Saturday, June 11, 2011
An email I received, author unknown
I grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it... A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away..
I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, and dish in one hand and a towel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things.. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.. So... while we have it...... it's best we love it.... and care for it... and fix it when it's broken...... and heal it when it's sick.
This is true. for marriage....... and old cars..... and children with bad report cards..... and dogs with bad hips.... and aging parents..... and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special........ and so, we keep them close!
TEN THINGS GOD WON'T ASK ON THAT DAY.
1.... God won't ask what kind of car you drove. He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation..
2.... God won't ask the square footage of your house, He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
3.... God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.
4.... God won't ask what your highest salary was. He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.
5.... God won't ask what your job title was. He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.
6.... God won't ask how many friends you had. He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.
7.... God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.
8.... God won't ask about the color of your skin, He'll ask about the content of your character.
9.... God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation. He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.
Thursday, June 09, 2011
(warning: more of a journal than something cutesy)
Today's nutrition plan worked out perfectly. It took quite a bit of tweaking, but it worked. Tomorrow's is all set up, too. That one actually went together fairly quick.
Exercise seemed to sail by. I even added time to my usual. Good thing. There's an outside project that has to be done before the sun sets. No time for exercise in the evening.
Mentally I am feeling good. Tonight before bed I am going to have some more quiet time with God.
Today there is balance.
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
I knew I had a very sore throat from coughing but it wasn't til I tried to greet my kid goat that I realized I couldn't talk, either. Instead of greedily gulping down that first cup of cool water I was waiting for the teakettle to whistle so I could have a soothing cup of tea.
The good news is - I can still exercise. In fact, today is a great day to add something new. Challenge myself, but not too much. Yes, I have fibro. That is not an excuse, but a fact I have to work with and around. Even if I feel like I can run a marathon (ha ha) I will pay over the next several days. I'd be flat out in bed if I were to over-do in any way.
Pacing. I think God is teaching me to pace myself. Not just physically. I want to get everything done in the morning. Even here on SP. Read the articles, take the quiz and poll, etc. I don't take in all my nutrition in one setting, so why would I want to do that?
Pacing. Losing 1-2 pounds a week the sensible way.
Pacing. Learning balance. (There goes the "B" word again)
It's amazing what reflecting one can do relaxing over a cup of green tea with honey and lemon.
Sunday, June 05, 2011
I haven't had a sinus headache this bad in ages. Holding my head all the way up makes me want to run to the bathroom. I had planned a lazy day, but having to drink Pepsi to calm my stomach is throwing my nutrition program totally out of whack. I was just gaining momentum. That's the part that especially bothers me.
The ducklings were supposed to go outside today. I got them to the door (they are in a trough). They seem to be enjoying the sunshine. The chicklets haven't been fed or watered. That's horrible but I know I can't make it to their camper. Hubby can't be here today - change of command. So until he's released from duty I am on my own.
So much for my pity party. I have so many blessings. Time to count them .
Thursday, June 02, 2011
whew! Amazing! I made it through a whole month. It was a life-style thing, not a "diet". That is such a big factor.
Yesterday, Day 1, was a little whacky. After indulging in what I thought was diet pop, I had to change the rest of the day's plan around. I needed to get in the nutrition with less calories. It took some doing, but mission accomplished.
Today is going pretty good. I did give in to eating some chips. That's crazy because I normally might eat one or two. They made me feel sick afterwards. I'll remember that next time I give in to something so easily.
If I can just find the yams I bought yesterday it will be easy to stay on track for the rest of the day. I am finally getting used to the idea of having to eat breakfast within 30 mins of getting up. Especially when the goal is 30g of protein.
Today I am on month 2 of the Sensa. Because I am carefully measuring my portions I don't think it's that much help. I'm full and satisfied by eating healthy things. Still, it's like a rite-of-passage to the next stage. I'll use it for this month, and then I'll make the decision whether to use it on month 3.
This may be called a blog, but to me it's more of a journal. Boring, I know. It's being accountable.
oh and my scale decided I gained 3 more pounds. I need to remember to pick up a new battery.
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