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one woman's journey of self-discovery, weight loss, and taking back control

Friday, November 21, 2014

I am Beautiful

I have the pleasure of writing for the Women's Blog at my church. I'm humbled to be among some really gifted writers who are open about their lives. Please visit thewashbasin.org  and read some encouragement from women who have put themselves out there. The following is a post that I contributed during our "Named by God" series. The week's theme was "I am Beautiful". I hope you enjoy it!


We’ve heard that beauty is only skin deep. In our superficial society that definitely seems to be true. The perfect hair. Flawless skin. A sculpted body. That’s what so many strive for. It’s what keeps us up at night. It is a huge factor in why we exercise and watch what we eat. 

We cut, scrape, wax, shave, pluck, file, inject, dye, bleach, nip, tuck, paint, tan, scrub, smear, brush, blot, curl, and straighten. Some of us slather gunk on our faces and let it dry until we can’t blink or smile then peel it off hoping to reveal a fresh new face. We force ourselves into shape wear that is so tight we can hardly breathe just so we don’t jiggle as much. We spend a small fortune to get our hair and nails done on a regular basis. We shell out our hard earned salaries on cosmetics and beauty products and tools. Some go to extreme measures to look a little better. No wonder the beauty industry generates more than $55 Billion every year!

Am I saying we should all just roll out of bed in the morning and face the world as is? Heck, NO! I mean, we have to consider hygiene! I, myself, do most of the things I listed above. I’ll be the first to admit that I have an unhealthy relationship with my Spanx! I don’t think that there is necessarily anything wrong with doing the things that make us feel good about ourselves. We just need to be careful that we don’t rely on these things to give us our identity.   

We all have insecurities. Every woman I have ever met has at least one thing they would change about themselves. My biggest struggle, personally, is my weight. I have battled my weight for my entire adult life. I know how to lose weight. I have done it many times. Just when I think I have it all figured out and I’m on the right track, something derails me and I backslide. I can’t tell you how many tears I’ve cried and how many prayers I have prayed over this constant burden. I have shaken my fist at God and asked “why me” and blamed him for messing me up. I have thought so many times if only this one thing was fixed, my life would be perfect! 

I can tell you without a doubt that people generally treat you differently when you look different. It became more evident to me when I lost a great deal of weight and began to look more “normal”. I suddenly felt more accepted and less judged. I was on a personal high. Then, following the pattern of my life, I was derailed. A blessed derailment - I became pregnant with our third child - but an unexpected change that led to a gradual backslide. Once I gave birth to our sweet baby girl, I struggled to get back on track. I did well for a while and then someone close to me hurt my feelings very badly and I let those words sink deep into my soul. I pretty much gave up on myself after that resulting in me gaining back a lot of the weight I had worked so hard to lose. I feel the sting of judgement now more than ever. I can hear people thinking “Wow, she really let herself go!” and “She was doing so well…what happened?” I’m not too naive to recognize that these are the thoughts coming from my own frustrated insecurities and I only assume that everyone I come in contact with feels the same. That negative self-talk is how Satan gets his foot hold. “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.” (1 Peter 5:8)

The problem is that I have let my weight define me. I’m always the “fat girl” in the back of the picture. I’m quick to scan a room to see if there is another heavy mom so I don’t stand out as much. I try to present myself well to compensate (read: hide) my insecurities about my weight. I rarely leave the house without make up, I spend a lot of money on my hair and nails, and I try to smile and look confident. I dress as nicely as I can with the limited wardrobe I have and almost always wear jewelry. But I’m not hiding from the One that matters the most. He knows my heart and that’s what He sees. 

We can take a lesson from Samuel. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover. When he met Jesse’s first son, Eliab, he assumed that he was the one that God had sent. He sure looked the part! But God made it very clear that Eliab was not the right man for the job. “The LORD does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7b). This went on as each of Jesse’s sons passed before Samuel. Seven big strapping lads that looked like they could handle anything that came their way, yet, God knew their heart wasn’t right for His plan. Little David wasn’t even given a second thought until Samuel was like, “What else ya got, Jesse?” When David arrived before Samuel, God surprised them all when He said, “Rise and anoint him; this is the one.” (1 Sam 16:12b)

We need to be so careful about letting our eyes decide who is worthy of our time and attention. What kind of relationships are we missing out on because we can’t get past the way a person looks or dresses? How many among us desire to connect with other women, but feel insecure because they have been judged in the past? How can we show God’s love to those who need it most if we avoid getting to know people who are different from us? 

A tattooed, grizzly looking man dressed in leather and straddling a Harley might be judged as a drug addicted thug. He is a child of God. He had a rough childhood and holds a lot of hurt inside. He leads a bible study in his home every week and volunteers at the local women’s shelter.

A homeless man sitting on the street corner begging for change may be judged as unmotivated. He was created by our Father. He lost his job after missing too much work to care for his sick mother. He couldn’t keep up with his rent payments so he lost his home. He’s just trying to make ends meet while he gets back on his feet. He feels lonely and ashamed and longs for someone to make him feel loved. Who will introduce him to our Jesus?

An overweight woman may appear to be lazy and careless. She is a daughter of the King. She wants so desperately to lose those extra pounds, but emotions fuel her addiction to food. She feels like an outsider and just wants someone to see her for the person she is on the inside.

A beautiful, put together, seemingly perfect lady may be judged as stuck up and prideful. She was crafted by the Creator. She feels lonely because so many of the women at her church avoid her. She just wants to be known as a good friend and mentor, but so many women won’t look past her outward appearance to get to know her heart.

How will we ever know the hearts, the hurts, the joys, the needs of these people if we never give them more than a glance? “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23) These are the characteristics that God looks for in His children. How can we see these things in others if we dismiss them because they don’t “look” like someone we would want to know? Matthew 7 reminds us not to hold others to a standard higher than that which we hold ourselves. We are also warned to not be fooled by someone because they look like a “nice” person. “Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them.” (Matthew 7:15-16) 


Let’s agree to love more like Jesus. Everyone deserves a chance to be loved. When we judge others by their outsides, Satan curls his mustache around his crooked finger and takes pleasure in the way we are helping him carry out his destructive plan. “Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings.” (1 Peter 5:9) Every one of us was knit lovingly together by the Master’s own hands. Each of us is different, but we are all loved the same by God. 

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Diligence


Today our church began a brief series about giving. I may be in the minority, but I always enjoy the reminders of God's command for us to give. However, one point made in the sermon today has been ringing in my mind. That point was simply "Be diligent in everything you do". It may sound odd, but that word..."diligent"...keeps bouncing around in my head like an intense ping pong match. Like a voice reminding me over and over the importance of being diligent.

So, I'm convicted. Exactly how many things in my life do I do with diligence? In all honesty, I would say very few if any. I am slack in many areas of my life. How much gets forgotten or slides under the radar in my every day life? I'm very un-diligent (is that a word?) with taking care of myself. I leave a lot to be desired with my housekeeping skills. My marriage, my kids, my friendships, my service, my prayer life, my quiet time with God. Not one of those things can I confidently say that I approach with diligence.

I ask myself then, why? Well, often times I make excuses that seem totally legitimate. Excuses that many of my family and friends would be completely sympathetic to. I might get frustrated about cleaning up the same mess EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. but that is because I'm doing it for my kids. The kids that I will call "ungrateful" or "irresponsible" for leaving their things and messes laying about the house.  Might my attitude be different if I were living the way I'm commanded to? Colossians 3:23-24 says "Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Remember that the Lord will give you an inheritance as your reward, and that the Master you are serving is Christ." I don't need to lose weight and take care of my body for myself or my family, but because I am grateful for the life and body that I was given. I need to do my best to be diligent about caring for myself instead of disrespecting this gift. When I'm on my knees scrubbing toilets and doing the 17th load of laundry that week I need to remember to do those things with a grateful heart. I'm working for the Lord from whom ALL blessings flow.

While I wrote this down to keep myself from getting a headache from the ping pong match, I also hope that putting these thoughts out there will keep me accountable. It's so easy to approach a new idea or fresh perspective with a lot of gusto and excitement, but it's even easier to fall into a routine and eventually get bored. It is my prayer to always remember that I am working for the Most High and not the people who can let me down because they, like me, are imperfect humans.

The following quote will be something I revisit often in the days ahead as I strive to become more diligent in everything that I do:


“Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work, and forced to do your best, will breed in you temperance, self-control, diligence, strength of will, content, and a hundred other virtues which the idle never know.” - Charles Kingsley

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

When I am weak, I am strong.

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (NIV)

On Wednesday mornings I am blessed to take part in a women's bible study at my church. This session I am studying the book Stuck by Jennie Allen with a wonderful group of ladies. This morning the above verse was part of our group discussion. I immediately knew I would be blogging about it today!

Anytime you are working toward a goal it is very important to keep a positive mind. That is especially true with weight loss. I am a strong believer in positive thinking and the amazing effects it can have on your circumstances. But is there a point when being positive can hurt you? I believe there is...let me explain.

There was a point for me during this journey that I started feeling a little down on myself. My body image wasn't where I wanted it to be. I wasn't feeling great about myself at all. I remember sitting down with someone to pour out my heart and as soon as I started to break down I was stopped in my tracks and in no uncertain terms told to suck it up and get over myself. Ouch. Now don't get me wrong...sometimes we need to be put in our place. Sometimes we revert to whining about everything that goes wrong, complaining and making excuses for our failures. But other times we genuinely struggle. We have real, true issues that need to be worked through. That doesn't mean we lose our positive outlook...it just means that we are human and imperfect. So, in that moment I did just that...I sucked it up. I turned off the tears and let the negative self talk take over again. I kept my hurt to myself. I felt worse....WAY worse.

Imagine with me if you will a person who has just entered this journey of weight loss for the first time. They are inspired by your story. They work hard to do everything just right so that they can get results like yours. You share with them all of your "secrets" and encourage them along the way. You are always upbeat, happy and it seems to them that you have it all together.  Then one day they have a moment of weakness and "cheat" on their meal plan....they skip their workouts for a week....they gained a pound. If all they have seen are your good days....if you haven't shared that you, too, have struggled....if you pretend like weight loss is all sunshine and rainbows....then how do you think that person is going to feel? They will feel like a complete failure and will either slip back into old habits and struggle more or give up completely.

Please let me be clear....there is a distinct difference between complaining and sharing our real struggles or pain. People complain for attention or because they are truly miserable and feel the need to pass that on to others. People share their struggles because they aren't afraid to admit that they cannot do this by their own strength. We share struggles to show that we are imperfect souls who are loved by a perfect God.

Let me tell you, friends....joining this "Stuck" study has opened my eyes to the fact that even those who seem to have it all together are just as imperfect as the rest of us. EVERYONE struggles. I also know that having that knowledge makes it so much easier to admit my mistakes and flaws. It also makes my struggles easier when I can share it with someone who has been through what I'm dealing with. Lets not be afraid to be imperfect. Lets not hesitate to share when we struggle or when we hurt. Do not be afraid to reach out when you need someone to lend an ear or a shoulder. We were made to be imperfect and flawed. We were made to rely on God for our needs.

So, let me ask you....is God your first line of defense when you struggle? If I'm being honest I have to say that no, He isn't always my first stop. It is something I am working on...because I definitely do not have it all together and I most certainly cannot do it alone. When we learn to find our strength in Him, we can overcome our hardships and our struggles and when we are raised out of the pit He will receive the glory. What better way to share God with our friends and neighbors?

These days I am definitely doing a lot more growing (spiritually) than shrinking (weight wise) but I am learning to fill the void with God and His word rather than food. I'm far from where I want to be but I do have hope and a positive outlook that only by the Grace of God will I overcome this struggle.  For when I am weak, then I am strong.



Sunday, January 12, 2014

Believe

It's been quiet around here. I really haven't felt much like sharing my journey for the last few months.  If I'm being honest I was ashamed. Afraid to let my friends and family down. I've struggled badly since the end of summer.

What started as a day of feeling a little down on myself compounded over these last few months into a total backslide. Ugh. I feel like crap. I have 86 million reasons (excuses) why I let so many things slide...but none of them are good. None of them are enough to convince anyone that this was worth it. I can point fingers and blame others, blame circumstances, blame feelings, blame timing. The reality is that I allowed that one little negative thought sneak into my head and take up space....then it festered and multiplied. Boo.

So, I was just quiet. I didn't blog about it.

I could go into the details, but really....no one wants to hear about my problems! This is supposed to be a place to encourage.

Fast forward to the new year. Here we are - 2014. A clean slate. A fresh start. As we are saying hello to Twenty Fourteen, a dear family from my church were saying their "see you laters" to their beloved daughter after a twelve year battle with brain cancer. I cannot even begin to paint a picture of the strength, grace, and love that this family portrays. They have truly had a positive and lasting impact on my life and the lives of many others. On January 2, Jessica met Jesus.

Yesterday, I had the privilege and honor of being present for the most beautiful Celebration of Life. Jessica was handed over to her bridegroom as hundreds of friends and family lit candles and praised our Almighty. A joyous celebration indeed, yet I can only imagine the party in Heaven.

After the service, each person in attendance was given a small bag. Amongst the trinkets was a stone with an engraved word. Jessica's mom had told us that this word is something that we should strive for in order to help shine Jessica's light.

My stone says "Believe". Immediately I knew that it was no accident that I got this word.


I need to believe in myself. I need to do so humbly. I need to also believe that I am never alone in any of my struggles. As Jessica always said "God's got this".

So many times I have given up when things got tough. I have slipped. I have fallen. Sometimes I lay in the dirt and kick my feet and let the negativity flow through me like a disease. I need to believe that I can accomplish the things that I dream of. I need to believe that when things get hard, I need to rely on Him to help me up and set me straight. I need to believe in myself, but not just in myself.

I saw the word on my stone yesterday....but today when I took it out of it's plastic wrapping I noticed something else. If you look closely you can see that there is a crack and a big hunk out of my stone. It is imperfect. Just like me. Just like all of us.

Accomplishments aren't for the perfect people in the world (here's a hint: there aren't any). They are for the people who never give up. Nothing great was ever accomplished without some hardship. I think too often we are quick to share the good in our lives but don't want to ruin our facade by sharing our mistakes or struggles. Sometimes we might think that showing weakness might damage our credibility. I think to truly encourage someone you need to be real. You need to show that you, too, struggle and have weak moments. How encouraging would it be to read only of a person's success and think that they never mess up? Not very...because the first time you have a bad day or gain a pound you will feel like you failed. I've been in that position and it's so discouraging to think that you are the only person doing it wrong....just because people are too proud to show their flaws.

So for me...I'll never be perfect. I'm like the stone...it's impossible to cover up the flaws without changing the stone.  I don't want to be perfect. I want to be a light in a dark place. I want to believe that with God's help I can be and do anything I set my mind to. This most definitely will not be the last time I mess up. It probably won't be the last time I write about it either. My journey is a sum of my successes and failures.  I hope that we can all be encouraged to be who we were created to be...imperfect souls created by a perfect God. That's enough for me.

So this year...2014....I dedicate to Jessica. I promise to do my best to help shine your light. In your short 19 years and 104 days you touched more lives and accomplished more than I could ever hope for. Thank you for that example.

I believe....do you?