............My 'shut up' button is broken
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There are many things I do not know. So much of faith is just a mystery…and that’s ok.
But I know this. God blessed me with 3 terrific kids and now all of them are baptized believers.
My cup runneth over.
Let me try to say this without using bad words…
If you believe any of this garbage, it’s a good sign that you might be in an abusive relationship with yourself. I suggest you consider divorce.
It is this kind of pervasive nonsense that keeps overweight people out of the gym. Heck, it probably keeps thin people out too. Am I the only one who does not think fitness should equate to BLOOD? I’d just as soon sit on the couch and eat a doughnut sandwich if the only alternative is puking and pain.
It’s these extremes that are our downfall. Nobody gets 1000 re-pins on Pinterest for an inspirational quote like “Do squats. They build muscle in your thighs.” or “Try the treadmill. It’s friggin boring but it strengthens your heart.”
So here’s my response to the Muffin man (whoever the heck he is!)
How ’bout you pin that on your fitness board?
I am beginning to fear I may never finish this series. I am a slacker in need of grace and forgiveness. @0 minutes of peace and quiet around this nuthouse would help a lot too 🙂
The Angel said to me, “Write this: ‘Blessed are those invited to the Wedding Supper of the Lamb.’” He added, “These are the true words of God!”
I fell at his feet to worship him, but he wouldn’t let me. “Don’t do that,” he said. “I’m a servant just like you, and like your brothers and sisters who hold to the witness of Jesus. The witness of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.”
Revelation 19:10
Don’t you just love that we get to go to supper with Jesus? Ya’ll…I cannot wait! I bet we won’t even have to do dishes and nobody will be calculating Weight Watchers points.
Then I saw Heaven open wide—and oh! a white horse and its Rider. The Rider, named Faithful and True, judges and makes war in pure righteousness. His eyes are a blaze of fire, on his head many crowns. He has a Name inscribed that’s known only to himself. He is dressed in a robe soaked with blood, and he is addressed as “Word of God.” The armies of Heaven, mounted on white horses and dressed in dazzling white linen, follow him. A sharp sword comes out of his mouth so he can subdue the nations, then rule them with a rod of iron. He treads the winepress of the raging wrath of God, the Sovereign-Strong. On his robe and thigh is written, King of kings, Lord of lords.
Revelation 19:11-16
‘Pure righteousness” – can you even imagine? It’s sad to admit but one of the things I long for is the day when I don’t have to argue with people about God. (And when I say ‘argue’, I mean stomp around the house and rant and rave behind said people’s backs. I can’t help it. I’m a lover, not a fighter.) When Jesus rides that white horse, the arguments will be over. And I assure you that on that day, those of us who were right won’t be gloating. We will be humbled in the presence of that pure righteousness…just like the rest of you heathens.
I saw an Angel standing in the sun, shouting to all flying birds in Middle-Heaven, “Come to the Great Supper of God! Feast on the flesh of kings and captains and champions, horses and their riders. Eat your fill of them all—free and slave, small and great!”
I saw the Beast and, assembled with him, earth’s kings and their armies, ready to make war against the One on the horse and his army. The Beast was taken, and with him, his puppet, the False Prophet, who used signs to dazzle and deceive those who had taken the mark of the Beast and worshiped his image. They were thrown alive, those two, into Lake Fire and Brimstone. The rest were killed by the sword of the One on the horse, the sword that comes from his mouth. All the birds held a feast on their flesh.
Revelation 19:17-21
Well this deal just got weird again in a hurry, didn’t it? It appears there is going to be a great big battle and the birds are gonna feast on dead bodies. Circle of life I suppose…
“7 days to a flat stomach!”
“6 weeks to a bikini ready bod!”
“Thin Thighs in 10 days!”
The very best thing about having a trainer you trust is the blissful ability to ignore all the fitness nonsense in the universe. I have freed up so much mental space. I probably could actually learn trigonometry now but I choose not to.
The media, the world, the whatever sell us on this nonsense because we are desperate and we SO want these promises to be true. We need them to be true. And year after year no matter how much the evidence stacks against them, the seductive advertising winds it’s way into our lives. And the dangerous part is that we often believe this crap works for everyone but us. Let me save you a bunch of heartache friends. It’s not you.
But it’s a bit difficult to sell a magazine with an article called “Marginally Thinner Thighs after 87 workouts” or “Sweat Your Bootie Off in 9 Short Months!” Reality is not sexy a bit, is it?
Despite all the hard data that says I have a 5% chance to lose the weight and keep it off, I never waiver in my belief that I will do just that. (I am concerned I may be drawing social security when that day arrives…but still.) As I take these baby steps down what appears to be a ridiculously long road, I rejoice that I am now walking in the truth.
Ever heard of a NSV? That’s what the kids these days call a ‘non scale victory’.
I finally had one.
Last week I sat with my legs crossed at church for the entire service. I didn’t even notice until right before the end.
If you have never been really fat it’s ok that you don’t know that this a big deal. But trust me when I tell you that, at a certain point of largeness, legs don’t cross anymore. Or, if they do, you both look and feel ridiculous attempting it.
Being able to sit comfortably is just one more thing gluttony takes from you. And if you were raised to be a well mannered Southern lady, sitting without some portion of your legs crossed just feel wrong ya’ll.
I feel as if I am trudging through this process day after difficult day. So these small victories are what keep me going at least until I am able to take a picture of myself standing in one leg of my big girl pants 😉
A married mom
A step-mom
A marching band mom
A color guard mom
A blogging mom
A vacuuming mom
A curmudgeonly mom
Also I love Jesus...big time