A-hem. I have a little confession to make.
Earlier in the week I was crushed when past mistakes came up again. And I cried. And I wondered why I even try to reach for dreams when they seem so far away. Combine that with the fact that despite walking over 100 miles and skimming down in a few areas, I'd only lost 4 pounds and I became
And then three or four days into my little pity party, I decided I would get on my treadmill and sweat it off. Only my belt was slipping. After being jerked forward a dozen or so times, I turned it off in frustration. Again. Another goal with an obstacle. Snow outside, treadmill not working, and Leslie Sansone a bore.
What is a fluffy, depressed girl to do? I bought a good book, consumed it in little more than 24 hours. I looked in my bible for hope. I prayed. I got hubby to fix my treadmill. And I worked up a good sweat. And I released my pent up frustration and my anger and my sadness. As I finished my book, Just Between You and Me, by Jenny B. Jones, I decided to do what the main character does and surrender all my fears to the One who made me. And I know it doesn't matter how awkward or out of place I feel or what the world may think of me or what the world may say I am qualified or not qualified to do, my God says I am precious in His eyes and honored, and He loves me (Isaiah 43:4).
On a good note, I did switch to decaf and start upping veggies and fruit. And when I weighed in today, holding my breath to see what damage my pity party caused, I am happy to report I'm still four pounds down.
Oh, and my man made me feel special, arranged childcare
April, I'm still coming. Just stayed a few nights somewhere north of the Oklahoma line. ;-)
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