These past six weeks have flown by in a blur. I had applied for a job that I have wanted for more than a decade. Now don't get me wrong, I would not trade these past twelve years I have had home with the kids for anything, but I haven't been home exclusively. I have run my own business for more than a decade. There have been some definite pluses, autonomy, flexibility, and pride. But there are also drawbacks, financial uncertainty and no benefits are two. So, when this opportunity popped up, I jumped at it. To my surprise I was offered the job, with less than 10 days to close down my practice. Many late nights and early mornings later, my last project was done, and I began a new professional chapter.
Unfortunately, my training plan went out the window. And as a result, I had a really crappy half marathon in Vegas. Suffice it to say, the full marathon seems impossible. So when the opportunity came up to run the half, I took it. Part of me is sad that I will forfeit the Mickey medal, but my health and safety come first. It will be great to concentrate on losing weight and reading the word without the pressure of the race. So stay tuned.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Filling in the Blanks
A week ago I finished up a large work project just in time for Hurricane Sandy to hit. I was concerned that I would have to drive it up to the courthouse, which was located ninety minutes away. Before getting in the car, however, I placed a call to the clerk of the court. He allowed me to e-mail it up and overnight the package by mail. What a welcome relief.
I also had a small project to complete that morning - in addition to finishing the laundry and putting dinner in the crock pot. By 4:00 p.m., we were ready for the power outage that never came. I am not complaining. Because our neighborhood gets very dark, all of the wind and nearby trees, it was a frightening night. I was glad I had Michael Westen to keep me company. I had recorded a full season of Burn Notice - my new guilty pleasure. With school cancelled the next morning, I didn't matter that I was awake most of the night.
This past week, I also wrote and submitted my chapter for a book contest. It is a serial book that will be posted on a blog starting in early December. There are seven authors, and one open guest author spot that will contribute to the Christmas story. I hope to be that eighth author.
After the high of completing the large work project, and high of a new fun writing project, my eating and exercise grew old and boring. I managed to keep up with the bare minimum, and even indulged in some candy and vino.
For Halloween, we went to a large neighborhood in town. Our own neighborhood hayride did not occur and most of the kids all trucked across town to see what the deal was with mass trick-or-treating. For the first time, I allowed Kat to go off on her own with some friends, who lived in that neighborhood. She had her phone and they had to text every fifteen houses. She proved herself to be very responsible and had fun being grown up.
Ry, on the other hand, was not comfortable in a new neighborhood. Whether it was because he was not invited to trick-or-treat with friends, or just was not into something different, he sat on the steps of our friend's house with us ladies and watched the trick-or-treaters. We encouraged him to go, but he was having none of it. In the end, we bought him his own 10 pack of kit kat bars, and called it even. We did not force K to share her candy - she earned it and should keep it. But, as a kind sister, she did toss him a few treats. I was proud of her.
This past weekend was Kat's soccer tournament. They placed second in their division and had to face the third place team.
Kat plays fullback - and is a solid defender. I can count on one hand the number of times she has played offense, and has never scored a goal. While she is a silent and dependable player, the spotlight is rarely on her. She is also the kind of kid that does not show fear or nerves. She watches horror movies, reads scary books and rarely jumps. She is at all times on and off the soccer field cool as a cucumber.
After a full game and two overtime periods, the score was still 0-0. So we all headed down the hill for penalty kicks. My folks drove out to watch her, and Kat shouted out "I'm taking one."
I must confess, that I have played the scenario of Kat kicking a penalty kick (PK) in my head dozens of times. Each time imagining that she is the fifth person to take the shot. Each team shoots five shots. Since she is usually so calm, I could picture the coach making her the anchor. So, when I heard she was taking a PK, I knew they would make her shot five. And she was.
I prayed for her to be calm, have peace regardless of the outcome but, I also prayed that she make her shot. Our first player missed, the other team made their shot. The next three girls for each side scored. Kat stepped up to take her shot. We were behind 3 goals to 4. The pressure was all on her. Hit it, each team picks another player in sudden death. Miss it and we go home. As team photographer, I focused the camera on her, and never moved. She watched the ref waiting for her to blow the whistle giving her the green light to shoot. She ran up to the ball and kicked. Through the camera I saw her hands shoot up and in the background saw her team jumping in the air. YES!! She made it.
The other team missed their shot, and we went into sudden death. I'll spare the drama and say we won the shootout and advanced to the finals today. Unfortunatley, we lost 2-1. I was not bothered by the loss, it was a close game and the girls played well. I'll always be happy that she had that opportunity and that she succeeded. I'm super proud of her!!
I also had a small project to complete that morning - in addition to finishing the laundry and putting dinner in the crock pot. By 4:00 p.m., we were ready for the power outage that never came. I am not complaining. Because our neighborhood gets very dark, all of the wind and nearby trees, it was a frightening night. I was glad I had Michael Westen to keep me company. I had recorded a full season of Burn Notice - my new guilty pleasure. With school cancelled the next morning, I didn't matter that I was awake most of the night.
This past week, I also wrote and submitted my chapter for a book contest. It is a serial book that will be posted on a blog starting in early December. There are seven authors, and one open guest author spot that will contribute to the Christmas story. I hope to be that eighth author.
After the high of completing the large work project, and high of a new fun writing project, my eating and exercise grew old and boring. I managed to keep up with the bare minimum, and even indulged in some candy and vino.
For Halloween, we went to a large neighborhood in town. Our own neighborhood hayride did not occur and most of the kids all trucked across town to see what the deal was with mass trick-or-treating. For the first time, I allowed Kat to go off on her own with some friends, who lived in that neighborhood. She had her phone and they had to text every fifteen houses. She proved herself to be very responsible and had fun being grown up.
Ry, on the other hand, was not comfortable in a new neighborhood. Whether it was because he was not invited to trick-or-treat with friends, or just was not into something different, he sat on the steps of our friend's house with us ladies and watched the trick-or-treaters. We encouraged him to go, but he was having none of it. In the end, we bought him his own 10 pack of kit kat bars, and called it even. We did not force K to share her candy - she earned it and should keep it. But, as a kind sister, she did toss him a few treats. I was proud of her.
This past weekend was Kat's soccer tournament. They placed second in their division and had to face the third place team.
Kat plays fullback - and is a solid defender. I can count on one hand the number of times she has played offense, and has never scored a goal. While she is a silent and dependable player, the spotlight is rarely on her. She is also the kind of kid that does not show fear or nerves. She watches horror movies, reads scary books and rarely jumps. She is at all times on and off the soccer field cool as a cucumber.
After a full game and two overtime periods, the score was still 0-0. So we all headed down the hill for penalty kicks. My folks drove out to watch her, and Kat shouted out "I'm taking one."
I must confess, that I have played the scenario of Kat kicking a penalty kick (PK) in my head dozens of times. Each time imagining that she is the fifth person to take the shot. Each team shoots five shots. Since she is usually so calm, I could picture the coach making her the anchor. So, when I heard she was taking a PK, I knew they would make her shot five. And she was.
I prayed for her to be calm, have peace regardless of the outcome but, I also prayed that she make her shot. Our first player missed, the other team made their shot. The next three girls for each side scored. Kat stepped up to take her shot. We were behind 3 goals to 4. The pressure was all on her. Hit it, each team picks another player in sudden death. Miss it and we go home. As team photographer, I focused the camera on her, and never moved. She watched the ref waiting for her to blow the whistle giving her the green light to shoot. She ran up to the ball and kicked. Through the camera I saw her hands shoot up and in the background saw her team jumping in the air. YES!! She made it.
The other team missed their shot, and we went into sudden death. I'll spare the drama and say we won the shootout and advanced to the finals today. Unfortunatley, we lost 2-1. I was not bothered by the loss, it was a close game and the girls played well. I'll always be happy that she had that opportunity and that she succeeded. I'm super proud of her!!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Barely keeping my eyes open
Every time I have a big project - no matter how much lead time I have before its due, inevitably there comes a few days were its all out to finish it. These are the times where the issues are clearest, my writing is succinct and I'm exhausted and off schedule. This is the week.
A few early morning rises (3:30 a.m.) got a big chunk of the framework done. But I was never able to get a good head of steam going. Getting kids up and dressed, stopping by the school to check on a child who was debating staying the day or coming home, and the transportation to tryouts, practice, game, game, tryouts, practice, grocery shopping, work, complete job application, dance, practice dance, practice, . . .. Notice there is no sleep - I think I've just napped and refueled on coffee this week. My body is feeling the effects and I have a 10k to run in the morning. Seriously considering bailing on my friend.
Since stepping on the scale to good news on Monday, I'm happy to stay in blissful ignorance until two weeks from now. Mark and I haven't spent much time together - I know he has shared some things about his new job, but I have no active memory of what he said. And, dare I say it, I don't really care. My focus is on my case and my case only. Except now, while I'm waiting for the next round of caffeine to kick in. I'm praying that Ry can make it through the day with no issues.
His first basketball practice starts tomorrow night - yes, he made the local team. We knew that calls would come by Tuesday night, but it was a practice and dance night. Ry joined K's practice with the coach's son and spent a hour running around to burn off his nervous energy. Then, after we dropped K at dance, I called the machine. The coach had called and wanted to speak with Ry directly. What?!?
Ry is not an experienced phone talker, so before calling back we talked about the best responses. For good news - an enthusiastic "thank you" was appropriate. For bad news - something like "thank you for the opportunity" "I had fun trying out" and "good luck on the season, Coach" were some of the agreed-upon responses. Then speculation set in.
Ryan reasoned that if the Coach wanted to talk directly to him then it was probably bad news and the Coach just wanted to let him know he did a good job and to encourage him to keep playing. We talked about God's will and sometimes not getting what we want. We talked about faith and how we want to have faith that God can do anything, but must accept that His will may be different than ours. Then the phone rang. I answered and passed the phone back to Ryan. Coach let him know he made the team - silence - then a quiet "thanks." Coach said we're going to have a lot of fun this season "ah-huh" was the response. He then asked "are you ready to work hard?" "Mmm-huh." Can I talk to you mom again? "yup" - So much for enthusiatic response. But, then he did the happy dance.
After I hung up, he said, while you were talking to Coach I prayed and thanked God for helping me make the team, because there was no way I would have made it without Him. I love that kid!!
"I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20
A few early morning rises (3:30 a.m.) got a big chunk of the framework done. But I was never able to get a good head of steam going. Getting kids up and dressed, stopping by the school to check on a child who was debating staying the day or coming home, and the transportation to tryouts, practice, game, game, tryouts, practice, grocery shopping, work, complete job application, dance, practice dance, practice, . . .. Notice there is no sleep - I think I've just napped and refueled on coffee this week. My body is feeling the effects and I have a 10k to run in the morning. Seriously considering bailing on my friend.
Since stepping on the scale to good news on Monday, I'm happy to stay in blissful ignorance until two weeks from now. Mark and I haven't spent much time together - I know he has shared some things about his new job, but I have no active memory of what he said. And, dare I say it, I don't really care. My focus is on my case and my case only. Except now, while I'm waiting for the next round of caffeine to kick in. I'm praying that Ry can make it through the day with no issues.
His first basketball practice starts tomorrow night - yes, he made the local team. We knew that calls would come by Tuesday night, but it was a practice and dance night. Ry joined K's practice with the coach's son and spent a hour running around to burn off his nervous energy. Then, after we dropped K at dance, I called the machine. The coach had called and wanted to speak with Ry directly. What?!?
Ry is not an experienced phone talker, so before calling back we talked about the best responses. For good news - an enthusiastic "thank you" was appropriate. For bad news - something like "thank you for the opportunity" "I had fun trying out" and "good luck on the season, Coach" were some of the agreed-upon responses. Then speculation set in.
Ryan reasoned that if the Coach wanted to talk directly to him then it was probably bad news and the Coach just wanted to let him know he did a good job and to encourage him to keep playing. We talked about God's will and sometimes not getting what we want. We talked about faith and how we want to have faith that God can do anything, but must accept that His will may be different than ours. Then the phone rang. I answered and passed the phone back to Ryan. Coach let him know he made the team - silence - then a quiet "thanks." Coach said we're going to have a lot of fun this season "ah-huh" was the response. He then asked "are you ready to work hard?" "Mmm-huh." Can I talk to you mom again? "yup" - So much for enthusiatic response. But, then he did the happy dance.
After I hung up, he said, while you were talking to Coach I prayed and thanked God for helping me make the team, because there was no way I would have made it without Him. I love that kid!!
"I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20
Monday, October 22, 2012
A Fresh Start
This weekend was a weekend off. I did not plan to take the weekend off, but by Friday I just declared it so.
I didn't count calories, I didn't exercise, I didn't log my food, and I ate take out... alot! McDonalds (twice), Chinese and Panera bread, including a bagel or two at my home. I even had a margarita for dinner on Saturday night. No food - just a margarita. So, when I weighed in today, I was prepared for a 5 plus pound gain. But, I was down 5 pounds! WHAT?!?
This makes 21 pounds gone. Hey, I'll take it.
I read Karen's blog and saw that she too was indulging in treats too. She identified that it is no good to deny a type of food entirely, but that it should be reserved for something special. I totally agree. But, the truth is, even a small respite from healthy eating is good for the soul, even if its not good for the mid section. I'm back on board with my exercise, and eating plan and my reading again. I'll just start after one more sausage and egg panini.
I didn't count calories, I didn't exercise, I didn't log my food, and I ate take out... alot! McDonalds (twice), Chinese and Panera bread, including a bagel or two at my home. I even had a margarita for dinner on Saturday night. No food - just a margarita. So, when I weighed in today, I was prepared for a 5 plus pound gain. But, I was down 5 pounds! WHAT?!?
This makes 21 pounds gone. Hey, I'll take it.
I read Karen's blog and saw that she too was indulging in treats too. She identified that it is no good to deny a type of food entirely, but that it should be reserved for something special. I totally agree. But, the truth is, even a small respite from healthy eating is good for the soul, even if its not good for the mid section. I'm back on board with my exercise, and eating plan and my reading again. I'll just start after one more sausage and egg panini.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
The Scales are moving
After a month of flirting with the same pound or two, I was delighted to see a three pound loss this morning. I wish I could say that it came after a fantastic workout yesterday, but no. I struggled through my workout and didn't get up at all this morning to do anything - even to walk. Today is definately an "I don't wanna" day.
I have a huge project to complete, which is one of my favorite kinds, I just can't seem to get it done. It's about 80% done, and I've just spent hours and hours manipulating this 80% rather than pushing it over the finish line. History tells me and this time is no exception, that I get the munchies when I get stuck at the 80% line. I stayed home Monday and Tuesday to work on it, but only snacked and stalled. Yesterday I came to work and did a little, but still am behind.
I have to dig deeper to get this done so I can continue with my training. I have a 60 minute run to complete today, plus Ryan has soccer practice in the middle of my training time. Just be thankful for one thing today - and that thing is 3 pounds gone!!
I have a huge project to complete, which is one of my favorite kinds, I just can't seem to get it done. It's about 80% done, and I've just spent hours and hours manipulating this 80% rather than pushing it over the finish line. History tells me and this time is no exception, that I get the munchies when I get stuck at the 80% line. I stayed home Monday and Tuesday to work on it, but only snacked and stalled. Yesterday I came to work and did a little, but still am behind.
I have to dig deeper to get this done so I can continue with my training. I have a 60 minute run to complete today, plus Ryan has soccer practice in the middle of my training time. Just be thankful for one thing today - and that thing is 3 pounds gone!!
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
My Faith Story - Watch
As I fly through my reading, I am reminded of my next word in My Faith Story: Watch.
After Jesus and the disciples had their last supper, Judas left the group on a mission to betray Jesus to the Pharasees. Jesus took his closest disciples with him: Peter, James and John and asked them to keep watch while he went to pray. During that time Jesus asked God to take the cup from him, meaning that if there was any way to save the human race other than for him to suffer and die, then could God not require him to die. After he returned from praying he discovered that they were all asleep. He rebuked them asking why they couldn't stay awake for just one hour, and went back to pray. Again he asked God to relieve him of the responsibility of dying for us, but resigned himself that he was going to follow God's plan, not his own, and so he returned to his disciples only to discover that they had dozed off again. This time he informed them it was time.
My old church had a ritual of keeping watch overnight on the Thursday before Good Friday. People would sign up for blocks of time to sit in the church and pray. While I was still in high school, I signed up for an hour. When I arrived, there was one other person in the church. I selected a seat away from them and began to pray silently. Soon, I could hear that person leaving. I was all alone. I was not frightened, but felt very responsible for having been trusted to keep watch. I didn't know Jesus as Lord or Savior then. But, I knew I was where I was supposed to be. During this hour, on several occasions, I felt what can only be described as comforting chills. A warm feeling that starts at my head and resonates down my body. It's one of the most cherished feelings in the world. After some research over the years, others have also commented that they believe that the chills mean that my body can sense the presence of the Holy Spirit. I stayed and prayed until the next person arrived. Then once relieved of my post, I returned home. Again, at that time, I was not saved. But, I believed even then that I was special to God.
Another time, a couple of years ago, Mark and I were attending the Weekend to Remember. Our volunteer team would gather in the prayer room during that part of the program where the leaders present the Gospel message. We would pray for various things but mostly that hearts would be open. At one particular point, someone was praying and invited the Holy Spirit to be present. I immediately felt the chills and knew that He was here. Later, Mark commented that even he felt it. Whenever I get that feeling, I smile remembering that night in the church, when the Holy Spirit was there with me as I stayed awake and kept watch for God.
After Jesus and the disciples had their last supper, Judas left the group on a mission to betray Jesus to the Pharasees. Jesus took his closest disciples with him: Peter, James and John and asked them to keep watch while he went to pray. During that time Jesus asked God to take the cup from him, meaning that if there was any way to save the human race other than for him to suffer and die, then could God not require him to die. After he returned from praying he discovered that they were all asleep. He rebuked them asking why they couldn't stay awake for just one hour, and went back to pray. Again he asked God to relieve him of the responsibility of dying for us, but resigned himself that he was going to follow God's plan, not his own, and so he returned to his disciples only to discover that they had dozed off again. This time he informed them it was time.
My old church had a ritual of keeping watch overnight on the Thursday before Good Friday. People would sign up for blocks of time to sit in the church and pray. While I was still in high school, I signed up for an hour. When I arrived, there was one other person in the church. I selected a seat away from them and began to pray silently. Soon, I could hear that person leaving. I was all alone. I was not frightened, but felt very responsible for having been trusted to keep watch. I didn't know Jesus as Lord or Savior then. But, I knew I was where I was supposed to be. During this hour, on several occasions, I felt what can only be described as comforting chills. A warm feeling that starts at my head and resonates down my body. It's one of the most cherished feelings in the world. After some research over the years, others have also commented that they believe that the chills mean that my body can sense the presence of the Holy Spirit. I stayed and prayed until the next person arrived. Then once relieved of my post, I returned home. Again, at that time, I was not saved. But, I believed even then that I was special to God.
Another time, a couple of years ago, Mark and I were attending the Weekend to Remember. Our volunteer team would gather in the prayer room during that part of the program where the leaders present the Gospel message. We would pray for various things but mostly that hearts would be open. At one particular point, someone was praying and invited the Holy Spirit to be present. I immediately felt the chills and knew that He was here. Later, Mark commented that even he felt it. Whenever I get that feeling, I smile remembering that night in the church, when the Holy Spirit was there with me as I stayed awake and kept watch for God.
Passing the Minutes
About a week ago, I changed my strategy for running. I now run for a pre-set number of minutes not a set number of miles. Last week I ran 20 miles. This week I'm on pace to complete 27 miles. At times that just blows my mind. Other times I am discouraged that I still run slow. I'm trusting the program and building up an aerobic base. It is getting easier to run 6-8 minutes in a row, and my heart rate is lower when I do - on average less than 165. This is a good leap from the Salem race, where I could only run 3-4 minutes and my heartbeat would be up in the realm of 180 bpm. I know it will take time.
To say that I'm enjoying it would be a lie. There is nothing "fun" about running for me. It is a means to an end - that awesome medal - hey, it's all about the bling. I use goal times to motivate me to keep going. To be honest, I've never really pushed myself during any half marathon. Disney, I just wanted to finish. I didn't train, and so I took the extra time allowed by Mark's speed run to just get er done. In Salem, I started the hour early with the walkers and didn't even begin to run until mile 3 or 4. So, Vegas will be my first real attempt to complete a half.
On the downside, the scale hasn't moved in a month. I see that my body is changing - some clothes fit better and others - like my fat jeans hang off of me. I can put them on and off without unbuttoning them. Yet, I'm not able to get into the next size jeans yet. Patience, I keep telling myself. But, it is getting a little frustrating. I added calories and then ate less, but there was no movement. I've switched up my routine, still nothing. I'm convinced that God has stopped the scale so I can get my priorites straight.
As I mentioned yesterday, God hardened the heart of Pharoh until he ultimately let the Israelites go. Certainly, God can stop my weightloss until I get back into reading the Bible. After all, that is what this blog is about - my journey through the Bible. But, I have a tendancy to make it all about the weightloss. I'm glad He's making sure that I don't this time.
Yesterday, I read that for each pound I lose, I should be able to run 2 seconds faster per mile. My goal is to get another 30 off by the marathon to get back a minute per mile. That would be sweet! Until then, I need to lay off the sweets - which gets tempting as Halloween approaches and our house becomes candy central. I've decided that to say I won't indulge it foolish - I know I will. So, instead I'll pick just one type of candy, and just eat that. I'll choose one that we don't buy to give away and one that the kids don't really eat. That would be butterfingers - my mouth is watering just thinking about it. But, Halloween is still over two weeks away. No sweets until then...
To say that I'm enjoying it would be a lie. There is nothing "fun" about running for me. It is a means to an end - that awesome medal - hey, it's all about the bling. I use goal times to motivate me to keep going. To be honest, I've never really pushed myself during any half marathon. Disney, I just wanted to finish. I didn't train, and so I took the extra time allowed by Mark's speed run to just get er done. In Salem, I started the hour early with the walkers and didn't even begin to run until mile 3 or 4. So, Vegas will be my first real attempt to complete a half.
On the downside, the scale hasn't moved in a month. I see that my body is changing - some clothes fit better and others - like my fat jeans hang off of me. I can put them on and off without unbuttoning them. Yet, I'm not able to get into the next size jeans yet. Patience, I keep telling myself. But, it is getting a little frustrating. I added calories and then ate less, but there was no movement. I've switched up my routine, still nothing. I'm convinced that God has stopped the scale so I can get my priorites straight.
As I mentioned yesterday, God hardened the heart of Pharoh until he ultimately let the Israelites go. Certainly, God can stop my weightloss until I get back into reading the Bible. After all, that is what this blog is about - my journey through the Bible. But, I have a tendancy to make it all about the weightloss. I'm glad He's making sure that I don't this time.
Yesterday, I read that for each pound I lose, I should be able to run 2 seconds faster per mile. My goal is to get another 30 off by the marathon to get back a minute per mile. That would be sweet! Until then, I need to lay off the sweets - which gets tempting as Halloween approaches and our house becomes candy central. I've decided that to say I won't indulge it foolish - I know I will. So, instead I'll pick just one type of candy, and just eat that. I'll choose one that we don't buy to give away and one that the kids don't really eat. That would be butterfingers - my mouth is watering just thinking about it. But, Halloween is still over two weeks away. No sweets until then...
My Faith Story - Prayer
Today is the first day I begin my Faith Journal. This is the journal that tells our faith story. I think I might have shared this on my last blog, but it I don't mind repeating it.
My earliest recollection of feeling close to God dates back to 6th grade - I think. I was an acolyte at my church and it was Christmas Eve. Although I don't remember ever witnessing this tradition before, one of the deacons asked me if I would pray at the end of the service. For someone who did not like to be the center of attention, I am shocked to think I agreed. I recall the end of the service drawing near, and that I had moved over to the pew on the alter that was in front of the microphone and was waiting for my cue. For some reason, I recall that they skipped my part and went directly to the next before coming back and asking me to pray. While I have no recollection of what I prayed for generally or even how long my prayer was, I'm sure it included something grandiose like world peace. The service ended and life went on as normal, until something happened politically in the world, which caused my father to comment on my prayer on Christmas Eve, that God had answered my prayer. I wish I could recall what it was. I guess I've always known that God answers prayer if we are patient enough to wait for it.
As I'm playing catch up in my Bible reading, I read all about the Exodus and the plagues in Egypt. There are always two things I think of when I read about the plagues - one is sympathizing with the Egyptian people, who suffered from having their water turned to blood, being infested with frogs, flies, gnats and locusts, having their livestock killed with disease, suffering from skin boils and trying to find shelter from the hail and enduring the days of darkness before their eldest son died. The other things is shock that God harded the heart of the pharoh so that he would not let the Israelites go worship God until God had demonstrated and shown his glory through all the plagues.
As a people, we are at the mercy of our leaders. As the election grows closer I find myself pondering the way we change leaders. I support term limits - not only for the president, but also for congress and the senate. I watch as candidates rip each other apart publically, and I am disgusted at the pundits who analyze and pontificate about the flaws and failures of the other side and the other parties in general. Frankly, I'm tired of it. Personally, I have been criticized by others for my support of a candidate or two and sadly, I have vocalized my disdain at their cadiditate too. I question the cadidate's honesty wonder whether they are looking out for my best interests or their own. I've learned as I've watched the unraveling of our country this past decade - first with the media critizing our past two presidents and second as the social media separates close friends and families - I wonder whether there is any hope for our country remaining united.
But what I never question is the love of my God or his ability to answer prayer. Whether it was my youthful prayer lifted up during the cold war, or my prayer today for peace and unity in our country regardless of who sits in the oval office, I am confident that my God is bigger than any of the petty banter that springs forth from our television sets or through our computers. I place my faith in Him. Just as the early Israelites placed their faith in God to keep them from some of the plagues, until He provided a way out.
My earliest recollection of feeling close to God dates back to 6th grade - I think. I was an acolyte at my church and it was Christmas Eve. Although I don't remember ever witnessing this tradition before, one of the deacons asked me if I would pray at the end of the service. For someone who did not like to be the center of attention, I am shocked to think I agreed. I recall the end of the service drawing near, and that I had moved over to the pew on the alter that was in front of the microphone and was waiting for my cue. For some reason, I recall that they skipped my part and went directly to the next before coming back and asking me to pray. While I have no recollection of what I prayed for generally or even how long my prayer was, I'm sure it included something grandiose like world peace. The service ended and life went on as normal, until something happened politically in the world, which caused my father to comment on my prayer on Christmas Eve, that God had answered my prayer. I wish I could recall what it was. I guess I've always known that God answers prayer if we are patient enough to wait for it.
As I'm playing catch up in my Bible reading, I read all about the Exodus and the plagues in Egypt. There are always two things I think of when I read about the plagues - one is sympathizing with the Egyptian people, who suffered from having their water turned to blood, being infested with frogs, flies, gnats and locusts, having their livestock killed with disease, suffering from skin boils and trying to find shelter from the hail and enduring the days of darkness before their eldest son died. The other things is shock that God harded the heart of the pharoh so that he would not let the Israelites go worship God until God had demonstrated and shown his glory through all the plagues.
As a people, we are at the mercy of our leaders. As the election grows closer I find myself pondering the way we change leaders. I support term limits - not only for the president, but also for congress and the senate. I watch as candidates rip each other apart publically, and I am disgusted at the pundits who analyze and pontificate about the flaws and failures of the other side and the other parties in general. Frankly, I'm tired of it. Personally, I have been criticized by others for my support of a candidate or two and sadly, I have vocalized my disdain at their cadiditate too. I question the cadidate's honesty wonder whether they are looking out for my best interests or their own. I've learned as I've watched the unraveling of our country this past decade - first with the media critizing our past two presidents and second as the social media separates close friends and families - I wonder whether there is any hope for our country remaining united.
But what I never question is the love of my God or his ability to answer prayer. Whether it was my youthful prayer lifted up during the cold war, or my prayer today for peace and unity in our country regardless of who sits in the oval office, I am confident that my God is bigger than any of the petty banter that springs forth from our television sets or through our computers. I place my faith in Him. Just as the early Israelites placed their faith in God to keep them from some of the plagues, until He provided a way out.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Picking up where I left off
Michael Jordan once said "If you're trying to achieve, there will be roadblocks. I've had them; everybody has had them. But obstacles don't have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don't turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it."
These last couple of weeks I've encountered some roadblocks. With the exception of this past weekend, I've stayed very true to my eating plan. I've exercised at least five days per week - often six or seven times. But I haven't read nor blogged. And I haven't moved past the plateau of 15 pounds lost.
As I'm learning, I need all three to be successful. Jesus said "I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5.
So, I must now decide how to move forward. Do I pick up where I left off? And just eliminate these past weeks? Do I just pretend the last few weeks didn't matter? Do I try to read and back fill? Or do I just skip it and start today? Since my plan seemed to have hit the pause button, I'll go back to where I left off and let the next post be Day 42 - the start of weeks 7 and 8.
Another reason to pick up where I left off is because of my Ry. We were in church ten days ago, and our Pastor encouraged us to continue to seek the Holy Spirit. Ry leaned over after the sermon ended and told me that his Bible has some questions at the bottom of most pages, and that he would like to read it - starting in Genesis and going through to the end, and answer the questions as he goes. I told him that he had a great idea. (I truly believed that the Holy Spirit was prompting him). By Wednesday, we had not yet started our reading, a fact of which he reminded me. So we sat down together. He opened his Bible and read the first chapter of Genesis. I read day 56 - which is where I would have been. (More on that later).
Later that evening, I see Ry walking down the hallway with a screwdriver. "Hey" I called out. "What are you doing?" He said that he was switching out the light switch cover. This past summer, at VBS, Sue (the craft person) organized a craft to support that day's lesson - that God created day and night. It was a light switch cover. The top diagonal was dark blue with glow-in-the-dark stars, and the bottom diagonal was glow-in-the-dark yellow. He switched out his light switch cover to enforce what he read that day. Good things happen when we search for the Holy Spirit.
As for my reading, the old testament reading was in the book of Leviticus, which talks about things that make you clean and unclean. Today's lesson was on semen emmisions and menstrual periods. I thought, well, I can't go from Moses being found in the Nile to bodily emmisions without providing the back story. Hence, my choice to pick up where I left off.
These last couple of weeks I've encountered some roadblocks. With the exception of this past weekend, I've stayed very true to my eating plan. I've exercised at least five days per week - often six or seven times. But I haven't read nor blogged. And I haven't moved past the plateau of 15 pounds lost.
As I'm learning, I need all three to be successful. Jesus said "I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5.
So, I must now decide how to move forward. Do I pick up where I left off? And just eliminate these past weeks? Do I just pretend the last few weeks didn't matter? Do I try to read and back fill? Or do I just skip it and start today? Since my plan seemed to have hit the pause button, I'll go back to where I left off and let the next post be Day 42 - the start of weeks 7 and 8.
Another reason to pick up where I left off is because of my Ry. We were in church ten days ago, and our Pastor encouraged us to continue to seek the Holy Spirit. Ry leaned over after the sermon ended and told me that his Bible has some questions at the bottom of most pages, and that he would like to read it - starting in Genesis and going through to the end, and answer the questions as he goes. I told him that he had a great idea. (I truly believed that the Holy Spirit was prompting him). By Wednesday, we had not yet started our reading, a fact of which he reminded me. So we sat down together. He opened his Bible and read the first chapter of Genesis. I read day 56 - which is where I would have been. (More on that later).
Later that evening, I see Ry walking down the hallway with a screwdriver. "Hey" I called out. "What are you doing?" He said that he was switching out the light switch cover. This past summer, at VBS, Sue (the craft person) organized a craft to support that day's lesson - that God created day and night. It was a light switch cover. The top diagonal was dark blue with glow-in-the-dark stars, and the bottom diagonal was glow-in-the-dark yellow. He switched out his light switch cover to enforce what he read that day. Good things happen when we search for the Holy Spirit.
As for my reading, the old testament reading was in the book of Leviticus, which talks about things that make you clean and unclean. Today's lesson was on semen emmisions and menstrual periods. I thought, well, I can't go from Moses being found in the Nile to bodily emmisions without providing the back story. Hence, my choice to pick up where I left off.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Exercise Plan - Week 7 & 8
Monday: P90X Chest/Back plus Ab Ripper X - 30 min easy run
Tuesday: 50 minute run - EW GS Hard
Wednesday: P90X Shoulders/Arms - Ab Ripper X - 60 minute cross train - ES GS Easy
Thursday: Insanity Power and Resistance - 40 minute easy run EW GS Easy
Friday: 30 minute run -
Saturday: Long Run - 70 minutes
Sunday: 90 minute quick walk
Tuesday: 50 minute run - EW GS Hard
Wednesday: P90X Shoulders/Arms - Ab Ripper X - 60 minute cross train - ES GS Easy
Thursday: Insanity Power and Resistance - 40 minute easy run EW GS Easy
Friday: 30 minute run -
Saturday: Long Run - 70 minutes
Sunday: 90 minute quick walk
Eating Plan - Week 7 & 8
So far using the My Fitness Pal app has allowed me to make lots of choices in food so long as I stay within certain calorie allotments.
I had suggested that I was planning on following my friend, Karen's 2-week fasting plan, but I'm not feeling it. I did make her delicious lentil soup, and I made a lot of it. It's been nice to scoop out a cup or two and enjoy in a warm mug while I work. Those gentle lentils are beginning to grow on me.
Karen's green smoothies, however, aren't an option. In all fairness, I tried this morning - and not to be gross - it didn't make it to my stomach. One touch on the back of my throat and that was it. The smell and texture were not a good fit. Thank goodness I was by the sink. So, whey protein shakes will continue - at least for the forseeable future. I'm missing Karen's magic touch. She always had a way to make the BEST coffee I have ever had, and I'm sure her green smoothies are just as delicious, but whatever I did today, I don't want to do again.
I'll continue to make good choices and log my food with a goal to lose 5 pounds by October 22nd.
I had suggested that I was planning on following my friend, Karen's 2-week fasting plan, but I'm not feeling it. I did make her delicious lentil soup, and I made a lot of it. It's been nice to scoop out a cup or two and enjoy in a warm mug while I work. Those gentle lentils are beginning to grow on me.
Karen's green smoothies, however, aren't an option. In all fairness, I tried this morning - and not to be gross - it didn't make it to my stomach. One touch on the back of my throat and that was it. The smell and texture were not a good fit. Thank goodness I was by the sink. So, whey protein shakes will continue - at least for the forseeable future. I'm missing Karen's magic touch. She always had a way to make the BEST coffee I have ever had, and I'm sure her green smoothies are just as delicious, but whatever I did today, I don't want to do again.
I'll continue to make good choices and log my food with a goal to lose 5 pounds by October 22nd.
Reading Plan - Week 7 & 8
My reading plan for these next two weeks:
Exodus 37:1 - Leviticus 22:33
Matthew 27:11 - Mark 9:1
Psalm 21:1 - 25:22
Proverbs 4:20 - 6:11
Exodus 37:1 - Leviticus 22:33
Matthew 27:11 - Mark 9:1
Psalm 21:1 - 25:22
Proverbs 4:20 - 6:11
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Day 41 Wicked Awesome - aka Thank you David
I woke up at 4:00 a.m. and decided not to try to go back to sleep. I wish I could say that I got up and prayed - prayed for strength, for endurance, for health and a strong finish. I didn't. I tooled around on FB, Twitter, and MFP. We left on time and arrived at the school to secure a coveted parking spot. This is one of the few races that have a walkers start time and a runners start time. With the 3 and one half time limit, I chose to start with the walkers. This was good for two reasons. First, I could start with my friend, Deb. Second, we could finish faster.
There were about 20 of us that started early. It was still dark outside, it was drizzling and the ground was wet. It was also cold. The organizer pulled us all together, gave us a pep talk - let us know the water stations weren't all manned yet, but that the route was well marked. Had us line up and then said "Go!" Not exactly the big horrah of other races, but it got us out and running.
Three people took off running immediately. Then two other women were up ahead, then a guy wearing a yellow shirt, two other women, and then Deb and I. The guy in the yellow shirt walks every years, so we knew we had to at least stay close enough to him to know where we were going. The cobblestones were wet and slippery. By mile two, I was behind a minute of my pace time, and knew that if I wanted to meet my goal I had to step it up. When I put my earbuds in I heard nothing. What? I looked at my nano, and realized that it was not recording anything. Oh crap. I punched in half marathon again and hit start. Well, at least it would record 11 of my 13 miles.
Deb and I agreed that we would do our own thing, so on the first long down hill, I waved goodbye and set my sights on the guy with the yellow shirt. He is a very tall and thin man and one of his walking strides is much bigger than mine, so I didn't catch him until almost mile five. When I did and waved hello, he took out his earbuds and started a conversation. I thanked him for being my pacer for the first few miles and commented that I thought this early start was a great idea for people, like me, who still need to walk/run. He said "say thank you, David" I said "thank you David. Are you David?" He said yes, and then shared that he used to run marathons, but since knee surgeries and arthritis, that he doesn't run anymore. But he still trains with a running group and strongly suggested that I do the same. He shared some history of the area, pointed out some fun places to take Mark and the kids, and talked about the history of the race. Since mile 5 was all up hill and was a winding road, he suggested I pace myself and not overdo it. He says his goal is to be on the down side before the first runners catch up. We were almost at the top of the hill when the police motorcycles came by, followed by the police car with an officer with a bull horn. She shouted, "good job, David, keep it up." Then she shouted "good job, lady in pink" - Hey, that's me! Immediately following the police car were the first few elite runners. Wow - were they going fast. It was as if they glided in the air only touching the ground for the briefest moment just to kiss the pavement before jetting back up. It was 7:30, meaning that they got to mile six in 30 minutes, including cresting that big hill. I was in awe.
When we turned the corner, David told me that we were already heading back. Wow, that was fast. On the downside, I said goodbye to David and tried to make up some time. Starting with finding a runner I could try to pace with. Silly me, any pacing was for about thirty seconds before they were out of sight. As I came around the bend, I saw lots of runners heading up Marblehead. I tried to find someone who stood out to see if I could stay in front of them. I did, a man in a kilt. Ok, I settled into my music and thought ok - just a 10k left, I just did that on Sunday, lets go.
Fuel on the road is a tricky thing. Volunteers hold cups of water or gatoraid out. This year's flavor was berry. I was concerned that if I drank it straight that I would get two little red upside down fangs above my top lip. Yet, I knew it was important to hydrate. I also tried to Gu. Coffee flavor was the flavor I got, it wasn't bad. I remembered someone telling me to wash it down with water, so I made sure grab water too. The heartrate monitor was beeping quite a bit. I couldn't tell if it was accurate or not. It kept saying that my bpm was 180. No matter how slow I walked to bring it down, it didn't come down. I felt fine, could breathe fine, so I just turned up the music and ignored it.
The next hour was a grinding hour that brought me past mile 12. I was out of gas, and had been dealing with a small pebble in my shoe for the last mile or so. Do I stop or do I keep going. I kept going. As I learned later...BIG mistake. On the last half mile, the man with the kilt passed me. Lots of runners who had already finished were walking back to their cars. As always, they shouted words of encouragement. You're almost there, its just around the corner. As I was beginning to give up hope, a runner in a bright orange t-shirt came wizzing by. She was flying. God bless her sprinting to the finish line. I finished in 3:23:39. My nano said that I completed 12 miles. What? I didn't even start it until two miles were up. So I guess my calibration was off. So my practice half, was not 13 miles. Hey, I'll take my new PR, and be happy that I beat my goal of 3:30 for Salem.
The medal was a little cheesy, but hey I earned it. I drank some water and finally got the rock out of my shoe. What a giant blister on the bottom of my heel. Oh, and it was not fun trying to put my sneaker back on. I waited for Deb by the finish line. In the interim, I texted friends, updated facebook, and cheered for David as he crossed the finish line. I was able to get a photo of Deb as she crossed the finish line. So proud of her. We refueled, and headed back to shower and change before going home.
Although I was sore, and my feet hurt from the blister, I felt great. We made it home in time for me to see Kathryn's soccer game. She decided to sleep over a friends house. While Mark ran an overnight bag to her, while Ry and I played Sequence - States and Capitols. At one point he's getting ready to to pick his card and said "come on Boise" He's such a fun little kid. Right after the game I layed down. Mark said he was going to get a drink and did I want something? I said water. The next thing I knew it was 4:00 a.m. I guess I was tired.
All in all, I was glad I did it. I have 10 weeks to go before my next Half. I have got to be able to run for at least 30 minutes at at time. This means lots of short endurance runs during the weeks and my long run in every weekend.
But most of all, I need to get back into my reading routine. There is one song that was on my ipod that has lyrics that say . . . I coming back to the heart of worship, for its all about you, its all about you, Jesus, I'm sorry Lord for the thing I made it, cause its all about you, its all about you, Jesus.
I've forgotten about Jesus, the last few weeks. I need to stay on top of my reading and keep it about Him.
There were about 20 of us that started early. It was still dark outside, it was drizzling and the ground was wet. It was also cold. The organizer pulled us all together, gave us a pep talk - let us know the water stations weren't all manned yet, but that the route was well marked. Had us line up and then said "Go!" Not exactly the big horrah of other races, but it got us out and running.
Three people took off running immediately. Then two other women were up ahead, then a guy wearing a yellow shirt, two other women, and then Deb and I. The guy in the yellow shirt walks every years, so we knew we had to at least stay close enough to him to know where we were going. The cobblestones were wet and slippery. By mile two, I was behind a minute of my pace time, and knew that if I wanted to meet my goal I had to step it up. When I put my earbuds in I heard nothing. What? I looked at my nano, and realized that it was not recording anything. Oh crap. I punched in half marathon again and hit start. Well, at least it would record 11 of my 13 miles.
Deb and I agreed that we would do our own thing, so on the first long down hill, I waved goodbye and set my sights on the guy with the yellow shirt. He is a very tall and thin man and one of his walking strides is much bigger than mine, so I didn't catch him until almost mile five. When I did and waved hello, he took out his earbuds and started a conversation. I thanked him for being my pacer for the first few miles and commented that I thought this early start was a great idea for people, like me, who still need to walk/run. He said "say thank you, David" I said "thank you David. Are you David?" He said yes, and then shared that he used to run marathons, but since knee surgeries and arthritis, that he doesn't run anymore. But he still trains with a running group and strongly suggested that I do the same. He shared some history of the area, pointed out some fun places to take Mark and the kids, and talked about the history of the race. Since mile 5 was all up hill and was a winding road, he suggested I pace myself and not overdo it. He says his goal is to be on the down side before the first runners catch up. We were almost at the top of the hill when the police motorcycles came by, followed by the police car with an officer with a bull horn. She shouted, "good job, David, keep it up." Then she shouted "good job, lady in pink" - Hey, that's me! Immediately following the police car were the first few elite runners. Wow - were they going fast. It was as if they glided in the air only touching the ground for the briefest moment just to kiss the pavement before jetting back up. It was 7:30, meaning that they got to mile six in 30 minutes, including cresting that big hill. I was in awe.
When we turned the corner, David told me that we were already heading back. Wow, that was fast. On the downside, I said goodbye to David and tried to make up some time. Starting with finding a runner I could try to pace with. Silly me, any pacing was for about thirty seconds before they were out of sight. As I came around the bend, I saw lots of runners heading up Marblehead. I tried to find someone who stood out to see if I could stay in front of them. I did, a man in a kilt. Ok, I settled into my music and thought ok - just a 10k left, I just did that on Sunday, lets go.
Fuel on the road is a tricky thing. Volunteers hold cups of water or gatoraid out. This year's flavor was berry. I was concerned that if I drank it straight that I would get two little red upside down fangs above my top lip. Yet, I knew it was important to hydrate. I also tried to Gu. Coffee flavor was the flavor I got, it wasn't bad. I remembered someone telling me to wash it down with water, so I made sure grab water too. The heartrate monitor was beeping quite a bit. I couldn't tell if it was accurate or not. It kept saying that my bpm was 180. No matter how slow I walked to bring it down, it didn't come down. I felt fine, could breathe fine, so I just turned up the music and ignored it.
The next hour was a grinding hour that brought me past mile 12. I was out of gas, and had been dealing with a small pebble in my shoe for the last mile or so. Do I stop or do I keep going. I kept going. As I learned later...BIG mistake. On the last half mile, the man with the kilt passed me. Lots of runners who had already finished were walking back to their cars. As always, they shouted words of encouragement. You're almost there, its just around the corner. As I was beginning to give up hope, a runner in a bright orange t-shirt came wizzing by. She was flying. God bless her sprinting to the finish line. I finished in 3:23:39. My nano said that I completed 12 miles. What? I didn't even start it until two miles were up. So I guess my calibration was off. So my practice half, was not 13 miles. Hey, I'll take my new PR, and be happy that I beat my goal of 3:30 for Salem.
The medal was a little cheesy, but hey I earned it. I drank some water and finally got the rock out of my shoe. What a giant blister on the bottom of my heel. Oh, and it was not fun trying to put my sneaker back on. I waited for Deb by the finish line. In the interim, I texted friends, updated facebook, and cheered for David as he crossed the finish line. I was able to get a photo of Deb as she crossed the finish line. So proud of her. We refueled, and headed back to shower and change before going home.
Although I was sore, and my feet hurt from the blister, I felt great. We made it home in time for me to see Kathryn's soccer game. She decided to sleep over a friends house. While Mark ran an overnight bag to her, while Ry and I played Sequence - States and Capitols. At one point he's getting ready to to pick his card and said "come on Boise" He's such a fun little kid. Right after the game I layed down. Mark said he was going to get a drink and did I want something? I said water. The next thing I knew it was 4:00 a.m. I guess I was tired.
All in all, I was glad I did it. I have 10 weeks to go before my next Half. I have got to be able to run for at least 30 minutes at at time. This means lots of short endurance runs during the weeks and my long run in every weekend.
But most of all, I need to get back into my reading routine. There is one song that was on my ipod that has lyrics that say . . . I coming back to the heart of worship, for its all about you, its all about you, Jesus, I'm sorry Lord for the thing I made it, cause its all about you, its all about you, Jesus.
I've forgotten about Jesus, the last few weeks. I need to stay on top of my reading and keep it about Him.
Days 40 - What can go wrong?
Friday was the last day before my next half marathon. Admittedly, I wasn't nervous because I have actually trained for this, but because I didn't want to mess it up. Now armed with a heart rate monitor, I wanted to test it out so I did a quick two miles around my neighborhood in my new sneakers too. They felt so much better than my old ones and I made the decision to use them for the race.
Deb arrived and we headed into Salem to pick up our race packets. We hit some traffic, but we were chatting so it was all good. The race packets included a really cool bag, under armor shirt, bib number and 13.1 sticker. Then back to the hotel to check in. This wonderful desk clerk was so helpful - it seemed like every time we came off the elevators or back in we needed some information and he was there to help. He suggested an Italian restaurant for dinner which was close by. I guess we weren't the only ones who needed carbs that night. The dining room was full. They also do a big take-out business, and we decided to 'eat in' the take out side. Casual, fun and great food. Before dinner was over, I found I had sharp pains under my left breast. What the heck was that? Knowing that my heart was not there, I wasn't panicing, but my goodness... what was that? That pain dogged me for the next three hours. I couldn't take a deep breath without it zinging me. All I could think was not now, how can I come this far and have this stop me? I prayed that God would remove the pain at least by morning and that I would be able to sleep.
After dinner we went back to the hotel, secured our late check out, set our alarms (4:40 a.m.) and tried to fall asleep. I tossed and turned waiting for what ever pain that was to go away. Once I fell asleep, I didn't stay asleep, but at least the pain was gone. The new few hours were nap/wake/nap/wake. And I have to run 13 miles like this? Oh boy....
Deb arrived and we headed into Salem to pick up our race packets. We hit some traffic, but we were chatting so it was all good. The race packets included a really cool bag, under armor shirt, bib number and 13.1 sticker. Then back to the hotel to check in. This wonderful desk clerk was so helpful - it seemed like every time we came off the elevators or back in we needed some information and he was there to help. He suggested an Italian restaurant for dinner which was close by. I guess we weren't the only ones who needed carbs that night. The dining room was full. They also do a big take-out business, and we decided to 'eat in' the take out side. Casual, fun and great food. Before dinner was over, I found I had sharp pains under my left breast. What the heck was that? Knowing that my heart was not there, I wasn't panicing, but my goodness... what was that? That pain dogged me for the next three hours. I couldn't take a deep breath without it zinging me. All I could think was not now, how can I come this far and have this stop me? I prayed that God would remove the pain at least by morning and that I would be able to sleep.
After dinner we went back to the hotel, secured our late check out, set our alarms (4:40 a.m.) and tried to fall asleep. I tossed and turned waiting for what ever pain that was to go away. Once I fell asleep, I didn't stay asleep, but at least the pain was gone. The new few hours were nap/wake/nap/wake. And I have to run 13 miles like this? Oh boy....
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Days 38 and 39
My late night snack the other night, while it didn't show up on the scale the following morning unleashed a world of cravings into my world yesterday. Last January when I did the three week liquid fast, I missed chewing, and with the occasional deviation, stayed pretty committed. My committment stemmed from a decision to do something for a short period of time for a specific purpose. Without that committment hanging over my head this time, I had a hard time staying focused and resisting food.
My morning started out with my protein shake, and I soon moved onto my carrots, protein bar, applesauce and other snacks that I brought with me to work. When a co-worker proposed my favorite lunch of chicken kabobs and the most delicious rice on the planet, I was able to resist. But, when another co-worker proposed a sandwich, I gave in. It was a turkey pita wrap with apples, bacon and mayo. I only got a half sandwich, but indulged in the potato chips. So salty, so good.
I was able to pull it together by evening. I ran four miles before the kids' open house and had my recovery protein shake before calling it a night and going to bed.
My morning started out with my protein shake, and I soon moved onto my carrots, protein bar, applesauce and other snacks that I brought with me to work. When a co-worker proposed my favorite lunch of chicken kabobs and the most delicious rice on the planet, I was able to resist. But, when another co-worker proposed a sandwich, I gave in. It was a turkey pita wrap with apples, bacon and mayo. I only got a half sandwich, but indulged in the potato chips. So salty, so good.
I was able to pull it together by evening. I ran four miles before the kids' open house and had my recovery protein shake before calling it a night and going to bed.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Day 37 - Answered Prayer
Today is the day that Mark is to hear about his job, but not until the afternoon. We prayed that morning and have others praying for us. Good news is that he received an offer and accepted the new position. God is so Good!! This rollercoaster of a ride has been - at least for me - peaceful. Ever since I read "do not worry" in my bible four weeks ago, I have not worried. I've trusted that God would make a way and He has. He deserves the praise and the glory.
The difficulty about postponing exercise is that the blahs of the day often sidetrack even the best of intentions. I have a bad habit of turning off my mind by watching TV. That is what happened early this morning. I woke up with an hour that could be spent exercising, but I watched a TV that I had recorded. Notice I said 'recorded' meaning I could watch it anytime, but I chose to use my prime workout time to find out the latest events of fictional characters. What a waste. Then it dawned on me. Why not do both. I used my amazon gift card to purchase an earlier full season of a show I started watching in season 3. Each show (without commercials is about 43 minutes long). I brought my KF to the gym, turned on the latest episode, plugged in my headphones and used the elliptical machine while I caught up on my shows. It was great. 500 calories burned while I watched TV.
When I got home, Mark came upstairs to chat about the day and he brought nachos. Nachos!! Seriously? As he crunched away, I gave in to temptation. So when I weighed this morning, I expected that the late night snack of such a salty food would have added at least a pound or two onto the scale. It didn't. Down 2.2. Who knows, but yeah for me.
I got a chance to read Karen's post-cleanse blog post, and I'm so thrilled with her success. Great loss and I'm sure those peanut M&M's were worth the wait. I am also looking forward to making my own homemade lentil soup. Shared her recipe - and it looks delicious - although my first thought was "do I have a pot that big to hold all that soup?" But, I'm sure I do. This past week I've been eating well and exercising daily. I just have to keep doing the right thing and it will ultimately pay off in the end.
The difficulty about postponing exercise is that the blahs of the day often sidetrack even the best of intentions. I have a bad habit of turning off my mind by watching TV. That is what happened early this morning. I woke up with an hour that could be spent exercising, but I watched a TV that I had recorded. Notice I said 'recorded' meaning I could watch it anytime, but I chose to use my prime workout time to find out the latest events of fictional characters. What a waste. Then it dawned on me. Why not do both. I used my amazon gift card to purchase an earlier full season of a show I started watching in season 3. Each show (without commercials is about 43 minutes long). I brought my KF to the gym, turned on the latest episode, plugged in my headphones and used the elliptical machine while I caught up on my shows. It was great. 500 calories burned while I watched TV.
When I got home, Mark came upstairs to chat about the day and he brought nachos. Nachos!! Seriously? As he crunched away, I gave in to temptation. So when I weighed this morning, I expected that the late night snack of such a salty food would have added at least a pound or two onto the scale. It didn't. Down 2.2. Who knows, but yeah for me.
I got a chance to read Karen's post-cleanse blog post, and I'm so thrilled with her success. Great loss and I'm sure those peanut M&M's were worth the wait. I am also looking forward to making my own homemade lentil soup. Shared her recipe - and it looks delicious - although my first thought was "do I have a pot that big to hold all that soup?" But, I'm sure I do. This past week I've been eating well and exercising daily. I just have to keep doing the right thing and it will ultimately pay off in the end.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Day 36 - Faith Story
I guess I'm not sure what to make of my funk - but it seems like I feel more like an observer to life than a participant. Maybe my bucket is just empty. Tonight is a fellowship dinner at our church for the ladies. Hopefully, that will help propell me out of my crap attitude. That and the 6 miles I have to run later.
*Update: I didn't run 6 miles, there simply wasn't time when I got home so I did my Ins. recovery video. Recovery my butt - although it did receive a good workout. My first thought was "hey, this video is only 33 minutes... wha hoo" By minute 8, my legs were burning, my shoulders were burning and I was screaming (silently of course) "count faster!!" After doing 16 reps of slow lunges, he had the audacity so say "hold that position." I glanced at the TV and thought "you must be kidding me." With legs shaking and face determined, I considered my old saying "what fresh hell is this?" But, I knew, I had been here before. So I concentrated on his mantra "dig deeper." I thought '10 seconds, I can do 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8, oh no I can't, 7, 6, oh hold on, 5, 4, breathe, 3, 2, 1. "yes!" Switch sides . . . Oh, hell no. In the end, I finished the workout. It was a grueling 33 minutes. His fast pace videos are similar to getting a flu shot - quick, a little painful, but done for a desired purpose. This video is like getting novicaine from a dentist - slow, painful, and in the end everything feels numb. I can say that because when I went to do 2 miles on my walking video - everything ached when I moved - the good ache - not injury.
When I arrived at the pot luck supper, I was glad to have a little extra calories to play with. Half my plate was for fresh fruits, salad and vegetables. I indulged on one meatball, a small spoon of rice, and a small spoon of mac and cheese. All in all, it was a great dinner - I savored the mac and cheese - totally mindful eating. More on that another time. The presentation was about writing your faith story with 25 words.
My initial thought was to compare it the old Name This Tune TV show. I can share the gospel in 25 words, I can share it in 22 words. (I can actually share it in four "Jesus died for me.")
But I was wrong, it is based on 25 words - for example "conversation" You then write a story - about your faith - using the word "conversation" as an inspiration and use a photo to show it. The instructor used a photo of her and her best friend walking on the beach. She is having a workshop to teach this later on (if anyone is interested). Its a great idea and I look forward to writing my own Faith Story.
*Update: I didn't run 6 miles, there simply wasn't time when I got home so I did my Ins. recovery video. Recovery my butt - although it did receive a good workout. My first thought was "hey, this video is only 33 minutes... wha hoo" By minute 8, my legs were burning, my shoulders were burning and I was screaming (silently of course) "count faster!!" After doing 16 reps of slow lunges, he had the audacity so say "hold that position." I glanced at the TV and thought "you must be kidding me." With legs shaking and face determined, I considered my old saying "what fresh hell is this?" But, I knew, I had been here before. So I concentrated on his mantra "dig deeper." I thought '10 seconds, I can do 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8, oh no I can't, 7, 6, oh hold on, 5, 4, breathe, 3, 2, 1. "yes!" Switch sides . . . Oh, hell no. In the end, I finished the workout. It was a grueling 33 minutes. His fast pace videos are similar to getting a flu shot - quick, a little painful, but done for a desired purpose. This video is like getting novicaine from a dentist - slow, painful, and in the end everything feels numb. I can say that because when I went to do 2 miles on my walking video - everything ached when I moved - the good ache - not injury.
When I arrived at the pot luck supper, I was glad to have a little extra calories to play with. Half my plate was for fresh fruits, salad and vegetables. I indulged on one meatball, a small spoon of rice, and a small spoon of mac and cheese. All in all, it was a great dinner - I savored the mac and cheese - totally mindful eating. More on that another time. The presentation was about writing your faith story with 25 words.
My initial thought was to compare it the old Name This Tune TV show. I can share the gospel in 25 words, I can share it in 22 words. (I can actually share it in four "Jesus died for me.")
But I was wrong, it is based on 25 words - for example "conversation" You then write a story - about your faith - using the word "conversation" as an inspiration and use a photo to show it. The instructor used a photo of her and her best friend walking on the beach. She is having a workshop to teach this later on (if anyone is interested). Its a great idea and I look forward to writing my own Faith Story.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Days 33-34 Enlisting Help
This weekend I have been feeling a little blah. After a 7 mile run in the morning and watching Kat's game, we were in for the afternoon. It seemed like a great time for a hot coffee and the last package of coffee cakes. I turned on the coffee maker, announced my intentions and heard "step away from the coffee cake." What?!?
My daughter had jumped off her chair and was standing between me and the cabinet containing my desired goodie. I tried to persuade her by explaining that my long run had allowed for some extra calories, that I was within my calorie goal for the day, and one package wouldn't hurt. She was having none of it. She boldly reminded me that I said to her only the day before that I needed help to stay focused on eating well and that she had my permission to question my questionable choices. Darn!! I was stuck. Sure, I could have exercised authority and eaten it anyway. Sure, I could have taken it later when she wasn't looking, but I asked, she responded, and I chose a bag of carrot sticks instead. In the end, it was more important to affirm her offer to help than it was to eat a silly coffee cake. I thanked her later on for her help.
My friend Karen had a similar experience on Friday with some pizza and I'm proud of her and her husband for doing the hard two-week cleanse together. Today is day 14 for them and tomorrow is the day to exhale, enjoy a treat and to rejoice in their will power and joint efforts to good health. I'm proud of both of them and can't wait to read about their results. I may copy her two-week cleanse after the race next weekend.
Speaking of racing and training, I was out for my long run this morning, and had a bit of a breakthrough. I was struggling through the first three miles where my body is screaming "what are you doing to me?" I couldn't get any speed, I felt fatigued, and sore after each transition. I tried to concentrate on the music, but even that wasn't doing it. Then, two of our town's elite runners came up behind me. After the obligatory good morning greeting, I noticed their stride. It was slow (albeit much quicker than mine) and effective. I'll admit it that I copied them, step for step, and it was not that bad. I also read an article today about slow long runs, where your stride and your breathing are in sync and it becomes as easy as walking. I want that. In my effort to improve my speed over these past several weeks, I have been running faster, tiring quicker, walking longer and suffering more. This pace seemed easy, manageable and dare I say it enjoyable. Oh, this is how these ladies do 20 miles on a random Sunday. I found that pace a few months ago when I was able to run my first mile without stopping and have not been able to match it since. Therefore, I'm praying that during race day next week I can find another runner in front of me and keep pace.
"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31
My daughter had jumped off her chair and was standing between me and the cabinet containing my desired goodie. I tried to persuade her by explaining that my long run had allowed for some extra calories, that I was within my calorie goal for the day, and one package wouldn't hurt. She was having none of it. She boldly reminded me that I said to her only the day before that I needed help to stay focused on eating well and that she had my permission to question my questionable choices. Darn!! I was stuck. Sure, I could have exercised authority and eaten it anyway. Sure, I could have taken it later when she wasn't looking, but I asked, she responded, and I chose a bag of carrot sticks instead. In the end, it was more important to affirm her offer to help than it was to eat a silly coffee cake. I thanked her later on for her help.
My friend Karen had a similar experience on Friday with some pizza and I'm proud of her and her husband for doing the hard two-week cleanse together. Today is day 14 for them and tomorrow is the day to exhale, enjoy a treat and to rejoice in their will power and joint efforts to good health. I'm proud of both of them and can't wait to read about their results. I may copy her two-week cleanse after the race next weekend.
Speaking of racing and training, I was out for my long run this morning, and had a bit of a breakthrough. I was struggling through the first three miles where my body is screaming "what are you doing to me?" I couldn't get any speed, I felt fatigued, and sore after each transition. I tried to concentrate on the music, but even that wasn't doing it. Then, two of our town's elite runners came up behind me. After the obligatory good morning greeting, I noticed their stride. It was slow (albeit much quicker than mine) and effective. I'll admit it that I copied them, step for step, and it was not that bad. I also read an article today about slow long runs, where your stride and your breathing are in sync and it becomes as easy as walking. I want that. In my effort to improve my speed over these past several weeks, I have been running faster, tiring quicker, walking longer and suffering more. This pace seemed easy, manageable and dare I say it enjoyable. Oh, this is how these ladies do 20 miles on a random Sunday. I found that pace a few months ago when I was able to run my first mile without stopping and have not been able to match it since. Therefore, I'm praying that during race day next week I can find another runner in front of me and keep pace.
"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31
Day 35 - Stalled but with Hope
These past few days have not excited me about blogging. When this typically happens, it is because I've eaten a lot of crap or failed to exercise and I don't want to publically "fess up." But, these past few days have been great - food wise. And, I've managed at least a couple miles every day and a 7 mile run on Saturday. I haven't been reading, though Maybe that's it.
We got good news that Ry does not have any of the serious things they tested him for, but his stomach has still been problematic. We'll continue to pray for healing and also for wisdom and discernment to figure out what it is. Kat and I hung out a little to watch AFV and laugh and we also painted her nails. Ry and Mark played xbox.
Friday we went out to eat with my parents, brothers and some relatives visiting from Sweden. It was nice to meet them in person and to hear how our lives are similar and different. My cousin is a tax lawyer. She seemed to hit it off with my brothers, who are more her age than I am, and it was nice to see my mother so happy to spend some time with her cousin. When this cousin was 21 (she is now close to 70) she spent a year in our country. My mom and her became very close and have kept in touch over the last fifty years. It was fun to see them together. Dinner was fun and we had some good laughs. My cousin asked if my dad needed help cooking at the big BBQ this weekend - because she could be the Swedish Chef.
We got good news that Ry does not have any of the serious things they tested him for, but his stomach has still been problematic. We'll continue to pray for healing and also for wisdom and discernment to figure out what it is. Kat and I hung out a little to watch AFV and laugh and we also painted her nails. Ry and Mark played xbox.
Friday we went out to eat with my parents, brothers and some relatives visiting from Sweden. It was nice to meet them in person and to hear how our lives are similar and different. My cousin is a tax lawyer. She seemed to hit it off with my brothers, who are more her age than I am, and it was nice to see my mother so happy to spend some time with her cousin. When this cousin was 21 (she is now close to 70) she spent a year in our country. My mom and her became very close and have kept in touch over the last fifty years. It was fun to see them together. Dinner was fun and we had some good laughs. My cousin asked if my dad needed help cooking at the big BBQ this weekend - because she could be the Swedish Chef.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Day 32 - A Lesson Learned
This morning is picture day at school. I wish I could report that the children's clothes were picked out, new and pressed, that they both had had haircuts and unblemished skin, and that the morning went smoothly. I can't.
Kat and I spent a lot of time last night (which began after her bedtime) searching through clothes to pick out what she was to wear. The shirt she had selected was the same color as the background for the photos so she would have had a floating head if she wore it. After endless changes, we settled on an outfit, it was layed out so that I could press it in the morning. Ry had his shirt selected - it just had to be ironed - and I set out looking for the only pair of shorts he owns that match it. Found it, on the bottom of the laundry pile, so I threw in a load of laundry. When morning arrived, I decided to make banana bread, it went into the oven as the kids were emerging from their showers. Ryan's bangs were clearly hanging in his eyes and I suggested that I trim them, to which you would have thought I had asked him to kiss a frog. I set the timer for the muffins and went to dry Kat's hair. After 30 minutes I remembered the banana bread, and ran downstairs. Ry admitted he heard the beeper, and shut it off. He didn't tell me, nor did he turn the stove off, or take out the bread. It was a tad overcooked (read sarcastically). Scrapped the bread and finished pressing Kat's clothes only to discover that they were now itchy and she didn't want to wear them. There was barely 5 minutes before the bus came, and I noticed there was something different about Ryan - he had cut his own hair . . . AGAIN! I let it go with a "great job on the hair cut, Ry." He replied "thanks" and headed out to catch the bus. Meanwhile, she had changed outfits into something that was comfortable and was straightening her hair. Alright, why not? In the end, I had two satisfied kids, no tears, and on-time arrivals at school. And hey, there are always picture retakes in November.
My casual day continued as I pushed more laundry through the cycles and played FB games. by noon, I had not exercised yet, so I went out for a few laps around the block - 30 minutes later, covered in sweat, I went downstairs to finish my X workout. We all took the night off to just chill out.
Kat and I spent a lot of time last night (which began after her bedtime) searching through clothes to pick out what she was to wear. The shirt she had selected was the same color as the background for the photos so she would have had a floating head if she wore it. After endless changes, we settled on an outfit, it was layed out so that I could press it in the morning. Ry had his shirt selected - it just had to be ironed - and I set out looking for the only pair of shorts he owns that match it. Found it, on the bottom of the laundry pile, so I threw in a load of laundry. When morning arrived, I decided to make banana bread, it went into the oven as the kids were emerging from their showers. Ryan's bangs were clearly hanging in his eyes and I suggested that I trim them, to which you would have thought I had asked him to kiss a frog. I set the timer for the muffins and went to dry Kat's hair. After 30 minutes I remembered the banana bread, and ran downstairs. Ry admitted he heard the beeper, and shut it off. He didn't tell me, nor did he turn the stove off, or take out the bread. It was a tad overcooked (read sarcastically). Scrapped the bread and finished pressing Kat's clothes only to discover that they were now itchy and she didn't want to wear them. There was barely 5 minutes before the bus came, and I noticed there was something different about Ryan - he had cut his own hair . . . AGAIN! I let it go with a "great job on the hair cut, Ry." He replied "thanks" and headed out to catch the bus. Meanwhile, she had changed outfits into something that was comfortable and was straightening her hair. Alright, why not? In the end, I had two satisfied kids, no tears, and on-time arrivals at school. And hey, there are always picture retakes in November.
My casual day continued as I pushed more laundry through the cycles and played FB games. by noon, I had not exercised yet, so I went out for a few laps around the block - 30 minutes later, covered in sweat, I went downstairs to finish my X workout. We all took the night off to just chill out.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Days 30 and 31 - Feelings are Fickle
I woke up early Tuesday morning knowing I had a full day planned. After a couple dates with the snooze button, I got up and hit the road for an easy four miles. Good music and cool air made for a delightful morning. My protein shake and water started, it was going to be a good day.
We had a follow up appointment for Ry with his doctor to get to the bottom of his stomach pains. After some lab work, the first results look normal. I asked that they also type his blood to determine if we can make some better choices for him that is consistent with his blood type. We are still waiting for those results. He was very brave during the blood drawing, and we stopped by a local big box store for a treat (baseball cards) before returning him to school. I also arranged to pick both kids up after school because I wanted them home with me. It was a good day to hug your children a little longer.
I had two other opportunities to workout - the two hours waiting for the kids to get home and again while kat was in dance. I didn't do either. Instead, I dipped into the potato chips - the craving for salt was unbearable. I took only a portion and was able to stop. But it tasted so good. I opted to skip the pork and pre-made Caesar salad for dinner for a protein bar because I wasn't hungry. The extra coffee I drank earlier had made me jittery and the chips were messing with me too. I felt tired and grumpy and just wanted to curl into a little ball and go to sleep. Instead, I downloaded a show onto my tablet and planned to watch it at the dance studio - I chatted on the phone instead. I went straight to bed and finished the show before falling asleep quickly. At 10:30, I was wide awake. Ry was still awake too. I sat down with him until he fell asleep. Then, I tossed and turned for three more hours. Good news I caught up on the TV show I was trying to watch, but then just shut the alarm off for my 5:00 a.m. wake up call. No early morning walking for me today.
I chocked Wednesday up to a rest day and met Mark for dinner at a local Italian restaurant. A glass of wine and half of a chicken and pasta dish later, I felt better. It was nice to visit with him - just the two of us. Kat was at dance and Ryan was at a friend's house. I could have and should have worked out, but didn't. Oh well, pick up the pieces and move on. I logged my food, drank my water and called it a day.
"I love you, Lord, my strength." Psalm 18:1
We had a follow up appointment for Ry with his doctor to get to the bottom of his stomach pains. After some lab work, the first results look normal. I asked that they also type his blood to determine if we can make some better choices for him that is consistent with his blood type. We are still waiting for those results. He was very brave during the blood drawing, and we stopped by a local big box store for a treat (baseball cards) before returning him to school. I also arranged to pick both kids up after school because I wanted them home with me. It was a good day to hug your children a little longer.
I had two other opportunities to workout - the two hours waiting for the kids to get home and again while kat was in dance. I didn't do either. Instead, I dipped into the potato chips - the craving for salt was unbearable. I took only a portion and was able to stop. But it tasted so good. I opted to skip the pork and pre-made Caesar salad for dinner for a protein bar because I wasn't hungry. The extra coffee I drank earlier had made me jittery and the chips were messing with me too. I felt tired and grumpy and just wanted to curl into a little ball and go to sleep. Instead, I downloaded a show onto my tablet and planned to watch it at the dance studio - I chatted on the phone instead. I went straight to bed and finished the show before falling asleep quickly. At 10:30, I was wide awake. Ry was still awake too. I sat down with him until he fell asleep. Then, I tossed and turned for three more hours. Good news I caught up on the TV show I was trying to watch, but then just shut the alarm off for my 5:00 a.m. wake up call. No early morning walking for me today.
I chocked Wednesday up to a rest day and met Mark for dinner at a local Italian restaurant. A glass of wine and half of a chicken and pasta dish later, I felt better. It was nice to visit with him - just the two of us. Kat was at dance and Ryan was at a friend's house. I could have and should have worked out, but didn't. Oh well, pick up the pieces and move on. I logged my food, drank my water and called it a day.
"I love you, Lord, my strength." Psalm 18:1
Monday, September 10, 2012
Day 29 - Missing the Goal
Day 29 arrived and I missed my goal by 0.2 pounds. My goal was to lose 10 pounds in four weeks. I lost 9.8 and I'm pleased. I'm glad I missed the 10 pounds because I have this bad habit of quitting once I meet a goal. Miss it - even by a little - and I keep pushing.
Today I stuck with my meal plan of two shakes, a bowl of vegetable soup and a salad, and some salmon and asparagus. I also had some nachos with a little chedder cheese and finished the night with some carrot sticks and an apple. It was yummy!! Today was day two of the new workout plan - but it is one of the two videos that is carried forward. It's Insanity Cardio Power and Resistance. This workout usually kicks my butt, and I have to stop a few times to recover. Not today - although some of the intervals I was slower than the video, I didn't need one break. Wahoo!! Progress! Kat and I also completed two miles as well. Fun times.
Tomorrow is September 11th - truly a day to remember. I recall that day vividly and my heart and prayers go out to all the families and friends who lost loved ones that day.
Today I stuck with my meal plan of two shakes, a bowl of vegetable soup and a salad, and some salmon and asparagus. I also had some nachos with a little chedder cheese and finished the night with some carrot sticks and an apple. It was yummy!! Today was day two of the new workout plan - but it is one of the two videos that is carried forward. It's Insanity Cardio Power and Resistance. This workout usually kicks my butt, and I have to stop a few times to recover. Not today - although some of the intervals I was slower than the video, I didn't need one break. Wahoo!! Progress! Kat and I also completed two miles as well. Fun times.
Tomorrow is September 11th - truly a day to remember. I recall that day vividly and my heart and prayers go out to all the families and friends who lost loved ones that day.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Days 28 - Holding the Line
This weekend when I weighed in (unofficially) I was less than a half pound from my goal. Time to stay the course. I made sure to eat every few hours, eat a balanced diet, drink my water and work out.
After Ry's soccer game, my husband asked if we wanted to go out to eat. While this is a rare treat - dinner out - I knew that I could not find something that would help me today. My thoughts ran wild with the "you're so close, one dinner out won't hurt." But, I stayed true, went home and finished my meal plan.
Today was also the start of the next two weeks of videos. I admit that I have yet to be diligent enough over the past few years to even make it this far. So, while I did not complete the first four weeks as diligently as I had hoped, I'm pressing on with the plan. So, in went the Chest, Shoulder and Tricep video. It is a non-stop workout using various push-ups (chest) shoulder and tricep exercises. I could barely push myself up at the end. I'm sure I'll be feeling this tomorrow. The Insanity Cardio Abs routine was not any easier, but I hung in there as long as I could and took breaks as needed. While I didn't burn as many calories as I would have if I had done a more cardio-focused workout, my food choices didn't mandate this. I'm content to log my food, my exercise and gear up for my last 4 glasses of water before bed.
My reading over the next two weeks takes us through the book of Exodus and the death of Jesus as shared by Matthew. As Genesis came to a close, the Isrealite people had grown from one family, with twelve sons, into a nation of thousands. Because of the famine, the family had moved from their home in and around Caanon to Egypt. As they multiplied and the Egyptian leaders who had shown them favor died, they all fell into slavery. The leaders were worried that if they grew any larger as a nation that they would overthrow them, so an order went out to kill all the newborn boys, but the girls could live. By the grace of God, Moses's mother placed him into the Nile as the daughter of Pharoh was nearby. She found him and when Moses's sister approached her and asked if Pharoh's daughter wanted her to find a wetnurse for the baby, she found the baby's mother, who was able to nurse her own son, and keep him safe. Over the next few weeks, Moses will lead the Israelites out of Egypt and into the land that God gave them.
After Ry's soccer game, my husband asked if we wanted to go out to eat. While this is a rare treat - dinner out - I knew that I could not find something that would help me today. My thoughts ran wild with the "you're so close, one dinner out won't hurt." But, I stayed true, went home and finished my meal plan.
Today was also the start of the next two weeks of videos. I admit that I have yet to be diligent enough over the past few years to even make it this far. So, while I did not complete the first four weeks as diligently as I had hoped, I'm pressing on with the plan. So, in went the Chest, Shoulder and Tricep video. It is a non-stop workout using various push-ups (chest) shoulder and tricep exercises. I could barely push myself up at the end. I'm sure I'll be feeling this tomorrow. The Insanity Cardio Abs routine was not any easier, but I hung in there as long as I could and took breaks as needed. While I didn't burn as many calories as I would have if I had done a more cardio-focused workout, my food choices didn't mandate this. I'm content to log my food, my exercise and gear up for my last 4 glasses of water before bed.
My reading over the next two weeks takes us through the book of Exodus and the death of Jesus as shared by Matthew. As Genesis came to a close, the Isrealite people had grown from one family, with twelve sons, into a nation of thousands. Because of the famine, the family had moved from their home in and around Caanon to Egypt. As they multiplied and the Egyptian leaders who had shown them favor died, they all fell into slavery. The leaders were worried that if they grew any larger as a nation that they would overthrow them, so an order went out to kill all the newborn boys, but the girls could live. By the grace of God, Moses's mother placed him into the Nile as the daughter of Pharoh was nearby. She found him and when Moses's sister approached her and asked if Pharoh's daughter wanted her to find a wetnurse for the baby, she found the baby's mother, who was able to nurse her own son, and keep him safe. Over the next few weeks, Moses will lead the Israelites out of Egypt and into the land that God gave them.
Days 26 and 27 - EEE
Day 26 arrived with startling news. Apparently our town lost a horse to the EEE disease - Eastern Equine Encephalitis. This is a virus that is spread through the bite of an infected mosquito. My first question to the kids, who were practicing soccer last night until 7:30 was "do you have any bug bites?" Yes, my daughter answered. Crap! I learned that symptoms don't appear for three to ten days. And the virus is almost always fatal.
My first thought was prayer - obviously - and prayed that both kids would be protected from any infected mosquitos.
Our town has taken this threat very seriously and cancelled all practices on town fields after 6:00 p.m. Bonus - night off for Ryan. But now there are no after dinner walks or runs and no chit chats with neighbors until the sun goes down. It's inside by dusk, and covered in bug spray by day. Since the day was filled with work matters and practice was cancelled, I decided to do a workout video instead - my kenpo x. It is a fun and powerful workout and I was glad I did it.
On Saturday I was pleased to still find Deep Woods Off on the shelves of the local store. I bought two - since this will continue until the first hard freeze. As we prepared for soccer games, I checked the local weather and learned there was a tornado watch for our area. Are they kidding me? More prayer. Mark was out with friends at a sportsman club shooting God knows what. I had made arrangements for K to go home with a teammate since Ry had a game in another town. But, I wanted each child to have a parent with them, and was pleased that Mark cut his fabulous day short to meet our daughter on the field. Luckily for everyone, no rain, no tornado, and by the time the thunderstorm came through we were all safely inside our home.
All day long, however, I was dogged with nagging thoughts of "what if." I had to fight to reaffirm my faith that God was in charge of the mosquito bite on Kat's leg and the weather outside. I had to have faith that we were going to be okay. The words of Jesus came back to me ... "you of little faith." I'm remaining firm. When I was first saved, I began to pray for faith. I then encountered opportunities - difficult opportunities - where I could nothing but wait and have faith that God would take care of things. My faith has grown over the years. It is still uncomfortable waiting, but I'm learning and growing to rely on God. I am grateful that when I have to face such scary things as EEE and tornados, I have a personal knowledge of God and a friend in Jesus to say "I'm really scared, but I trust you, please protect my family." Then I have faith that He will.
Because I was behind in my reading, I failed to see that today's Psalm reading read "Keep me safe, my God, for in you I take refuge." Psalm 16:1. It continues with "Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, becaues you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay." Psalm 16:9-10. Had I been up-to-date, I would like to think that I would have rested better.
My first thought was prayer - obviously - and prayed that both kids would be protected from any infected mosquitos.
Our town has taken this threat very seriously and cancelled all practices on town fields after 6:00 p.m. Bonus - night off for Ryan. But now there are no after dinner walks or runs and no chit chats with neighbors until the sun goes down. It's inside by dusk, and covered in bug spray by day. Since the day was filled with work matters and practice was cancelled, I decided to do a workout video instead - my kenpo x. It is a fun and powerful workout and I was glad I did it.
On Saturday I was pleased to still find Deep Woods Off on the shelves of the local store. I bought two - since this will continue until the first hard freeze. As we prepared for soccer games, I checked the local weather and learned there was a tornado watch for our area. Are they kidding me? More prayer. Mark was out with friends at a sportsman club shooting God knows what. I had made arrangements for K to go home with a teammate since Ry had a game in another town. But, I wanted each child to have a parent with them, and was pleased that Mark cut his fabulous day short to meet our daughter on the field. Luckily for everyone, no rain, no tornado, and by the time the thunderstorm came through we were all safely inside our home.
All day long, however, I was dogged with nagging thoughts of "what if." I had to fight to reaffirm my faith that God was in charge of the mosquito bite on Kat's leg and the weather outside. I had to have faith that we were going to be okay. The words of Jesus came back to me ... "you of little faith." I'm remaining firm. When I was first saved, I began to pray for faith. I then encountered opportunities - difficult opportunities - where I could nothing but wait and have faith that God would take care of things. My faith has grown over the years. It is still uncomfortable waiting, but I'm learning and growing to rely on God. I am grateful that when I have to face such scary things as EEE and tornados, I have a personal knowledge of God and a friend in Jesus to say "I'm really scared, but I trust you, please protect my family." Then I have faith that He will.
Because I was behind in my reading, I failed to see that today's Psalm reading read "Keep me safe, my God, for in you I take refuge." Psalm 16:1. It continues with "Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, becaues you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay." Psalm 16:9-10. Had I been up-to-date, I would like to think that I would have rested better.
Eating Goal Weeks 5 and 6
The only goal I can be sure of is logging my food in My Fitness Pal.
I've been toying in my head with all of the options and what makes a good meal plan.
I know that I need to eat at least four times per day. I know that I need to consume a post-workout shake that has less than 6 grams of fat. I know that I need to drink at least 100 ounces of water. The rest is a bit open ended.
This week I have my protein shakes - three choices of flavors, cookies and cream, chocolate and chocolate peanut-butter. I have some mint Cliff bars and protein bars. This are good meal replacement choices when I'm not really hungry, but know its time to eat. I also bought some salad and other mixed greens. I also have some canned tuna, which I can put on the salad to break up the constant salad taste - I tire easily of salads, especially when I omit the salad dressing. I also have some vegetable and lentil soups that are also low in sodium. Hopefully, this will keep things interesting for the next two weeks as I head into the half marathon.
I've been toying in my head with all of the options and what makes a good meal plan.
I know that I need to eat at least four times per day. I know that I need to consume a post-workout shake that has less than 6 grams of fat. I know that I need to drink at least 100 ounces of water. The rest is a bit open ended.
This week I have my protein shakes - three choices of flavors, cookies and cream, chocolate and chocolate peanut-butter. I have some mint Cliff bars and protein bars. This are good meal replacement choices when I'm not really hungry, but know its time to eat. I also bought some salad and other mixed greens. I also have some canned tuna, which I can put on the salad to break up the constant salad taste - I tire easily of salads, especially when I omit the salad dressing. I also have some vegetable and lentil soups that are also low in sodium. Hopefully, this will keep things interesting for the next two weeks as I head into the half marathon.
Reading Goal Weeks 5 and 6
Exodus 9:1 - Exodus 36:38
Matthew 20:1 - Matthew 27:10
Psalm 17:6 - Psalm 20:9
Matthew 20:1 - Matthew 27:10
Psalm 17:6 - Psalm 20:9
Exercise Goals for Week 5/6
I have not been as committed to my exercise these last few days, so I really need to kick it up a notch.
Week 5/6 of the P90X and Insanity Hybrid workout is on the docket these next two weeks.
Sunday: P90X Chest/Shoulders/Triceps plus Insanity Cardio Abs
Monday: Insanity Power and Resistance - 3 mile run
Tuesday: P90X Back and Bicep plus Insanity Cardio Abs
Wednesday: Long run - 16 miles for week 5, 6 miles for week 6
Thursday: P90X Legs and Back plus Insanity Cardio Abs
Friday: Insanity Pure Cardio - 2 mile speed run
Saturday: P90X Stretch - week 5 - Half Marathon week 6
My goal is to complete 20 of the 24 listed workouts
My weight loss goal is 5 more pounds by September 24th
UPDATE: By September 24th, I was down 4 pounds. I didn't quite hit the goal, but I was close. I only managed to do 2 Insanity workouts and 1 P90X workouts. But I ran 49 miles over these past two weeks, and had a few gym workouts too.
Week 5/6 of the P90X and Insanity Hybrid workout is on the docket these next two weeks.
Sunday: P90X Chest/Shoulders/Triceps plus Insanity Cardio Abs
Monday: Insanity Power and Resistance - 3 mile run
Tuesday: P90X Back and Bicep plus Insanity Cardio Abs
Wednesday: Long run - 16 miles for week 5, 6 miles for week 6
Thursday: P90X Legs and Back plus Insanity Cardio Abs
Friday: Insanity Pure Cardio - 2 mile speed run
Saturday: P90X Stretch - week 5 - Half Marathon week 6
My goal is to complete 20 of the 24 listed workouts
My weight loss goal is 5 more pounds by September 24th
UPDATE: By September 24th, I was down 4 pounds. I didn't quite hit the goal, but I was close. I only managed to do 2 Insanity workouts and 1 P90X workouts. But I ran 49 miles over these past two weeks, and had a few gym workouts too.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Day 25 - Praying with Faith
Day 25 arrived without me jumping out of bed.
With a coffee in hand and the kids safely on the bus, I proceeded to chat with a neighbor for about an hour. We laughed and shared stories. It was a great way to start the day. I also worked and had lunch with a colleague. Again, it was good to catch up and share stories. Both of these women add great value to me and I am grateful for them.
I worked late trying to finish a project, brought Kat to soccer practice and chatted with her for a little while about school. By bedtime, my food choices were smart and realistic. I was still willing to munch, so I made some Ezekiel toast. It hit the spot. I continued to drink some extra water so as not to be tempted to invade the Hostess products.
I learned the following day that our town has issued a critical level warning about EEE in the area. Its a mosquito borne illness similar to West Nile Virus. I admit, I was frightened when I learned that Kat got bit by a mosquito at soccer practice, which went way past dusk. My research shows that it is a very rare disease. I pray that whatever bit Kat was not carrying anything at all. I've been praying.
The scripture today talks about Jesus healing a demon-possessed child when his disciples could not heal him. He told his disciples that they were not able to heal him because they had so little faith. He said "if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, "Move from here to there," and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20-21. I'm claiming that promise and praying with faith that Kat will be okay. Practice has been cancelled until the first frost in the area. I'm not disappointed about that. Until then, its Deep Woods Off for us.
"Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart." Proverbs 3:3
With a coffee in hand and the kids safely on the bus, I proceeded to chat with a neighbor for about an hour. We laughed and shared stories. It was a great way to start the day. I also worked and had lunch with a colleague. Again, it was good to catch up and share stories. Both of these women add great value to me and I am grateful for them.
I worked late trying to finish a project, brought Kat to soccer practice and chatted with her for a little while about school. By bedtime, my food choices were smart and realistic. I was still willing to munch, so I made some Ezekiel toast. It hit the spot. I continued to drink some extra water so as not to be tempted to invade the Hostess products.
I learned the following day that our town has issued a critical level warning about EEE in the area. Its a mosquito borne illness similar to West Nile Virus. I admit, I was frightened when I learned that Kat got bit by a mosquito at soccer practice, which went way past dusk. My research shows that it is a very rare disease. I pray that whatever bit Kat was not carrying anything at all. I've been praying.
The scripture today talks about Jesus healing a demon-possessed child when his disciples could not heal him. He told his disciples that they were not able to heal him because they had so little faith. He said "if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, "Move from here to there," and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20-21. I'm claiming that promise and praying with faith that Kat will be okay. Practice has been cancelled until the first frost in the area. I'm not disappointed about that. Until then, its Deep Woods Off for us.
"Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart." Proverbs 3:3
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Day 24 - Leaning not on my own understanding
Day 24 started with a thunderstorm. The remnants of Hurricane Isaac had worked its way here and a thunderstorm was among us. I decided to sleep a little longer and drive the kids to school. As we drove there, the rain poured down. A silent prayer went up to heaven asking for reprieve from the rain so the kids would not get drenched as they walked to the front door. As we turned on the last street, the rain slowed to just a spinkle. Praise God!!
Since some of the schools in town were without power, I decided to work from home today in case school was dismissed early. I've also been pretty good about staying on a healthy diet and logging my food. I haven't exercised yet, and I keep looking at the clock to determine what to do before the kids get home. I should do my P90X video and stick with the schedule, but I procrastinated and opted to catch up on my reading, update prior blog posts and do laundry instead.
As I read about Joseph's faith, and saw how the Israelites ended up in Egypt, (setting the stage for Moses' Exodus) I switched load after load of laundry. By the time I made it to Proverbs 3, I came upon a familiar verse. "Trust in the Lord your God and lean not on your own understanding." Proverbs 3:5-6. This verse has held many meanings for me over the years. Today it reminded me that I can't get lazy. Clearly, leaning on my own understanding was not going to get me thin. Finally, at 2:30 I opted for a 30 minute walk/run. Wouldn't you know it the phone rang. Mark was calling to fill me in on some important things. I switched the call to my cell and walked and listened. 30 minutes later, at least I had done something.
The skies had cleared up and Ry had soccer practice, one of the other moms, who is also training for a half marathon, offered to stay so I could get to the gym. Once there, all of the eliptical machines were used. Crud! I opted for a treadmill and began the walk/run cycle increasing the speed each run. When I transitioned from the 4.0 mph speed down to a 3.2 walk, the shins splints returned. Darn treadmill. I have been training on the road for miles the last several weeks without shin splints - 8 minutes on the treadmill and they're back. I opted to just walk the rest of the work out (3 miles) to avoid further injury. In the end, it was not the workout day I had hoped, but it was over an hour of exercise and a great reason to keep drinking my water.
My post-workout dinner was lentil, mushroom and vegetable soup. I'm started to warm up to this soup. It is certainly more filling that just plain tomato soup, and does not conflict with my bloodtype. I also had the opportunity today, since I was home, to eat two egg sandwiches. I use egg whites, a little chedder cheese, and two slices of Ezekiel bread and a teaspoon of ketchup. It's really yummy. My post workout shake and my soup rounded out a great food day.
"Trust in the Lord your God, and lean not on your own understanding." Proverbs 3:5-6
Since some of the schools in town were without power, I decided to work from home today in case school was dismissed early. I've also been pretty good about staying on a healthy diet and logging my food. I haven't exercised yet, and I keep looking at the clock to determine what to do before the kids get home. I should do my P90X video and stick with the schedule, but I procrastinated and opted to catch up on my reading, update prior blog posts and do laundry instead.
As I read about Joseph's faith, and saw how the Israelites ended up in Egypt, (setting the stage for Moses' Exodus) I switched load after load of laundry. By the time I made it to Proverbs 3, I came upon a familiar verse. "Trust in the Lord your God and lean not on your own understanding." Proverbs 3:5-6. This verse has held many meanings for me over the years. Today it reminded me that I can't get lazy. Clearly, leaning on my own understanding was not going to get me thin. Finally, at 2:30 I opted for a 30 minute walk/run. Wouldn't you know it the phone rang. Mark was calling to fill me in on some important things. I switched the call to my cell and walked and listened. 30 minutes later, at least I had done something.
The skies had cleared up and Ry had soccer practice, one of the other moms, who is also training for a half marathon, offered to stay so I could get to the gym. Once there, all of the eliptical machines were used. Crud! I opted for a treadmill and began the walk/run cycle increasing the speed each run. When I transitioned from the 4.0 mph speed down to a 3.2 walk, the shins splints returned. Darn treadmill. I have been training on the road for miles the last several weeks without shin splints - 8 minutes on the treadmill and they're back. I opted to just walk the rest of the work out (3 miles) to avoid further injury. In the end, it was not the workout day I had hoped, but it was over an hour of exercise and a great reason to keep drinking my water.
My post-workout dinner was lentil, mushroom and vegetable soup. I'm started to warm up to this soup. It is certainly more filling that just plain tomato soup, and does not conflict with my bloodtype. I also had the opportunity today, since I was home, to eat two egg sandwiches. I use egg whites, a little chedder cheese, and two slices of Ezekiel bread and a teaspoon of ketchup. It's really yummy. My post workout shake and my soup rounded out a great food day.
"Trust in the Lord your God, and lean not on your own understanding." Proverbs 3:5-6
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Eating Goal - Week 3 & 4 - updated
This past week my plan of eating the same things each day failed, and I let myself eat more freely so long as I stayed within the calories of MFP. There was a lot of freedom in that. And it was pretty successful. By day 14, I'm down 6.4 pounds.
I set a goal of 3.6 pounds - nothing like round numbers. This morning (day 29) I was down 3.4, so 9.8 all together. My goal for the next two weeks is another 5.2 pounds. I know this is an agressive number, but I do have my race this week. And, since the town has shut down the practice fields, after school outdoor activities have been cancelled. This means there is no excuse for getting the video portion of my workout done. Let's see what I can do.
I set a goal of 3.6 pounds - nothing like round numbers. This morning (day 29) I was down 3.4, so 9.8 all together. My goal for the next two weeks is another 5.2 pounds. I know this is an agressive number, but I do have my race this week. And, since the town has shut down the practice fields, after school outdoor activities have been cancelled. This means there is no excuse for getting the video portion of my workout done. Let's see what I can do.
Day 23 - the next leg of the journey
Today is Day 23 for me and Day 1 for Karen on the next leg of the journey.
I reread her final post in her first blog and reread her first couple of posts on her new blog. I'm excited to see that the whole familly is joining them on a more healthy lifestyle. I'm looking forward to hearing how they do and I empathize with her first day back at the gym.... yes, I'm afraid "ouch" may be correct.
I'm also excited to implement all that I learned from last year and I'm using this excitement to push me forward. It even propelled me out of bed for an early morning run. I set my timer for 30 minutes and decided to see how many times I could run around the block. I guessed I could make it three times in 30 minutes. About 10 minutes into it, I added a sprint from my driveway to the top of the street. I'm guess this is about 200 meters. By the half way point of lap two, my neighbor let her dog out. I picked up the pace and ran by - no need to tempt the electric fence - and ran to the top of the street. By the time I finished lap three (sans dog) I still had 5 minutes to go, I considered a smaller lap, but then said I would walk to the end, and then run home. It took me 32 minutes to complete 4 laps. My goal tomorrow is to complete the 4 laps within the 30 minutes.
I returned to my office today - surprised that I didn't forget how to get there. I brought my soup with me and drank all of my water. I am also sticking to a more liquid diet today - 2 protein shakes per day, two cups of soup, and some raw fruits and vegetables. I'm enjoying some lentil vegetable soup as I type. This is a big improvement, becaues I'm not typically a fan of lentils. They remind me too much of lima beans. Ick!! But, the soup is warm and tasty. I see that Karen also prepared her vegetable lentil soup. Maybe, if I ask nicely, she will share her recipe again. PLEASSSEEEEE!
I'm also increasing my water volume to 120 ounces per day. By bedtime I felt like I could float. I knew I should eat more food, but only managed a cup of baby carrots before taking some herbal digestive capsules before bed. I awoke about 45 minutes later with a horrible burning feeling in my gut and immediately regretted not eating more. I knew that the only way to combat this was to drink and eat. I could barely drink the glass of water I had. I knew that I needed to refill it, but the pain prevented me from even getting up. Scanning the room I knew we had no food. I crawled to the faucet and refilled the water and could not swallow it. This was bad and I knew it. I tried to call Mark, but there was no voice. I managed to get back to where he was sleeping. Luckily, he woke up quickly and was able to get me some bread and milk. Five minutes later, the burning pain was gone and I was so grateful. Rest came quickly.
I reread her final post in her first blog and reread her first couple of posts on her new blog. I'm excited to see that the whole familly is joining them on a more healthy lifestyle. I'm looking forward to hearing how they do and I empathize with her first day back at the gym.... yes, I'm afraid "ouch" may be correct.
I'm also excited to implement all that I learned from last year and I'm using this excitement to push me forward. It even propelled me out of bed for an early morning run. I set my timer for 30 minutes and decided to see how many times I could run around the block. I guessed I could make it three times in 30 minutes. About 10 minutes into it, I added a sprint from my driveway to the top of the street. I'm guess this is about 200 meters. By the half way point of lap two, my neighbor let her dog out. I picked up the pace and ran by - no need to tempt the electric fence - and ran to the top of the street. By the time I finished lap three (sans dog) I still had 5 minutes to go, I considered a smaller lap, but then said I would walk to the end, and then run home. It took me 32 minutes to complete 4 laps. My goal tomorrow is to complete the 4 laps within the 30 minutes.
I returned to my office today - surprised that I didn't forget how to get there. I brought my soup with me and drank all of my water. I am also sticking to a more liquid diet today - 2 protein shakes per day, two cups of soup, and some raw fruits and vegetables. I'm enjoying some lentil vegetable soup as I type. This is a big improvement, becaues I'm not typically a fan of lentils. They remind me too much of lima beans. Ick!! But, the soup is warm and tasty. I see that Karen also prepared her vegetable lentil soup. Maybe, if I ask nicely, she will share her recipe again. PLEASSSEEEEE!
I'm also increasing my water volume to 120 ounces per day. By bedtime I felt like I could float. I knew I should eat more food, but only managed a cup of baby carrots before taking some herbal digestive capsules before bed. I awoke about 45 minutes later with a horrible burning feeling in my gut and immediately regretted not eating more. I knew that the only way to combat this was to drink and eat. I could barely drink the glass of water I had. I knew that I needed to refill it, but the pain prevented me from even getting up. Scanning the room I knew we had no food. I crawled to the faucet and refilled the water and could not swallow it. This was bad and I knew it. I tried to call Mark, but there was no voice. I managed to get back to where he was sleeping. Luckily, he woke up quickly and was able to get me some bread and milk. Five minutes later, the burning pain was gone and I was so grateful. Rest came quickly.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Day 22 - my last day off
Day 22 brought an early-morning meeting at Panera Bread.
I selected the power sandwich instead of the cinnemon crunch bagel and creamed cheese and black coffee. Nice recovery from the carb cravings that plagued me since my pasta the night before. All of that went down the toilet when my lunch consisted of a margarita and a two-day old cupcake. Not the lunch of champions, but comfort food. I caught up with some of my reading and filled in a few days of this blog. Mark and I finished the deck - and I'm so proud of him for his efforts and hard work. We worked as the kids played water ball and a new bouncing game. Dinner wasn't much better than my sugar filled lunch - a hot dog, relish, carrot sticks and grapes, with a large glass of water. I refused to munch late into the night and sleep found me quickly.
As I reflect on the story of Joseph, I am reminded on second chances. Joseph was the eldest son of Rachel and Jacob. He was the favorite son and treated well by his parents. He had eleven brothers, one of who was named Judah. Joseph could also interpret dreams. As a child, he had a dream that his brothers would bow down to him. This statement naturally raised resentment in his brothers. When they saw an opportunity, they threw Joseph into a cistern and ignored his cries for help while they plotted to kill him. Judah, the fourth eldest child born of Leah and Jacob, convinced his brothers not to kill Joseph, but instead convinced them to sell him as a slave. Fast forward several years to when Joseph had risen to a position of power in Egypt, and famine was all around. His brothers came to him to purchase food and bowed down to him because they did not recognize him. Joseph querried them about their father (who was also Joseph's father) and his younger brother, Benjamin. He also convinced them to bring Benjamin to Egypt. Now, Jacob (the father) did not want to send Benjamin to Egypt, because he was the only remaining son of his beloved Rachel. Judah, promised his father he would protect Benjamin and bring him home safely. Joseph secretly arranged to have a silver cup placed in Benjamin's sack of food, and then sent his men out to bring Benjamin back accusing him of stealing. Judah spoke up on Benjamin's behalf and begged that Joseph accept Judah instead as a slave so that Benjamin could return safely to their father, but his father loved him so much and he did not want to disappoint his father - knowing how much his father suffered because Joseph was taken away. Just as Judah have Joseph a second chance at life - even as a slave, Joseph gave Judah a second chance by allowing Benjamin to return. This willingness by Judah to lay down his own life to please his father and save his brother is what Jesus did for all of us. While I cannot confirm, I do not believe it is coincidence that Jesus's bloodline is traced back to Judah himself.
This year, I'm also given a second chance to be more healthy in terms of eating and exercising. I hope that I don't squander it like I did last year. I hope and pray that the knowledge that I learned last year, and my trust that through Jesus, all things are possible, will be sufficient to overcome the obstacles and allow me to finally get the weight off.
"But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation." Psalm 13:5
I selected the power sandwich instead of the cinnemon crunch bagel and creamed cheese and black coffee. Nice recovery from the carb cravings that plagued me since my pasta the night before. All of that went down the toilet when my lunch consisted of a margarita and a two-day old cupcake. Not the lunch of champions, but comfort food. I caught up with some of my reading and filled in a few days of this blog. Mark and I finished the deck - and I'm so proud of him for his efforts and hard work. We worked as the kids played water ball and a new bouncing game. Dinner wasn't much better than my sugar filled lunch - a hot dog, relish, carrot sticks and grapes, with a large glass of water. I refused to munch late into the night and sleep found me quickly.
As I reflect on the story of Joseph, I am reminded on second chances. Joseph was the eldest son of Rachel and Jacob. He was the favorite son and treated well by his parents. He had eleven brothers, one of who was named Judah. Joseph could also interpret dreams. As a child, he had a dream that his brothers would bow down to him. This statement naturally raised resentment in his brothers. When they saw an opportunity, they threw Joseph into a cistern and ignored his cries for help while they plotted to kill him. Judah, the fourth eldest child born of Leah and Jacob, convinced his brothers not to kill Joseph, but instead convinced them to sell him as a slave. Fast forward several years to when Joseph had risen to a position of power in Egypt, and famine was all around. His brothers came to him to purchase food and bowed down to him because they did not recognize him. Joseph querried them about their father (who was also Joseph's father) and his younger brother, Benjamin. He also convinced them to bring Benjamin to Egypt. Now, Jacob (the father) did not want to send Benjamin to Egypt, because he was the only remaining son of his beloved Rachel. Judah, promised his father he would protect Benjamin and bring him home safely. Joseph secretly arranged to have a silver cup placed in Benjamin's sack of food, and then sent his men out to bring Benjamin back accusing him of stealing. Judah spoke up on Benjamin's behalf and begged that Joseph accept Judah instead as a slave so that Benjamin could return safely to their father, but his father loved him so much and he did not want to disappoint his father - knowing how much his father suffered because Joseph was taken away. Just as Judah have Joseph a second chance at life - even as a slave, Joseph gave Judah a second chance by allowing Benjamin to return. This willingness by Judah to lay down his own life to please his father and save his brother is what Jesus did for all of us. While I cannot confirm, I do not believe it is coincidence that Jesus's bloodline is traced back to Judah himself.
This year, I'm also given a second chance to be more healthy in terms of eating and exercising. I hope that I don't squander it like I did last year. I hope and pray that the knowledge that I learned last year, and my trust that through Jesus, all things are possible, will be sufficient to overcome the obstacles and allow me to finally get the weight off.
"But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation." Psalm 13:5
Day 21 - Bring on the Carbs
Day 21 brought a late-morning start and the rush to get to church. I had to pick Kat up from her sleep-over and get to church on time.
The sermon was all about communion and the blessings of sharing a meal. While I have not reached the books of the old testament which discuss all the dos and don'ts of food, I know that we are not under those rules. In the old testament, God set forth restrictions on certain foods such as pork or shellfish. In the new testament, He takes those restrictions away. Because Jesus came to save everyone, not just the Jewish nation, he wanted everyone to be able to sit and have a meal together without the restrictions of clean and unclean foods. I enjoyed it.
I failed to finish any workout videos today, opting instead to help Mark with the deck. We finished the rails of the deck and were invited to meet our friends for dinner at the restaurant around the corner, with all of the excellent Italian food. I struggled with the temptation - do I eat what I want or do I find something that fits my plan. I mentally reasoned that I shouldn't indulge because my exercise has stunk, but countered that with "but Karen and I are starting fresh on Tuesday." That rationale won out and I enjoyed penne gorganzola. I did not take the extra home - no sense being tempted later. I also skipped any alcohol, opting for only water. The company was fantastic and I enjoyed good conversation, lots of laughter, and a fun night out.
The sermon was all about communion and the blessings of sharing a meal. While I have not reached the books of the old testament which discuss all the dos and don'ts of food, I know that we are not under those rules. In the old testament, God set forth restrictions on certain foods such as pork or shellfish. In the new testament, He takes those restrictions away. Because Jesus came to save everyone, not just the Jewish nation, he wanted everyone to be able to sit and have a meal together without the restrictions of clean and unclean foods. I enjoyed it.
I failed to finish any workout videos today, opting instead to help Mark with the deck. We finished the rails of the deck and were invited to meet our friends for dinner at the restaurant around the corner, with all of the excellent Italian food. I struggled with the temptation - do I eat what I want or do I find something that fits my plan. I mentally reasoned that I shouldn't indulge because my exercise has stunk, but countered that with "but Karen and I are starting fresh on Tuesday." That rationale won out and I enjoyed penne gorganzola. I did not take the extra home - no sense being tempted later. I also skipped any alcohol, opting for only water. The company was fantastic and I enjoyed good conversation, lots of laughter, and a fun night out.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Day 20 - Good Friends
Day 20 brought a very busy day.
The house awoke to lots of laughter and fun as the cousins all played well together. The girls put on a fashion show while the boys broke out their DS games - something Ry hasn't played with for a while. No one wanted to go swimming, which was fine with me as I had laundry and de-cluttering to attend to. After my sister-in-law retrieved her little ones, and my quick trip to the corner farmstand, the countdown was on until the house would once again be filled with laughter and kids.
I didn't exercise - unless you count housework. I also indulged in a pomegratant margarita (or two). It was great to catch up with good friends for a visit which, unfortunately because of distance, occurs only once per year. Lots of inside jokes, laughter and good-natured fun was had by all. Kat had fun "babysitting" the little ones. I recall when we first moved into our neighborhood, how much I appreciated the young tweens who entertained my then-toddlers while I visited with the adults. It was especially nice to watch Ry and his friend Gabe have so much fun. Clearly the water is a common interest and they played and laughed like long-lost best friends. I loved seeing how grown up Ava and Sophia and Jordyn are getting as the old dollhouse found a home in our living room.
My muscles were still sore from the long run and by the end of the night I was pooped. I don't think I was awake 5 minutes after my head hit the pillow. Again, I didn't read. As I'm editing this post to back fill my reading. Today was about Joseph's perserverance and faithfulness even after being sold by his brothers to a passing caravan, and wrongfully imprisoned. It is a great example of faithfulness in times of trouble. Today's reading was also about when Jesus fed the 5000 from the five loaves of bread and two fish. It is amazing what God provides to those who seek him.
"They ate and were satisfied." Matthew 14:20
The house awoke to lots of laughter and fun as the cousins all played well together. The girls put on a fashion show while the boys broke out their DS games - something Ry hasn't played with for a while. No one wanted to go swimming, which was fine with me as I had laundry and de-cluttering to attend to. After my sister-in-law retrieved her little ones, and my quick trip to the corner farmstand, the countdown was on until the house would once again be filled with laughter and kids.
I didn't exercise - unless you count housework. I also indulged in a pomegratant margarita (or two). It was great to catch up with good friends for a visit which, unfortunately because of distance, occurs only once per year. Lots of inside jokes, laughter and good-natured fun was had by all. Kat had fun "babysitting" the little ones. I recall when we first moved into our neighborhood, how much I appreciated the young tweens who entertained my then-toddlers while I visited with the adults. It was especially nice to watch Ry and his friend Gabe have so much fun. Clearly the water is a common interest and they played and laughed like long-lost best friends. I loved seeing how grown up Ava and Sophia and Jordyn are getting as the old dollhouse found a home in our living room.
My muscles were still sore from the long run and by the end of the night I was pooped. I don't think I was awake 5 minutes after my head hit the pillow. Again, I didn't read. As I'm editing this post to back fill my reading. Today was about Joseph's perserverance and faithfulness even after being sold by his brothers to a passing caravan, and wrongfully imprisoned. It is a great example of faithfulness in times of trouble. Today's reading was also about when Jesus fed the 5000 from the five loaves of bread and two fish. It is amazing what God provides to those who seek him.
"They ate and were satisfied." Matthew 14:20
Day 19 - Knowing your strengths and weaknesses
Day 19 brought a day of housework and finishing up work projects. I haven't been back in my office in a few weeks. Frankly, I have enjoyed the solitude and freedom of my home office.
Tonight my niece and three nephews are spending the night and tomorrow our good friends are coming over for a much-anticipated visit. It will be the first time since Thanksgiving time that we have all been together. I managed only a thirty minute walk and some housework as my exercise, and I tapped into the margarita mix. I also indulged in four pieces of pizza. I didn't care, I just enjoyed it. Carbs and drinks are not a solution to stress, and I typically regret it after, but while I'm eating - its a small slice of heaven. I also didn't read, but played catch-up over the weekend.
I was grateful that the kids all went to bed at a reasonable time, that no one got hurt and they all got along. God was smiling down on me indeed!!
Tonight my niece and three nephews are spending the night and tomorrow our good friends are coming over for a much-anticipated visit. It will be the first time since Thanksgiving time that we have all been together. I managed only a thirty minute walk and some housework as my exercise, and I tapped into the margarita mix. I also indulged in four pieces of pizza. I didn't care, I just enjoyed it. Carbs and drinks are not a solution to stress, and I typically regret it after, but while I'm eating - its a small slice of heaven. I also didn't read, but played catch-up over the weekend.
I was grateful that the kids all went to bed at a reasonable time, that no one got hurt and they all got along. God was smiling down on me indeed!!
Day 18 - Answered prayer
Day 18 brought a second day of school to the kids, an interview for Mark and an opporutnity to get together with friends.
It is not ironic that the message in Matthew was the explanation of the parable of the sower. How the farmer sows seeds on various grounds. Some seed is sown on the path, where the birds come and ate it up - this is like someone hearing the word, but not understanding it, so the evil one comes and takes the information away. Some seed is sown on the rocks, where there is not much soil. It springs up quickly, but when the sun comes, it is quickly burned up. This is when someone hears the word and accepts it with joy, but because they do not have roots, when difficulties come they quickly fall away. Other seed falls upon the thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. This is like one who hears the word, but gets trapped by the worries of life, making them unfruitful. Finally, there is the seed that falls among the good soil, it sets down roots and flourishes and produces a crop, yielding 30, 60, or 100 times what was produced.
Each year, our church does a lot with our local fair. We prepare bagged lunches for the fair workers, organize a kids' event on the first night, serve homemade pie and free soda, and prepare a full breakfast buffet on Sunday morning for the workers. It takes a lot of work and energy, but we do it because like the farmer sowing seeks, we are hoping that the seeds planted that weekend will yield results. We also prepare materials for people to take that gives some information about our church and ministries. One of the deacons asked if I would help design the information sheet. The theme of the fair is Poultry in Motion. As a long-time farming community, the theme usually centers around some farm animal or the like. We went searching for fun, free clip art and made up really cute sayings. It was a morning of laughter and fun, and by the end we had seven for the committee to choose from. We met over breakfast, and I indulged in my favorite breakfast - an omelet with chedder cheese, spinach and sundried tomatoes and sundried tomato toast. It is absolutely wonderful - a treat indeed.
I was really sore from the run the previous day, so I didn't really exercise. I've gotten out of my routine and my workout videos and I can tell the difference. My ankles swelled today and I need to drink more water.
It is not ironic that the message in Matthew was the explanation of the parable of the sower. How the farmer sows seeds on various grounds. Some seed is sown on the path, where the birds come and ate it up - this is like someone hearing the word, but not understanding it, so the evil one comes and takes the information away. Some seed is sown on the rocks, where there is not much soil. It springs up quickly, but when the sun comes, it is quickly burned up. This is when someone hears the word and accepts it with joy, but because they do not have roots, when difficulties come they quickly fall away. Other seed falls upon the thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. This is like one who hears the word, but gets trapped by the worries of life, making them unfruitful. Finally, there is the seed that falls among the good soil, it sets down roots and flourishes and produces a crop, yielding 30, 60, or 100 times what was produced.
Each year, our church does a lot with our local fair. We prepare bagged lunches for the fair workers, organize a kids' event on the first night, serve homemade pie and free soda, and prepare a full breakfast buffet on Sunday morning for the workers. It takes a lot of work and energy, but we do it because like the farmer sowing seeks, we are hoping that the seeds planted that weekend will yield results. We also prepare materials for people to take that gives some information about our church and ministries. One of the deacons asked if I would help design the information sheet. The theme of the fair is Poultry in Motion. As a long-time farming community, the theme usually centers around some farm animal or the like. We went searching for fun, free clip art and made up really cute sayings. It was a morning of laughter and fun, and by the end we had seven for the committee to choose from. We met over breakfast, and I indulged in my favorite breakfast - an omelet with chedder cheese, spinach and sundried tomatoes and sundried tomato toast. It is absolutely wonderful - a treat indeed.
I was really sore from the run the previous day, so I didn't really exercise. I've gotten out of my routine and my workout videos and I can tell the difference. My ankles swelled today and I need to drink more water.
Day 17 - Practice makes perfect
Day 17 marked the kids' first day of school. We had no problems getting everyone up and ready. The excitement of the first day and the pre-week planning all made it a smooth morning. My reading was one of my favorite passages in Matthew, which tells of Jesus explaining why he uses parables to speak to the people. He explains that knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of heaven has been given to some and not others. Many people can see and hear, but cannot perceive or understand. The more we dig for knowledge, the more God rewards us with understanding. It is music to my research ears.
I had already determined that I was going to do a practice half marathon today, so there was no use in procrastinating. The challenging thing was deciding how to hydrate and fuel during the run. In a race all of that is taken care of for you. There are water and food stations and you just throw the trash on the ground when you're done. Here, I would have to pay a fine for littering and I doubted that there would be any little water stations along the way. I brought a bottle of water, a bottle of chocolate milk, my phone and my house key. What a pain to carry that for the day.
The first two miles were all hills. I determined to hydrate every two miles and drink the milk at the half way point. I did well switching my running and walking and was keeping my 15 minute per mile pace. So long as I'm under 16 minute miles, I should be able to complete the marathon. My goal is to run a 15 minute per mile half in Salem, a 14 minute per mile half in December and a 13 minute per mile in January. By mile five I was tired and hungry. I drank the chocolate milk, which was - sad to say - warmer than I had hoped. By the half way point, I had a lot of energy and was able to run my fastest mile yet.
God's word saids that if you drink of my water, you will never thirst. I was claiming that promise because by mile 9, I was out of water, and out of gas. I regretted not bringing some fruit snacks with me. I was still ahead of my time, by a minute or two, but knew that I still had 4 miles to go and it was all in the sun. I began to think of who I knew along the way to knock on their door to refill, but no one was home. I stopped listening to the music and just started walking and praying. It was a nice welcome break. By the time I hit the 11 mile mark I was refueled, not with water or sustinance, but with adrenaline. I also took a detour into a shaded road, and began my walk/run pattern again. And a half hour later I was home - 43 minutes faster than my half marathon time in Disney. Success!!
I managed to pick up a pebble or two along the way in my shoe, and my feet were really sore. I recall a friend telling me that the best thing to do was get into cold water to reduce the inflammation from the run. Since a cold bath did not seem appealing, I just kicked off my sneakers and socks and jumped in the pool. What most people don't realize is that until that moment, I have never been in my pool. A few years ago, I had been swimming in my parent's pool, and as I climbed out the ladder, I broke it. My dad in his attempt to make me feel better said that the ladder was over twenty years old, which it was, but he had climbed in and out for over two decades with no problem. I haven't been swimming since, even in my own pool, because I don't want to repeat the same thing. But at that moment, I didn't care. The water was refreshing and I stretched and relaxed in the knowledge that I could complete the half marathon in a few weeks.
I managed to shower and headed to the kids' school to find out how their first day went. My kids are ones that readily volunteer information, I have to coax it out of them with carefully crafted questions. They were especially talkative today as we headed to my parents town to have dinner with them. It was a fun day and by evening, we were all ready for sleep.
Blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear. Matthew 13:16
I had already determined that I was going to do a practice half marathon today, so there was no use in procrastinating. The challenging thing was deciding how to hydrate and fuel during the run. In a race all of that is taken care of for you. There are water and food stations and you just throw the trash on the ground when you're done. Here, I would have to pay a fine for littering and I doubted that there would be any little water stations along the way. I brought a bottle of water, a bottle of chocolate milk, my phone and my house key. What a pain to carry that for the day.
The first two miles were all hills. I determined to hydrate every two miles and drink the milk at the half way point. I did well switching my running and walking and was keeping my 15 minute per mile pace. So long as I'm under 16 minute miles, I should be able to complete the marathon. My goal is to run a 15 minute per mile half in Salem, a 14 minute per mile half in December and a 13 minute per mile in January. By mile five I was tired and hungry. I drank the chocolate milk, which was - sad to say - warmer than I had hoped. By the half way point, I had a lot of energy and was able to run my fastest mile yet.
God's word saids that if you drink of my water, you will never thirst. I was claiming that promise because by mile 9, I was out of water, and out of gas. I regretted not bringing some fruit snacks with me. I was still ahead of my time, by a minute or two, but knew that I still had 4 miles to go and it was all in the sun. I began to think of who I knew along the way to knock on their door to refill, but no one was home. I stopped listening to the music and just started walking and praying. It was a nice welcome break. By the time I hit the 11 mile mark I was refueled, not with water or sustinance, but with adrenaline. I also took a detour into a shaded road, and began my walk/run pattern again. And a half hour later I was home - 43 minutes faster than my half marathon time in Disney. Success!!
I managed to pick up a pebble or two along the way in my shoe, and my feet were really sore. I recall a friend telling me that the best thing to do was get into cold water to reduce the inflammation from the run. Since a cold bath did not seem appealing, I just kicked off my sneakers and socks and jumped in the pool. What most people don't realize is that until that moment, I have never been in my pool. A few years ago, I had been swimming in my parent's pool, and as I climbed out the ladder, I broke it. My dad in his attempt to make me feel better said that the ladder was over twenty years old, which it was, but he had climbed in and out for over two decades with no problem. I haven't been swimming since, even in my own pool, because I don't want to repeat the same thing. But at that moment, I didn't care. The water was refreshing and I stretched and relaxed in the knowledge that I could complete the half marathon in a few weeks.
I managed to shower and headed to the kids' school to find out how their first day went. My kids are ones that readily volunteer information, I have to coax it out of them with carefully crafted questions. They were especially talkative today as we headed to my parents town to have dinner with them. It was a fun day and by evening, we were all ready for sleep.
Blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear. Matthew 13:16
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Day 16 - Taming the Tongue
Day 16 - Today was eye opening for me.
A few years ago - 2009 - I lost a lot of weight - about sixty pounds. I did it out of vanity because I wanted to look good at my high school reunion. Then, in 2010, Mark had shoulder surgery. I was kind for about a week. Then resentment and bitterness sunk in. I resented having to perform tasks and chores I believed he was still capable of doing. I resented that although he had plenty of sick time, he returned to work quickly and would not do more for me. I became bitter at having to drive him to and from therapy. I was bitter that I had to disrupt my life and schedule for him. I was bitter because when I was helpless five years earlier wrestling with fear and anxiety, he did not help me. I was selfish. I was angry. In the past I would have gossipped about him and complained. This time I stayed silent. I ate. I sat. I read books. I gained weight - 70 pounds. A year later, all of my hard work from 2009 was gone. All of the money I spent getting there, wasted. And my marriage was again hanging by a thread.
In my reading, scripture talks about Jacob wrestling with God. One night, after he sent is wives, children, and possessions ahead, he stayed behind - alone - and wrestled with a man all night. In the end, the man blessed him, but also wretched his hip. I walked with a limp after that. Jesus also verbally sparred with the Pharisees. When they accused Him of driving out demons by the help of another demon, he proclaimed that "Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand." Matthew 12:25. In 2010, I allowed myself to divide our household. Later that year, we attended FamilyLife's Weekend to Remember. We volunteer with that organization and it was the annual weekend. That first night, I suffered a pinched nerve in my neck. It was some of the worst pain I have ever felt. Pain medication didn't even touch it. One of the women attending the conference was a massage therapist. She worked on it, applied oil to it, prayed over it, and me. I cried from months of pain - not from my pinched nerve, but because I was being crushed by my internal sin. They continued to pray all weekend, they listened, they gave advice, and I followed it. Jesus also said "for the mouth speaks what the heart is full of. A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him. But I tell you that everyone will have to give an account on the day of judgment for every empty work they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemed." Matthew 12:34b-37. My thoughts and my words were not kind. I had to accept that there was evil in me.
In the months that followed, God healed my neck. He healed my marriage again. He showed me his mercy and his grace. As marriages around me fell over the next two years, I clung to God's promises and to my husband. I continue to see the challenges we all face because of our thoughts, our words, our selfishness. I pray that this time, I acknowledge God's plan for me - and follow it. I pray that I am delivered from my stress eating and that I can finally be free of the extra weight that I have allowed to hold me down over the last decade.
"My child, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding - indeed, if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God." Proverbs 2:1-5.
A few years ago - 2009 - I lost a lot of weight - about sixty pounds. I did it out of vanity because I wanted to look good at my high school reunion. Then, in 2010, Mark had shoulder surgery. I was kind for about a week. Then resentment and bitterness sunk in. I resented having to perform tasks and chores I believed he was still capable of doing. I resented that although he had plenty of sick time, he returned to work quickly and would not do more for me. I became bitter at having to drive him to and from therapy. I was bitter that I had to disrupt my life and schedule for him. I was bitter because when I was helpless five years earlier wrestling with fear and anxiety, he did not help me. I was selfish. I was angry. In the past I would have gossipped about him and complained. This time I stayed silent. I ate. I sat. I read books. I gained weight - 70 pounds. A year later, all of my hard work from 2009 was gone. All of the money I spent getting there, wasted. And my marriage was again hanging by a thread.
In my reading, scripture talks about Jacob wrestling with God. One night, after he sent is wives, children, and possessions ahead, he stayed behind - alone - and wrestled with a man all night. In the end, the man blessed him, but also wretched his hip. I walked with a limp after that. Jesus also verbally sparred with the Pharisees. When they accused Him of driving out demons by the help of another demon, he proclaimed that "Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand." Matthew 12:25. In 2010, I allowed myself to divide our household. Later that year, we attended FamilyLife's Weekend to Remember. We volunteer with that organization and it was the annual weekend. That first night, I suffered a pinched nerve in my neck. It was some of the worst pain I have ever felt. Pain medication didn't even touch it. One of the women attending the conference was a massage therapist. She worked on it, applied oil to it, prayed over it, and me. I cried from months of pain - not from my pinched nerve, but because I was being crushed by my internal sin. They continued to pray all weekend, they listened, they gave advice, and I followed it. Jesus also said "for the mouth speaks what the heart is full of. A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him. But I tell you that everyone will have to give an account on the day of judgment for every empty work they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemed." Matthew 12:34b-37. My thoughts and my words were not kind. I had to accept that there was evil in me.
In the months that followed, God healed my neck. He healed my marriage again. He showed me his mercy and his grace. As marriages around me fell over the next two years, I clung to God's promises and to my husband. I continue to see the challenges we all face because of our thoughts, our words, our selfishness. I pray that this time, I acknowledge God's plan for me - and follow it. I pray that I am delivered from my stress eating and that I can finally be free of the extra weight that I have allowed to hold me down over the last decade.
"My child, if you accept my words and store up my commands within you, turning your ear to wisdom and applying your heart to understanding - indeed, if you call out for insight and cry aloud for understanding, and if you look for it as for silver and search for it as for hidden treasure, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God." Proverbs 2:1-5.
Day 15 - Desiring Mercy
Day 15 - This is the day that we went to visit the kids' school. They each had an opportunity to look at their classrooms and get the lay of the land. Each played with a friend all day. It was nice for them to have one final play day of the summer.
I was not in the mood to continue my reading, eating or exercising. I was plainly aware of a variety of emotions today. I knew I had to get back on track, restart the routine, and keep moving forward, but in a phrase "I didn't want to." Times like this come, and when they do, I secretly hope I can eat what I want without consequence. Perhaps I can get away with it for a meal or two, but any longer than that is impossible.
Jesus was not welcomed by everyone when he roamed this earth. the religious leaders - the Pharisees - were the most educated and respected of all in that time. And, like anyone in power, they don't want to give it up. Nor do they appreciate when someone else is taking their glory or spotlight. Ever since God created the world, He designated one day of rest - the Sabbath. It is meant as a blessing for all - a day to rest and repose before facing a new week. Its a day to honor God and to enjoy family, friends and fellowship. I don't always honor the Sabbath, finding a reason to throw in a load of laundry or get some work done. In the days of Jesus, it was unlawful to do any work on the Sabbath. When one of the disciples picked some heads of grain to eat, the Pharisees saw and told Jesus his disciples were doing what was unlawful. Matthew 12:1-3. They later saw Jesus heal a man's hand on the Sabboth, which again, they believed was unlawful. Jesus explained that God desires mercy, not sacrifice and that it is lawful to do good on the Sabbath. Matthew 12:12. In fact, the whole point is to know God's love, and to show it to others, not to brag about what we are sacrificing in his name. I hope I can bring honor to Him as I share this journey I'm on.
"A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out, till he had brought justice through to victory. In his name the nations will put their hope." Matthew 12:20-21.
How great this nation could be if we could all put our hope in Jesus instead of mocking Him and the ones that hope in him.
I was not in the mood to continue my reading, eating or exercising. I was plainly aware of a variety of emotions today. I knew I had to get back on track, restart the routine, and keep moving forward, but in a phrase "I didn't want to." Times like this come, and when they do, I secretly hope I can eat what I want without consequence. Perhaps I can get away with it for a meal or two, but any longer than that is impossible.
Jesus was not welcomed by everyone when he roamed this earth. the religious leaders - the Pharisees - were the most educated and respected of all in that time. And, like anyone in power, they don't want to give it up. Nor do they appreciate when someone else is taking their glory or spotlight. Ever since God created the world, He designated one day of rest - the Sabbath. It is meant as a blessing for all - a day to rest and repose before facing a new week. Its a day to honor God and to enjoy family, friends and fellowship. I don't always honor the Sabbath, finding a reason to throw in a load of laundry or get some work done. In the days of Jesus, it was unlawful to do any work on the Sabbath. When one of the disciples picked some heads of grain to eat, the Pharisees saw and told Jesus his disciples were doing what was unlawful. Matthew 12:1-3. They later saw Jesus heal a man's hand on the Sabboth, which again, they believed was unlawful. Jesus explained that God desires mercy, not sacrifice and that it is lawful to do good on the Sabbath. Matthew 12:12. In fact, the whole point is to know God's love, and to show it to others, not to brag about what we are sacrificing in his name. I hope I can bring honor to Him as I share this journey I'm on.
"A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out, till he had brought justice through to victory. In his name the nations will put their hope." Matthew 12:20-21.
How great this nation could be if we could all put our hope in Jesus instead of mocking Him and the ones that hope in him.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Exercise Goal for Week 3 & 4 Updated
As I've learned, my running long distance on the weekend is not ideal. The kids have soccer games and other things come up. I'm shifting my schedule a bit by a day to get the long run in on Wednesdays when I'm home alone.
Sunday: P90X chest and back, Ab ripper X, C25K week 2 day 1
Monday: Insanity plyo cardio circuit, C25K week 2 day 2
Tuesday: P90X shoulders and arms, Cardio Abs, C25K week 2 day 3
Wednesday: 6.2 mile run - Insanity cardio recovery
Thursday: P90X legs and back, Ab ripper X
Friday: Insanity pure cardio
Saturday: 5K interval training
Sunday: P90X chest and back, Ab ripper X, C25K week 3 day 1
Monday: Insanity plyo cardio circuit, C25K week 3 day 2
Tuesday: P90X shoulders and arms, Cardio Abs, C25K week 3 day 3
Wednesday: 8 mile run - Insanity cardio recovery
Thursday: P90X legs and back, Ab ripper X
Friday: Insanity pure cardio
Saturday: 5K interval training
I threw this plan out the window almost as quickly as I typed it. I did only a few DVD workouts and ran a few times, including a practice half marathon. The one thing I learned is that I have to find a schedule that balances a job, kids, practices and workouts.
Sunday: P90X chest and back, Ab ripper X, C25K week 2 day 1
Monday: Insanity plyo cardio circuit, C25K week 2 day 2
Tuesday: P90X shoulders and arms, Cardio Abs, C25K week 2 day 3
Wednesday: 6.2 mile run - Insanity cardio recovery
Thursday: P90X legs and back, Ab ripper X
Friday: Insanity pure cardio
Saturday: 5K interval training
Sunday: P90X chest and back, Ab ripper X, C25K week 3 day 1
Monday: Insanity plyo cardio circuit, C25K week 3 day 2
Tuesday: P90X shoulders and arms, Cardio Abs, C25K week 3 day 3
Wednesday: 8 mile run - Insanity cardio recovery
Thursday: P90X legs and back, Ab ripper X
Friday: Insanity pure cardio
Saturday: 5K interval training
I threw this plan out the window almost as quickly as I typed it. I did only a few DVD workouts and ran a few times, including a practice half marathon. The one thing I learned is that I have to find a schedule that balances a job, kids, practices and workouts.
Reading Goal - Weeks 3 & 4 Updated
This week begins with Jacob, the son of Issac, the grandson of Abraham, fleeing from his uncle with his two wives, his children, and his flocks. In Matthew, Jesus is in the middle of his public ministry. And, I am enjoying the praises and wisdom from Psalms and Proverbs.
The Reading Plan:
Genesis 31:1 - Exodux 8:32
Matthew 12:1 - 19:30
Psalm 9:13 - 17:5
Proverbs 2:1 - 3:20
I fell behind on my reading plan, and had to play catch up on a few of the days. I found comfort in the Psalms and wisdom in the Proverbs. It has been rewarding to reread God's love story with his people and ultimately with all of us through His Son, Jesus. I'm looking forward to continuing this amazing journey.
The Reading Plan:
Genesis 31:1 - Exodux 8:32
Matthew 12:1 - 19:30
Psalm 9:13 - 17:5
Proverbs 2:1 - 3:20
I fell behind on my reading plan, and had to play catch up on a few of the days. I found comfort in the Psalms and wisdom in the Proverbs. It has been rewarding to reread God's love story with his people and ultimately with all of us through His Son, Jesus. I'm looking forward to continuing this amazing journey.
Day 14 - Rest for the Weary
Day 14 - This is the last day of my two-week challenge.
Overall, I'm pleased with my choices. Some of the positive moments include completing my reading goal, logging my food and exercise in MFP for all fourteen days, exercising on eleven days, but completing fifteen workouts, sticking within my calories on all but one day, and only having one margarita. I also managed to get a good chunk of the fishtank cleaned out. Yeah me. Some of the challenges include skipping exercise this past Thursday and Friday with no good reason other than laziness and not running longer than 6.2 miles, and having that hostess cupcake when I wasn't hungry, didn't need it and knew it didn't belong in my diet.
My reading for today shows how Jacob grew his family. His sons became the tribes of Israel. Jesus is also beginning to reveal his reason for coming and is starting to reveal Himself as the son of God.
It's not ironic that today was baptism day. When both my children were babies, we baptized them choosing special people to look after them spiritually. The church we attend does not baptize babies. Instead, they have a dedication. This is when the parents and the church agree to raise the child in the Christian faith. Baptism comes later, when one publically declares that they have chosen to follow Jesus Christ. They acknowledge that His death on the cross was sufficient to forgive them for all of their sins, and by God's grace they have been saved from hell and will enjoy eternal life with Christ in Heaven. After this public declaration, they are dunked in the water. This year, that water was at a point where two local rivers meet. It was powerful.
Kat chose a verse from 1Timothy 4:12. "Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." Although I didn't see it at the time, a friend pointed out that she did exactly what her verse said - she was an example to her dad. He was in the class with her when he decided to be baptized as well. It was a very good day.
"The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know your name trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you." Psalm 9:9-10.
Overall, I'm pleased with my choices. Some of the positive moments include completing my reading goal, logging my food and exercise in MFP for all fourteen days, exercising on eleven days, but completing fifteen workouts, sticking within my calories on all but one day, and only having one margarita. I also managed to get a good chunk of the fishtank cleaned out. Yeah me. Some of the challenges include skipping exercise this past Thursday and Friday with no good reason other than laziness and not running longer than 6.2 miles, and having that hostess cupcake when I wasn't hungry, didn't need it and knew it didn't belong in my diet.
My reading for today shows how Jacob grew his family. His sons became the tribes of Israel. Jesus is also beginning to reveal his reason for coming and is starting to reveal Himself as the son of God.
It's not ironic that today was baptism day. When both my children were babies, we baptized them choosing special people to look after them spiritually. The church we attend does not baptize babies. Instead, they have a dedication. This is when the parents and the church agree to raise the child in the Christian faith. Baptism comes later, when one publically declares that they have chosen to follow Jesus Christ. They acknowledge that His death on the cross was sufficient to forgive them for all of their sins, and by God's grace they have been saved from hell and will enjoy eternal life with Christ in Heaven. After this public declaration, they are dunked in the water. This year, that water was at a point where two local rivers meet. It was powerful.
Kat chose a verse from 1Timothy 4:12. "Don’t let anyone think less of you because you are young. Be an example to all believers in what you say, in the way you live, in your love, your faith, and your purity." Although I didn't see it at the time, a friend pointed out that she did exactly what her verse said - she was an example to her dad. He was in the class with her when he decided to be baptized as well. It was a very good day.
"The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know your name trust in you, for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who seek you." Psalm 9:9-10.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Day 13 - A Close Encounter
Day 13 began early - another 4:30 a.m. wake up. I considered going out for my long run, but elected against it. A bear ran across the road on my four-mile-run route last night after Ryan's soccer practice. I think I may just stay in my neighborhood for a while. I watched some television and had breakfast. One of my favorite breakfasts I enjoyed as a child was rice krispies with blueberries. I don't often have it because I rarely eat cereal, but the blueberries are so fresh this summer, how could I not? I managed to fall back asleep.
I also weighed in this morning. Part of me was concerned that my margarita last night would jeopardize all of my hard work, but I was pleased to know that I'm less than one-half of a pound away from my two-week goal of 5 pounds. I believe it will be easier to stay on track for the rest of the weekend. I completed another round of Kenpo X - what a fun workout and I'm more coordinated this week than I was last week. I'm sure that will continue to improve as well.
Today is the first day of soccer games for the kids. Luckily both games are in our hometown, so we don't have to travel very far. Both kids played well and started their respective seasons with a win. It was really hot and one of the team members suffered heat exhaustion. I feel badly that Kat's team won't have any subs for todays game since two girls are on vacation and she is being baptized.
Ryan is spending the night with a friend so Mark and I will have some alone time with Kat tonight to talk about her baptism tomorrow. Jesus said "Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven." I'm really proud of both Mark and Kat for choosing to be baptized. I think back to when I first started attended church in our old home town, and all those services I attended alone while he stayed home and slept. I thank God for answered prayer. One of the greatest and most challenging things I ever did was taking my hands off of Mark's relationship with God and allowed Him to do what He wanted with Mark. God's way is always better than our way. I'm grateful for his blessings.
"I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart I will tell of all your wonderful deeds." Psalm 9:1.
I also weighed in this morning. Part of me was concerned that my margarita last night would jeopardize all of my hard work, but I was pleased to know that I'm less than one-half of a pound away from my two-week goal of 5 pounds. I believe it will be easier to stay on track for the rest of the weekend. I completed another round of Kenpo X - what a fun workout and I'm more coordinated this week than I was last week. I'm sure that will continue to improve as well.
Today is the first day of soccer games for the kids. Luckily both games are in our hometown, so we don't have to travel very far. Both kids played well and started their respective seasons with a win. It was really hot and one of the team members suffered heat exhaustion. I feel badly that Kat's team won't have any subs for todays game since two girls are on vacation and she is being baptized.
Ryan is spending the night with a friend so Mark and I will have some alone time with Kat tonight to talk about her baptism tomorrow. Jesus said "Whoever acknowledges me before others, I will also acknowledge before my Father in heaven. But whoever disowns me before others, I will disown before my Father in heaven." I'm really proud of both Mark and Kat for choosing to be baptized. I think back to when I first started attended church in our old home town, and all those services I attended alone while he stayed home and slept. I thank God for answered prayer. One of the greatest and most challenging things I ever did was taking my hands off of Mark's relationship with God and allowed Him to do what He wanted with Mark. God's way is always better than our way. I'm grateful for his blessings.
"I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart I will tell of all your wonderful deeds." Psalm 9:1.
Day 12 - Wisdom's Rebuke
Day 12 began with high hopes of getting back to exercising and eating right. It ended with a margarita and a crappy night sleep. In between, I did manage to complete my work project and take Ryan to soccer. My throat was feeling better, but I had to forfeit my dinner with some ladies at church so that I didn't get anyone sick. I also didn't clean the house, do laundry, or spend much time with the kids.
Day 12 also marks the return to Proverbs. It states "How long will you who are simple love your simple ways? How long will mockers delight in mockery and fools hate knowledge? Repent at my rebuke! Then I will pour out my thoughts to you. I will make known to you my teachings." Proverbs 1:22-23
These verses were a nice reminder that my same old mindset has not produced positive results. When work gets in the way, or the road gets bumpy, resorting to no exercise and placing no limits on eating does not get me where I need to be. In fact, it is guaranteed to lead to tremendous backslidding. I must break my simple ways and start walking out the walk I'm called to do. It is the only way to have success.
" . . . but whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of harm." Proverbs 1:33
Day 12 also marks the return to Proverbs. It states "How long will you who are simple love your simple ways? How long will mockers delight in mockery and fools hate knowledge? Repent at my rebuke! Then I will pour out my thoughts to you. I will make known to you my teachings." Proverbs 1:22-23
These verses were a nice reminder that my same old mindset has not produced positive results. When work gets in the way, or the road gets bumpy, resorting to no exercise and placing no limits on eating does not get me where I need to be. In fact, it is guaranteed to lead to tremendous backslidding. I must break my simple ways and start walking out the walk I'm called to do. It is the only way to have success.
" . . . but whoever listens to me will live in safety and be at ease, without fear of harm." Proverbs 1:33
Friday, August 24, 2012
Day 11 - A good steward
Day 11 - was a day where temptation got the best of me.
One of my weaknesses is playing games on Facebook. I have a tenacious desire to conquor something new, but once I've mastered it, I become bored. One such game has dogged me for a while, and I have not been able to master it. I also use these games to occupy my mind when it is swirling with other things. One of those things was a particularly difficult assignment. Each piece of my work project I solved raised another question. As I was pursuing that, I was also interrupted by Mark and the kids each with their own wants and needs. With multiple people and things clawing at my brain, I went into shut down mode and needed a distraction - hence the Facebook game. I should have done a workout video, I could have gone for a walk, when I considered hitting the gym during Kat's soccer practice, Mark reminded me that it was the last day of the really good sales at the grocery store. When I chatted with Karen, all was in check for the day until after 10:00 when I found a box of chocolate covered peanuts and devoured them.
We are all stewards of something. A steward is one who is commissioned to oversee and execute the affairs of another. In all three readings the Bible talked about being stewards - Abraham had a steward, who was charged with finding a wife for his son. Jesus was charged with carrying out God's plan for salvation. The human race is charged with overseeing this planet and everything in it. How seriously we take our stewardship is a sign of maturity. Today, I was pretty immature.
"What is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?" Psalm 8:4.
One of my weaknesses is playing games on Facebook. I have a tenacious desire to conquor something new, but once I've mastered it, I become bored. One such game has dogged me for a while, and I have not been able to master it. I also use these games to occupy my mind when it is swirling with other things. One of those things was a particularly difficult assignment. Each piece of my work project I solved raised another question. As I was pursuing that, I was also interrupted by Mark and the kids each with their own wants and needs. With multiple people and things clawing at my brain, I went into shut down mode and needed a distraction - hence the Facebook game. I should have done a workout video, I could have gone for a walk, when I considered hitting the gym during Kat's soccer practice, Mark reminded me that it was the last day of the really good sales at the grocery store. When I chatted with Karen, all was in check for the day until after 10:00 when I found a box of chocolate covered peanuts and devoured them.
We are all stewards of something. A steward is one who is commissioned to oversee and execute the affairs of another. In all three readings the Bible talked about being stewards - Abraham had a steward, who was charged with finding a wife for his son. Jesus was charged with carrying out God's plan for salvation. The human race is charged with overseeing this planet and everything in it. How seriously we take our stewardship is a sign of maturity. Today, I was pretty immature.
"What is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?" Psalm 8:4.
Day 10 - Calm in the Storm
Day 10 started with my attempts to complete some work while kids were here and Mark was in Boston. Usually Wednesday is my favorite weekday - it's an easy work out day - Shoulders and Arms and only a 3 mile run. I managed to get in only a 20 minute walk/run looping my back yard as the kids swam. In fact, I haven't done a video since Saturday. The one positive note is that I have stayed within my calories on MFP and have not had a drink at all, but I'm drinking way more coffee than water. The habit of working out 2x per day and eating is broken.
My friend Donna posted this quote on her FB page.
"God sees our lives differently than we do. We are limited by time and space, but God can look beyond the next hill to a grander view. Rather than becoming discouraged with ourselves, we should leave the judgment of our lives to God. We should remember that real success does not depend on results; rather, it depends on whether we are obeying God's unique plan for our lives. When we leave the results with God, we do not need to feel discouraged in times of stress and apparent lack of results." This sums up what I had been feeling. I trudged through work, through Ryan's practice and spent some more time listening to Mark.
My reading takes us a little further in the Old Testament with the death of Sarah. The New Testament talks more about Jesus performing miracles and healing people, and how he is still calling his disciples, even the tax collector, Matthew. The Psalms are very encouraging as well.
"I will give thanks to the Lord because of his righteousness; I will sing praises of th ename of the Lord Most High." Psalm 7:17
My friend Donna posted this quote on her FB page.
"God sees our lives differently than we do. We are limited by time and space, but God can look beyond the next hill to a grander view. Rather than becoming discouraged with ourselves, we should leave the judgment of our lives to God. We should remember that real success does not depend on results; rather, it depends on whether we are obeying God's unique plan for our lives. When we leave the results with God, we do not need to feel discouraged in times of stress and apparent lack of results." This sums up what I had been feeling. I trudged through work, through Ryan's practice and spent some more time listening to Mark.
My reading takes us a little further in the Old Testament with the death of Sarah. The New Testament talks more about Jesus performing miracles and healing people, and how he is still calling his disciples, even the tax collector, Matthew. The Psalms are very encouraging as well.
"I will give thanks to the Lord because of his righteousness; I will sing praises of th ename of the Lord Most High." Psalm 7:17
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