of going through with it.
I love my rings and want to wear them again. I love what they symbolize and want the world to know I have a deep and unending commitment to my husband and my God. So, what in the world is my problem? I had no idea! All I know is I suddenly want to slow down and think about it first, or just do something else with the money. At any rate, I am left feeling very uncomfortable.
Deciding that this was just silly, I set out to think through what was really bothering me, and here is what I came up with. My rings have a deep personal meaning symbolizing some of the most important things in my life, God and Greg, (and of course as an extension of the marriage, my children). I think I am afraid of disappointing all the parties involved. From what I understand sizing a ring down is not a big deal, but if it had to be re sized up again it would begin to weaken the metal. Aside from that, Greg is choosing to spend "extra", that he earned through his own hard work, on me. What if I gain weight back. What if I have to re-size them up? In the end, I would know I had disappointed God by turning back to my laziness and gluttony (yes, I know that once again He would forgive me, but I don't want that to have to happen). I would disappoint my kids. They have changed their eating and exercise habits along with me. They deserve my commitment to the long haul. And I would disappoint my husband. He would have wasted his bonus on me. On top of that, he is proud of me. I really, really don't want to disappoint him. I treasure his opinion of me too much. I felt really weighted down by this, and at the same time foolish that I still didn't believe in myself for the long term.
With all this swimming in my head, I tell Greg that I am scared to re size my ring. I confide, "What if I gain the weight back? It just seems like so much more of a permanent commitment than changing my wardrobe." And this is why I love my husband...he replies, "don't make this more than it is, and aside from that, you're not gaining it back." Simple, straight, to the point, and full of quiet wisdom. First and foremost, my kids love me, my husband loves me, and my God loves me. Nothing will change that. Secondly, they are just rings. Nothing changes the commitments that they symbolize. Third, and something that my smaller rings can further symbolize to me...I won't gain it back. One more step on my journey, take a deep breath... I am committed to this... forever... no turning back.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)