Okay, for all intensive purposes, I must warn you that this week's blog may not make a lick of sense. I found it hard to come up with a topic this week. This has been such an interesting week as far as my life is concerned. I finally got some much needed sleep, after suffering from carpal tunnel syndrome since my son's birth. Though having the cortisone shots nearly killed me the 1st night, the subsequent nights have been wonderful. Not one time did I wake up with intense, numbing pain in my hands. I had the priviledge of attending a relationship seminar hosted by my church, featuring Dr. Emerson Eggerichs. The "Love and Respect" seminar based off of his highly acclaimed book, is really blessing my marriage just by changing my thought process on communication within a marriage. So, I am feeling pretty empowered right about now because my body and mind have been renewed in different ways. I am having a very positive outlook at this moment.
Somehow, my mind drifted to the movie "Seven Pounds" featuring Will Smith over the weekend. Although the intent of the movie was good, I thought it made absolutely no connection between the title and the actual movie(or did I miss something?). I mean did his organs weigh seven pounds before he gave them away? Did the jellyfish he reminisced about weigh seven pounds? I mean I just didn't get it. And although I know he was grieving over the loss of his wife in the accident, I just didn't understand why he felt the need to kill himself by torturing himself in a bathtub full of ice and jellyfish before his organs were generously given away. Yeah, and it was so romantic that his heart went to his new love!(NOT!!!) Maybe I am just not that deep. But I digress...
However, the number seven is a great number. It means completion. God made the world as we know it in seven days. I don't think it was a mistake that this number is referenced several times throughout the bible. Then, I thought about the number "10". It means perfection. Think of the phrases, "A perferct ten", "I give it a score of 10 out of 10", and so on. Just now while writing this, I thought "Wow, I am not perfect, but I am complete". In the midst of my journey to a healthier me, I realized God has made me completely capable, completely confident, completely beautiful in his image and completely disciplined. I am still going to be whole, even if I am not a size 2. I have realized that perfection is in the eye of the beholder. Sometimes what the world perceives as "perfect" (i.e the perfect look, the perfect size, your Halle Berrys, Kim Kardashians, what ever other person society pegs in this category), may not always be complete. I would much rather be a complete person striving for perfection, then a "perfect" person striving for completion. The only being that ever exhibited both perfection and completion to me is Jesus Christ. He was/is flawless and whole. I am a christian, which means "christ-like". I ain't perfect, nor will I ever be. But through Christ's perfection, I am made whole(or complete). I can strive to be like him everyday. In my efforts to be like more like him, I will be blessed. The same concept applies to weight loss for me. In my effort to be a healthier me, I may not always hit the mark. However, working hard will yield positive results.
For those of you who have reached the end of this blog and did not get side tracked by my randomness, I would like you to know that I did lose over 2 lbs this week!
WEIGHT LOSS TO DATE: 31 lbs...Yipee!!!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The Problem Parts
It's funny how when you go to family gatherings, you notice physical resemblances between relatives, even ones that don't really look like you. Somehow, being in a room filled with people from the same genetic pool helps you to discover your identity even more. A few months ago, we were all gathered at my grandmother Louise's home after her funeral. There was so much love in that house, as well as a lot of good food, and laughter. I also noticed that there were a lot of hips! I remember my grandmother speaking to me on several occasions about her younger years. She and her two sisters were well known for their figures. The Wilson Sisters.
Looking around the house, I saw evidence of their reputations still living in their offspring. The women in my family are beautiful: different shades of Black, different personalities, different sizes. However, there a few commonalities among us: we were all blessed with hips, butt and thighs that won't quit. It is quite hilarious to me that the areas I have the hardest time toning are the same areas that made my grandmother and her sisters, on a small scale, famous. Kim Kardashian ain't got nothing on the Wilsons! The past two weeks have been absolutely frustrating, I am the same weight. I found myself looking at my Wilson parts, and sometimes asking "Why won't you just go away?" Well, you can't get rid of genetics, no matter how hard you try. Even the skinniest women in my family are still bootylicious. So why did I foolishly think that these parts of my body would just disappear?
Well, yet again, I am looking over my diet and work out plan. I have decided that I need professional help. Not the psychiatric kind, but I would really like a nutritional consultant and personal trainer. I hope that there are ones that understand the uniqueness of my situation. I want to be able to pay homage to my heritage, keep the girlie parts that make me so special, but still lose weight in a healthy way. Believe me, I have been to the point that I really want to give up. I am at work, and all week we have all these unhealthy free lunches. My husband still eats whatever he wants. I past by all my favorite food places on the way home. I don't get a lot of sleep, so that is more time for me to be up and hungry. Yet, I am going to push on. I can make it over this hump, I just might not lose the hump in the back!
WEIGHT LOSS TO DATE: Still just 28 lbs...keeping it moving!
Looking around the house, I saw evidence of their reputations still living in their offspring. The women in my family are beautiful: different shades of Black, different personalities, different sizes. However, there a few commonalities among us: we were all blessed with hips, butt and thighs that won't quit. It is quite hilarious to me that the areas I have the hardest time toning are the same areas that made my grandmother and her sisters, on a small scale, famous. Kim Kardashian ain't got nothing on the Wilsons! The past two weeks have been absolutely frustrating, I am the same weight. I found myself looking at my Wilson parts, and sometimes asking "Why won't you just go away?" Well, you can't get rid of genetics, no matter how hard you try. Even the skinniest women in my family are still bootylicious. So why did I foolishly think that these parts of my body would just disappear?
Well, yet again, I am looking over my diet and work out plan. I have decided that I need professional help. Not the psychiatric kind, but I would really like a nutritional consultant and personal trainer. I hope that there are ones that understand the uniqueness of my situation. I want to be able to pay homage to my heritage, keep the girlie parts that make me so special, but still lose weight in a healthy way. Believe me, I have been to the point that I really want to give up. I am at work, and all week we have all these unhealthy free lunches. My husband still eats whatever he wants. I past by all my favorite food places on the way home. I don't get a lot of sleep, so that is more time for me to be up and hungry. Yet, I am going to push on. I can make it over this hump, I just might not lose the hump in the back!
WEIGHT LOSS TO DATE: Still just 28 lbs...keeping it moving!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Giving God Control, Dreaming Bigger and Gettting Smaller
Well, today church was just awesome! We are starting a new series on relationships called "Mr. and Mrs. Better Half".While most of what pastor Furtick said related to relationships between men and women, there was one phrase he said that I felt related to me and how I see myself. When it comes to what I want for my life I need to "speak to my destiny". I need to bring my destiny to life by being positive that God will allow a change to manifest because I allow Him the control through being faithful.
I am a control freak, and I get easily stressed by situations that I am not able to control. Like just yesterday, I was in a hurry to leave the hair salon to get to work, and freakishly backed my car into a tree that was in the middle of the parking lot. The impact shattered the glass and mangled the frame of my SUV's back door. Okay, well I could have controlled this situation by watching where I was going. However, the fact that it had already happened was not under my control. All I could do was deal with the consequences and have faith that I would come out of the situation on top.
As the day unfolded, I felt overwhelmed, almost hysterical because of the shear stupidity of the accident. It took a couple of good friends to remind me that maybe this was God's way of telling me to slow down. When I am moving at full speed, I have difficulty seeing what it is that God is trying to do in my life. This pertains to just about everything: my marriage, my friendships, my job, my finances, my child. Although in all natural circumstances, I am able to control my weight, a huge part of keeping my weight in check is surrendering to the will of God. I was not able to do this whole heartedly throughout my life. God wants me to be healthy, strong and productive. The best way to serve God most effectively is feeling your best first!
So, I am fully committed to dreaming bigger, speaking life, in order to get smaller. This weekend has taught me that I need to slow down and focus on the big picture. I dream of one day being able to look at myself and completely love what God has created. I am not saying that you have to be smaller in order to love your self, but in my situation I feel that I have to love myself in order to reach my goal of being smaller.
THIS WEEK'S WEIGHT LOSS: 1 lb...not much, but it is still a loss! Total of 28 lbs!
I am a control freak, and I get easily stressed by situations that I am not able to control. Like just yesterday, I was in a hurry to leave the hair salon to get to work, and freakishly backed my car into a tree that was in the middle of the parking lot. The impact shattered the glass and mangled the frame of my SUV's back door. Okay, well I could have controlled this situation by watching where I was going. However, the fact that it had already happened was not under my control. All I could do was deal with the consequences and have faith that I would come out of the situation on top.
As the day unfolded, I felt overwhelmed, almost hysterical because of the shear stupidity of the accident. It took a couple of good friends to remind me that maybe this was God's way of telling me to slow down. When I am moving at full speed, I have difficulty seeing what it is that God is trying to do in my life. This pertains to just about everything: my marriage, my friendships, my job, my finances, my child. Although in all natural circumstances, I am able to control my weight, a huge part of keeping my weight in check is surrendering to the will of God. I was not able to do this whole heartedly throughout my life. God wants me to be healthy, strong and productive. The best way to serve God most effectively is feeling your best first!
So, I am fully committed to dreaming bigger, speaking life, in order to get smaller. This weekend has taught me that I need to slow down and focus on the big picture. I dream of one day being able to look at myself and completely love what God has created. I am not saying that you have to be smaller in order to love your self, but in my situation I feel that I have to love myself in order to reach my goal of being smaller.
THIS WEEK'S WEIGHT LOSS: 1 lb...not much, but it is still a loss! Total of 28 lbs!
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