Forty Years Fat Is Enough! part 4

My Journey Continues

Raw and Unedited–Kinda like my life…

Eating like you should IS NOT EASY!

No, it’s not easy. Not for me. I like convenience. I’m also not much of a planner. I’m out and about most days and would just grab whatever was easy when hungry. You know that means going thru the drive-thru…  Eating the way you should means you need to do some planning.  You need to make better choices. Good choices. You have the power! Will you use that power for good or for evil? I choose good!

About a month has passed since you last heard from me. What is going on you ask? Still following your plan you ask? The short answer:  I’m trying to!  I’ve said goodbye to 20 pounds and some 17+ inches from various places in two months. Have I been perfect following my plan? Moi? No. I think that is impossible. But I have no complaints and I’m not too hard on myself.  Nobody’s perfect after all.  Like I mentioned above:  eating like you should IS NOT EASY…but it does get easier!

This past month I went on vacation. I was gone for 10 days enjoying the beach and then a couple of days in New Orleans.  I strived to follow my plan for the most part while gone. Did I eat things I now try to avoid? Pizza? Well, perhaps a slice.  (have I mentioned I love pizza?) Key Lime pie? Come on, I was AT THE BEACH. Chips while hanging out on the beach reading? Surprisingly, not a lot (small pat on the back). Fruity rum deliciousness in tall iced glasses? Again, I was AT THE BEACH. Did I visit Café du Monde while in NOLA and eat some beignets?  No, I did not eat SOME, but I did eat ONE.  But, seriously, I made my choices and I’m okay with what I did. Did I overdo? No. Did I go crazy? No. Did I gain weight? NO! I learned I can treat myself OCCASIONALLY just a LITTLE and not gain weight. Of course, right now I don’t want to maintain I want to lose. Which means straying from my plan is not something I should be doing. And I won’t, I promise (please remember, though, I am not perfect.) It is comforting to know I can fall off a bit and not spiral down like I have in the past. This is not a diet, it is a lifestyle choice and one that must be practiced a lifetime!

Oh, by the way… that Chic-O-Stick is STILL sitting in my cabinet.  I am ignoring it LIKE A BOSS! chickostickNOPE

 

 

Meanest Mom in the World

To my darling daughter:

I am laughing as I re-read your text from this morning regarding your not quite 3-year-old daughter, my granddaughter. “She’s a crankypants this morning. Said she didn’t like me.” Makes me remember back to when I was the “meanest mother in the world” or sometimes the “worst mother in the world,” and you (or one of your brothers) didn’t like me. Yeah, I heard that often enough. I knew you (or your brothers) didn’t mean it. Well, maybe you DID mean it at the time, and for some time afterwards. But for whatever reason I was dubbed “meanest” or “worst” mother in the world you can bet it was because of something for your own good!

Now you are a mother yourself. And a damn fine one at that! I hope I had a little something to do with that. But know that anytime your children tell you they don’t like you or you are the worst mother ever, (and trust  me, they will) they don’t mean it (well, they won’t mean it for long). They love you, just as I have always known you love me. And now that you have a beautiful daughter yourself, one that you are filled with love and joy for, you perhaps have just a glimpse of how much I love you (and your brothers) and always will.  Enjoy every moment!

What is your heart wearing?

A recent conversation with a friend has me pondering how we dress for church. Apparently she was confronted with her clothing choice and made to feel bad about how she looked. Seriously? Is what we wear to church the focus of other peoples’ attention? Is that why you attend services? To see what others are wearing? Are you offended by those who aren’t “dressed to the nines” for worship on Sunday morning? Wow, I think you might be focused on the wrong thing. I am sure my clothing choices would offend you. My normal attire for Mass on Sunday is jeans. Nice jeans, but jeans nonetheless. I have to be honest here; I really don’t notice what others are wearing. I am looking around, mind you, but at the people around me, their cute little babies that are taking it all with wide-eyed innocence, the younger kids who are poking each other while their parents try and shush them. It all makes me smile. Beautiful people! What are they wearing? Damn if I know…

I am what I am, not what I wear. I don’t dress to impress (quite obvious to those who know me) and my style is quite casual. Others have great style and dress beautifully. Always, whether at church or at the grocery store. That is how they are and they are beautiful! Well, I am beautiful too, just casually so.

We’re certainly all different on the outside there is no denying, and how we dress and accessorize ourselves highlights this. But on the inside? We are all the same. So, what one wears in their heart is another matter. Far more important if you ask me. I try and keep my heart “dressed to the nines” and hope that that is what people see. I know that is what God sees.

What is your heart wearing?

The Walk of Life

No, I am not talking about the Dire Straits song Walk Of Life, although it’s probably humming through your mind right now, isn’t it?

I’m just talking about walking.  And life.  Elaina and I head out each morning for a walk before it gets too hot.  It gives us something to do and me an hour of walking.  Pushing a stroller. Up and down a few hills as we walk from the house to the nature center then back and through the neighborhood.

We are excited about our walk every day.  Beautiful blue skies. Sun shining.  Birds singing. We start out and head on down the road. It is relatively flat the first quarter mile.  There is a nice little breeze blowing and it feels pretty good.  We turn the corner, go downhill a bit, then, stretching out before us is quite an incline.  At least an eighth of a mile. But, the sky is still beautiful, the sun shining, the birds singing. Nothing has changed except it has gotten a wee bit harder to continue.  But continue we do because we can and we know we can and we love it!  By the time we get to the top it’s glad I am that the next half mile is a steady slight decline until we get to our turn around point.  We stop, look around and enjoy the beauty around us.  I have a drink of water.  Snap a few pictures then it’s time to go back the other way.  And as you might have surmised, the next half mile is a steady slight incline.  But, look around!  The skies are still blue, the sun shining beautifully, a breeze rustling the leaves of the trees that surround us.  All the time I am pushing a stroller. You might think that makes it harder. But you know what?  It makes it easier!  It’s not a burden but a joy to share this walk and see the delight in someone else’s eyes as they take in all that surrounds them!   The rest of the way is nothing short of amazing.  You don’t even notice the few hills here and there, you are in the zone.  Enjoying the beauty around you.  And when you get home, well don’t you just look forward to tomorrow???

And isn’t that just like life?  You wake up excited about it every day.  A little uphill; a little downhill.  Sometimes it is easy, sometimes it is a little harder.  But the beauty is always there if you look for it.  And you do.  You look for it and know it is there.  Even if it’s a bad day, it is there.  You don’t walk alone.  You share with those you love and you revel in their joy and their joy brings you joy.  Always look for the beauty and light and the rest will be just fine. . . Enjoy the beauty around you. . . Enjoy today and look forward to tomorrow.  To your walk of life.