Thankfulness and Appreciation

Thankfulness is knowing what you have and appreciating it. It is looking around with eyes wide open, seeing all the blessings in each day. Sometimes the blessings are disguised and difficult to see, and yet they are there. Waiting.

Summer is winding down, and school will start back in a few weeks. The bright greens of summer will begin to fade and the golds of Autumn will dot the hillsides.

Time moves on…sometimes slowly, sometimes with lightning speed.

Grab the moments. Each and every one.

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Today I am thankful for:

* quiet evenings on the deck

* the sound of geese as they fly over

* the slow glide of the red tailed hawk

* good conversation

* riding around listening to the radio

* church friends

* fuzzy kitten stampedes

* doggie nuzzles

* emails from family

* the health of family members

* new exercise equipment

* walks around the property

* the first taste from the garden

* blazing sunsets

* amazing clouds

* old barns

* smiles and inside jokes

* the smell of my husband’s coffee brewing

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Psalm 23:6 

 

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Getting Real With The Girl In The Mirror

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I’m getting real…and it’s scary. I’m not “frightened” scared, more of a “can I do this?” kind of scared.

Stress over eating weighs heavy. That would be funny, if it wasn’t so serious. It’s an issue. From what I read, and hear, and see, weight and eating issues are killing many of us. Sure, there are health issues that accompany weight loss or gain (depending on what you are dealing with and both can be dangerous) but, I’m talking about these issues killing us–on the inside.

When I was in high school and college, I was slender. I look back at pictures from my past and see how skinny my arms were. Seriously. I didn’t struggle to zip my jeans, and everything was in it’s natural place (unlike now….did I mention I hate gravity more and more?).

But, even then, I would look at others that I went to school with, and I’d feel fat.

When I was in high school I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. Now, that particular diagnosis won’t make one GAIN weight, but it sure does make it VERY DIFFICULT to lose once it’s there. Anyone who has this disease knows that her metabolism is slow. It has betrayed her. I know from personal experience that I’ve always had to do two to three times as much exercise as the average gal, to see the same results. In college I danced for hours on end, took an aerobics class, and did weight training.

As an adult I did circuit training five to six days a week and power walked 16-20 miles a week. I felt like I couldn’t quit. If I did, I’d gain the weight. Who can keep up with that kind of schedule for forever? Life happens. Babies are birthed. How does one fit in the needed exercise when everyone else NEEDS you and your time?

The weight came…and the older I get, the more difficult it is to lose. I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what happened?

Weight watchers and Nutri System, T-Tapp, and weighted hoola hoops, and walking with a friend in the early morning hours. And yet still, the image in the mirror is not what I long to see.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.

And just so you know….for the most part, I have a healthy self-esteem. I know I am much more than the girl in the mirror. I get that. I really do. But, still……

As, I have been considering all this, something happened. I know it is a “God thing”. I was reading my Bloom book club site, and there was Lysa TerKeurst talking about her new book, Made to Crave. I read the excerpt. I listened to her video clip. It was if this woman was talking directly to me, and my ponderings about what I was going to do about my struggles with exercise and eating.

I ordered the book. I should get it by early next week. I am ready to begin looking at things differently…not my perspective, but God’s. Now, some of you might be thinking, “God, is too big to care about my weight issues.” That is not true. If it bothers you, than it concerns Him. I believe He wants me healthy. Am I willing to lay my burden of this roller coaster ride of health and weight at His feet.? Can I admit, that I cannot do this in my own power? I need Him? I cannot do it alone–I’ve tried, but it doesn’t last.

Listen to Lysa as she talks about her book. I’m sure she will inspire you, as she did, me.

Has anyone else read her book? What are some things you are doing to lose weight? Move more? Grow closer in your walk with the Lord?

Will you share?

Boot Camp

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A couple of years ago my sister in law told me about a workout called T-Tapp. I tried to stay focused on the exercises but, at the time we were beginning to build a new house out of state, pack boxes, and things were just crazy. To say the least.  This is not to mention I didn’t have a square foot of space to exercise in. That is not an exaggeration.

I am now ready. I was going to start boot camp last week, but could not find my DVD. I’m happy to say that my daughter located it and we had our first session last evening. This is how it went…

1. Teresa Tapp is older than I am, but the woman is perky.

2. I would like to be perky.

3. When I am bending my knees, tucking my butt, and pushing my shoulders back…

4. Not so much.

5. Perky is not the word that comes to mind.

6. I won’t say what comes to mind.

7. I’m doing the 14 day boot camp.

8. This is not like summer camp.

9. More like a concentration camp.

10. That’s okay, though.

11. I am focused this time.

12. When I’m truly focused, I am like a dog with a bone.

13. I won’t give up.

14. Even if it kills me.

15. And it might.

16. Honestly, Teresa Tapp is spot on when it comes to working muscles layer by layer.

17. She comes from a physical therapy/exercise physiology background.

18. She gets it.

19. And I appreciate that.

20. She also promises loss of inches.

21. I’m all about fitting into my skinny jeans, again.

22. Don’t laugh.

23. I have a goal.

24. My new motto is, “Best I Can Be By 43 or Die Trying”

25. That’s snappy, huh?

26. In the meantime my 15 year old daughter and I are going to be the workout queens.

27. Or maybe I should say, “Queen and princess.”

28. Last night we thought we were dying…I, for one, was in need of resuscitation.

29. The men in the family might have found us curled up in a fetal position.

30. Twitching.

31. Mumbling about tucking out butt…..

32. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.

33. Because we are women.

34. And we are tough.

35. And we will be fit and fabulous in no time.

36. If we aren’t dead first, that is.

Hula Hooping

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I am about to confess something. Something very profound. I cannot believe I’m actually letting you in on this. I’m determined to “hoop” even though I really stink at it. Maybe I should say that I stink at it right now. My plan is to become a hula hoop aficionado. Don’t laugh. I said it was the plan people. This might take some serious practice…and dare I say work….but, I’m not one to turn down a challenge. Okay. So, maybe I am, but that is totally beside the point.

Several years ago I was a gym rat. I did circuit training at a women’s gym and then power-walked 4 miles a day on most days. Yes. I did. I was in shape. Well, at least the shape that I happen to have, was fit. Since getting remarried and thus having a rather hectic and busy life, my gym routine…..how should I say this?……has seen it’s better days.  Okay, so its pretty much become null and void. There. Now are you happy? Today obviously is confession day.

So anyway, I read this article recently in one of my myriad number of magazines. It was about how hula hooping has become so popular. It works one’s core..yada…yada…yada. I decided to pull out my hula hoop that I bought several years ago, from the gym I previously was a devout member of. This is a hard core hula hoop. None of that mamby pamby toy store stuff for me. This torture device weighs in at 5 lbs. and is sturdy to say the least. This hoop causes some serious bruising when it is first used. And that is when one uses it correctly. I hate to think about the damage that would be done if used improperly. I know all this because the gym owner (from aforementioned gym) had to mention this to people who dared to hoop. Probably some sort of liability thing. Go figure. I guess if you constantly slam a 5 lb. weight into your waist/hips it could possibly leave some bruising. Hey, no pain. No gain. Don’t feel badly about it. The body gets used to it and you eventually don’t look like your hips went a round in the ring.

I’m actually in a house now, that has space so I can fling the hoop around my middle without knocking down everything in the near vicinity. Just sayin’. My goal is to, “Wittle down the middle”. Sort of catchy, isn’t it?  So, if you happen to hear my family saying anything about my latest endeavor, ignore them. They are just jealous. After all if I want to hula hoop in the kitchen while fixing dinner…that is my business.