Sunday, August 14, 2011
It was perfect timing as I posted on my I WANNA BE A LOSER forum with the topic being DELETING CLUTTER & OTHER ACCOMPLISHMENTS ... and I want to share my comments with you:
I am currently reading a book by Peter Walsh ( Clean Sweep TV show), "Does Clutter Make My Butt look Fat?" in which he explains the correlation between the two.
Peter believes, "that the secret to successfully losing weight is to forget about calorie counting and weekly weigh-ins. Instead you need to focus on how, why, and where you eat. When it comes to clearing clutter (the fat in our homes) it isn't about the stuff itself, it's about the life you want to live. The same is true for losing weight: It's not about the pounds, it's about living the life you deserve in the body you want.
"Peter knows all the pitfalls and all the excuses" and in this book "he gives you the tools (and courage) you need to get over all your excuses, face the issues, and make the change to a better life."
I have noticed that as I am de-cluttering my house, not only is it taking my mind off food and "when do I get to eat next," I am beginning to feel the sense of accomplishment in "a job well done" that is giving me the shot in the arm I seek that same sensation in other areas of m life, such as in the area of weight loss.
With my husband's recent health problems (stroke), I've slacked off on taking care of myself and have gained some of my weight back. I am now working towards regaining the ground I loss, and it's through my SP friends, and reading of their struggles and their accomplishments, that I realize, we are all so much alike. I thank you for your support, and I thank my God for his unconditional love and strength in time of need.
... "I feel nthe love!"
Friday, August 12, 2011
I got all 8 glasses of water down. "Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks if the old dog wants to learn." Usually 3-4 glasses is all I can get down. I don't know if it's because I almost drowned a couple of times when I was younger, but I have trouble getting water down. Now, sweet ice tea ... that's a whole different story."
By the way, thank you so much for the prayers for my husband. They called me from the nursing home today and said they are going to have to place him in the "assisted dining room" because he seems to have forgotten how to feed himself. I know when I feed him, he eats heartily.
Again, thanks for your faithfulness in remembering him as you talk with your Father.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
This has been a rough week. Last Wednesday I received a call at work from my husband's nursing home that he was "unresponsive" and was being transported to the hospital. They admitted him where he stayed until his release Sunday evening and I was with him his entire stay. His tests revealed he had a urinary tract infection, as well as a minor stroke. His first was at the age of 34 when a lady pulled out in front of his motorcycle where he landed on his head, was in a coma six weeks, and had a stroke that left him leftside hemi-pelagic. His second was when he fell out the door four and a half years ago and could no longer walk, and now this one to the frontal lobe of his brain. Only time will tell what the result of this one, but the nursing home said he was "scooting around" in his wheel chair ... and for that I am grateful.
Prayers for his continued healing would be appreciated. Thanks.
... "go Bill go!"
Friday, April 01, 2011
I've stepped out of the box and committed myself to taking two of the 60+ teams goals for the month ... "drinking 8 glasses of water a day" and "cardio three times a week for 30 minutes."
I've been putting off making such commitments, but need to do something to re-motivate myself. Lately, I've found myself coming online and "exercising my brain" with all the quizzes and polls and blogging ... but nothing that burns calories. I haven't gained (thank goodness) but I haven't lost in a couple of weeks either. I'll weigh myself tomorrow so I have a starting point to monitor just how I'm doing for this month's team challenge and keep you posted.
..."look at you go girl!" .. "glug! glug!"
Sunday, March 27, 2011
This has been a bitter-sweet weekend for me—I lost one of my dearest friends unexpectedly. I’ve been crying ever since her husband called to tell me. I have also been replaying in my mind all of the things that we shared together that we'd never get to see or do again.
For the past 11+ years, and up until her retirement a little over a year ago, we sat next to each other at work—not to mention that we were the greatest of friends out of the office, as well. We attended women’s conferences and Bible Studies, lady’s teas, birthday and holiday parties—not to mention all the many meals I enjoyed with her and her husband on their back screen porch overlooking the pond.
Earlier this month a couple of us took her for a “birthday breakfast” at Cracker Barrel, which is the custom for our office to celebrate such occasions. She appeared to be so healthy and well rested as we enjoyed our meal laughing and catching each other up on what’s new in our lives.
One of my fondest memories was when, following a Christmas luncheon for our office assistants at Gaylord Palms, the two of us rode our scooters all over the hotel—maps in hand—“hunting statues of little gnomes” to try and win a prize. She had given me her extra scooter when I broke my toe and couldn’t seem to master my crutches. We also use to race around the office. Having the faster scooter, of course, she always won—but it was such fun!
As all of this was playing around in my mind and I was feeling quite sorry for myself, it felt as though God was speaking to my heart saying, “you are right, you will NEVER see those things again, but you also WON’T have to see her in pain anymore, or see her having to rely on her scooter to get around, or see her stooped body having to rely on a cane to give her the support she needed to stand— no you WON’T have to see these things either, so “rejoice and be exceeding glad” for this is your friend’s graduation day.
In my mind's eye, as I looked, I saw her standing upright, her face shining, her hands lifted high in praise and singing songs of worship to God (and “on key,” no less … although she always was known to make a “joyful noise”). It was in all that seriousness I felt her sense of humor kick in as she gave me a little wink, and with her arms still lifted, she pointed to her feet. And there she was, in all her glory, wearing “white satin slippers” and I was reminded in my heart that I would also NEVER have to see her in the size 12 men’s shoes she had to wear because of the malformation of her feet.
The tears were replaced with a smile as I came to the realization that “all is well in my Father’s house.” Hopefully, one day my friend and I will again race as we enjoy the wonders of heaven together—but this time, it will be a “foot race!”
... farewell, for now, little angel, and enjoy your new home!
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