Warning: Reading these musings may cause the reader to wonder, ponder health, mental or spiritual matters, scratch their head, be informed yet gain zero useful information or breakout in laughter. All thoughts are the property of my pea sized brain. All the information is as true as I beleive it to be... as I walk the journey of "releasing with a vote of thanks" my fat cells for a job well done.
Maybe I eat too much Mexican food. Is that possible? Mexican food is awesome. Last night my husband and I went to a Mexican restaurant. It’s hard to find wheat/milk/soy free food. Avoiding soy is pretty easy, but avoiding wheat and milk is harder. Everything is smothered in yummy cheeses and sour cream. And most of my favorites are wrapped in wheat tortillas. But I was able to find something on the menu that I can control what I ate. I enjoyed chicken fajitas and a few bites of my husband’s tamale. My down fall is always the chips they leave on the table while you wait for the “real” food to be brought to the table. It’s so easy to go “calorie overboard”! When we got home and I added it all up I realized that this was a problem. I really need to get this favorite eating pass time under control. Maybe the next time we eat Mexican I’ll ask them to only bring ½ of the chips… or better yet, ask them not to bring them at all.
I’ve spent the past week with an aching ankle and foot. It has p…
"When your feet hurt, your whole body hurts." -Socrates.
If you have experienced foot pain in your lifetime, you know this statement to be true. The human foot is complex. What an amazing structure the human foot is. Made up of 26 relatively small bones and held together by a network of ligaments, muscles and skin, our feet take tortuous punishment every day. They sustain the burden of our entire weight; they are shoved into dark, cramped and often damp "containers," or forced to teeter precariously on tiny spike heels. Foot ailments are among the most common of all health problems. Although some can be traced to heredity, many occur from the cumulative effect of years of abuse and neglect. The average person walks 115,000 miles (the equivalent of more than 4 times around the world) during their lifetime. I wonder so many believe that foot pain is a normal part of life. Pain typically is a sign that body is telling us that there is something wrong, and therefore, s…
Saturday was Pioneer Day in Utah and some wards throughout the LDS church celebrate the completion of the treacherous thousand-mile exodus of early saints and the arrival in Utah’s Great Salt Lake Valley on July 24, 1847. The Mormon pioneers viewed their arrival as the founding of a Mormon homeland, hence Pioneer Day.
When I was a little girl, we'd don pioneer costumes and have a parade. One of the most vivid memories I have of my life before age 8 is a Pioneer Day Celebration out at Shetlin Park. It was an all day party. Picnicking, softball for the adults, egg toss, 3-legged race, sack race, watermelon eating contest, pie eating contest, crafts and plenty of time to play in the creek catching crawdads. The point was to experience a small taste of the sacrifices others made for our religious freedom.
I wanted my kids to have this kind of memories I hold dear. With my older kids I was good about organizing parties and learning experiences. However, between keeping up with my teena…
As a kid, I remember organizing M&Ms by color and eating the “best” ones first – usually the brightest ones. To this day, I reach for green, yellow, and red peanut M&Ms first, believing that they’re far superior to all other varieties without really understanding why. Then I read about a study that showed these colors to be appetite stimulants. Suddenly, my preference—and that rumor about green M&Ms being aphrodisiacs—didn’t seem so crazy. LOL.
There is this great bit on “Laughing With Samoans” where the two comedians are discussing the color of the day. The one says he likes “orange” because it not only was a color, it was a food. Then he says that was a kid he always wanted to have the color “hamburger” and that he would make every room in his house “hamburger”. It’s hard to show the humor of the piece when you can’t see the size of the guy, or hear his accent, but it is hilarious! I started thinking about what “color” I’d like to paint things if I could have the “color’…
Staying focused is sometimes a very difficult thing to do. Most of us know what our triggers are. Triggers are situations and circumstances that put us at our weakest point in terms of staying on track. I have to admit my greatest trigger is stress… any and all stress: job stress, financial stress, teen stress, other family stress, and friend stress. It all adds up to a big mess of stress.
The past couple of weeks have been STRESSFUL!!!! STRESS is out of control! In fact, life is out of control! The more stressed I get, the more I eat, and lately I’ve started to feel out-of-control when it comes to my emotions and the food that I consume. To be honest, it hasn’t been pretty.
Yesterday was particularly hard. I was involved with helping a friend get the help she needed… we just had to convince her. It was so HARD. By the end of the day I dove into stress eating big time! Fish sticks. I think I ate 20. Really, I wasn’t keeping track. Until then I had kept things under control and had on…
D is for DILIGENCE…. earnest and persistent application to an undertaking; steady effort; assiduity.
Maybe D is for DISCIPLINE…
This morning at church the dad in the row in front of me teased his son that I “keep him in line”. He then made a gesture of pinching the kid’s ear. It reminded me of watching moms or grandmas grabbing unruly kids by the ear and dragging them to a corner to stay staring at the cobwebs for eternity. Discipline. Some people believe that disciple is a reason to feel gladness. I think they are right. Discipline and disciple come from the same root word. Discipline leads us to our goals, our intentions, and our greatest desires. What keeps me from true discipline, and thus true discipleship is the same thing that keeps me from recognizing the purity and the wholeness of which I truly am… a beloved daughter of God. This lack of discipline is really a lack of DILIGENCE.
I so enjoy the Sabbath! I can’t wait for tomorrow! It is a glorious opportunity to change the pace of the work I do. It is an opportunity to contemplate the week and make sense out of all the experiences, lessons, interactions, and successes of the week. It is a busy day. In some ways, far busier than a regular week day, but the mood is different. I can truly focus on the Savior and on changing my will to the Father’s will. This week has been a long drama filled week. I need a Sabbath change of pace.
Luke 10:22 says, “… and no man knoweth who the Son is, but the Father; and who the Father is, but the Son, and he to whom the Son will reveal him.”
This week I had prayed to know the Father and His feelings for me and His feelings for those I love. I have prayed for others to feel the love of God specifically for them. I am slowly receiving my answer – in beautiful, simple ways. I have learned that as the Father is approachable, so is the Savior. They are both quite personable. This week…
Yesterday was a road trip. I drove 3 hours to watch a baseball game for a couple hours. My brother and his family live in Australia and my nephew plays for an Australian youth all star team and they came to tour the NW. We only get to see them once every 4 years so we had to go. After a quick lunch at my parents’ house I drove the 3 hours back. Along the way I tried hard to see if I could find a way to compare my quest for better health to baseball. I was hard. I really don’t watch much baseball and I don’t remember how it all works. Thankfully, my siblings could explain what was going on. Maybe I can come up with a comparison that makes since.
I noticed boys are programmed to work in teams, to accept personal differences for the sake of the goal. They learn early-on about healthy competition, strategy, and teamwork - things that will help them in school, career, and relationships.
Still, rules are the rules and it doesn't really matter what game you are playing.
The past two days have been a little stressful. Part of the stress is how one of my children feels about themselves. It breaks my heart to hear words that they don’t deserve happiness or good things to happen to them. Because of these feelings progress is being stalled. It reminds me of ME and my progress or rather, my lack of progress.
I needed a balm for my aching heart. I needed a balm for my child’s aching heart. Then I remembered something I learned from Matt. 18:3. I think I've read this scripture a million times before, but I once learned a new way to look at it. It may be the ticket to healing the aching soul
Matt. 18:3 ... “Verily I say unto you, except ye be converted, and become as a little child...”
What does it mean to become as a little child. Mosiah 3:19 teaches how to become childlike as opposed to childish. To become childlike, I need to rid myself of pride. In fact, pride impedes spiritual growth the most. To be childlike is to focus on the positive (including up…
D is for DESTINY… a predetermined course of events.
Winston Churchill once said our destiny is not a matter of chance, it is more a matter of choice. And our destiny isn't something we wait for to happen, it is something to be achieved. Therefore, what I make of my life isn't accidental. It's a result of my choices, my intentions and my actions. I have full control over where I am heading.
Since my destiny is in my hands, where am I taking it?
I recall many conversations with friends who "wanted to be doing", "going to be doing", "have been thinking about doing", but when asked what progress they have made, the answer always plays out like this:
I had a thought occur to me while studying Matt. 11:28-29. Why did I ever think I could learn to bridle all my passions without the Lord? OK… I’ve known this before, but I continue to forget. The Lord continues to repeat lessons for me because I continue to forgetful… sheesh… at least He is patient.
For years I thought if I counted enough calories, forced myself to move far enough, and lived a life of denying myself life's pleasures, that I would miraculously become skinny. Silly me! This past roadside table experience is the perfect example of my repeated habits of striking out on my own without a thought of inviting the most important element in my quest… God. What little success I've had in the past was when I fully relied on the infinite strength of the Lord and not on my own "little" strength.
Those past 90 lbs. I got rid of 8 years ago was a blessing needed to allow for the arrival of my much wanted and prayed for daughter. I prayed and fasted with real intent…
I’ve been missing from the blog world for the past month. I think I just got into a “I don’t wanna” mood. This seemingly "simple" and healthy road to weight loss is actually an arduous and long-term process. I find there is too much information available, not to mention, far too many choices of the “right” road to take. Which freeway exit will get me to my intended destination? Every road sign claims to be “the easiest road to weight loss”. Lies! All Lies! The fact is we live in a world where we are bombarded by advertising for mega-burger deals and chocolate bars; diet pills and exercise plans to counter balance mega deals. We see world class sports stars promoting the virtues of high fat & sugar products, and at some level in our sub-conscious we associate their magnificent physiques with those products. On the other hand, we see celebrities hocking the latest and greatest discoveries in looking thin, slimming down, and cutting away the pounds and years. It’s almost mo…
“In a groundbreaking lawsuit, Dewey, Cheatem & Howe, is filing a suit against a well-known food manufacturer, claiming that the fine print on their boxes was not fine enough.
“Our client has suffered a great deal from the fact that she now weighs 300 pounds—she used to weight a mere 220– after going on a 12-month diet which consisted of mainly the food products of the defendant,” said the attorney representing Mrs. Pamela L. Umpire.
The suit claims that the fine print on the box of the diet foods Mrs. Umpire was consuming was not ‘fine’ enough to be considered fine print.
“Per my husband’s recommendation, I always look for the fine print, whether it’s on advertis…
I've started the journey of “losing me” in September of 2008 and to date I have been successful in “releasing” 50 lbs. At first it was a journey to discover freedom; freedom from the health demons that stock me; freedom from negative and despairing thoughts of me; freedom from obsessions with food; freedom from worry; freedom from a hard heart. I am succeeding in finding freedom and along the way I’ve discovered that I’m really finding me as I lose me.
People look at my life and ask, “How do you have time for all that?” I don’t know. I just do. When I REALLY want something I do MAKE the time. I love that I am busy. I love my life. I love that I choose to home school my children. I love teaching voice and making a joyful noise with my students. I love that I teach Seminary and find great energy and power in my study of the scriptures. I believe that my scripture study and increasing understanding of gospel principles is what is motivating me to get back onto the "healthy life…