Friday, August 26, 2016

Is Jesus Enough?

I was listening to a guided prayer this morning when I was stopped dead in my tracks.

I was supposed to finish this sentence:
Lord, Jesus, the places I often turn to when you're not enough are...
Wait. What? Jesus is always enough! He's more than enough! My spirit rebelled against that statement, but my heart said, "Hold on there, girl. Is He enough for you in all situations, or do you sometimes turn to other things to fill that void or soothe that hurt?"

Oh Lord - I had to admit that sometimes I've felt like Jesus is not enough, or at least like me praying to him is not enough, because I did not find immediate release from emotional upset, stress or just plain old boredom.

Where have I turned? The refrigerator, pantry, drive-thru, a bag of chips, several bars of chocolate, a carton of ice cream. Binge watching TV, hours on Facebook or Pinterest. Shopping.

Lord, Jesus, how could I have thought that you were not enough? How could I have thought that these other things could fix what only you could mend? Forgive me, Jesus.

Am I the only one who was bowled over by that sentence?  How would you answer it? What are your thoughts? How can we apply "Jesus is ENOUGH" to our daily lives?

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Thursday, August 18, 2016

God Simplified My Diet

I've dieted so many times over the past 50 years. (Started when I was 14 and I'll be 64 tomorrow.) I've lost lots of weight and every time it was a real struggle. My thoughts were constantly on food - mostly on what I "couldn't" eat.

When I started this journey again a few months ago, I was on a diet plan that had me eating 5 "meals" a day and doing "carb cycling". Within a week or so, it once again became a struggle to figure out what I should eat and not eat.

During my quiet time a couple of weeks ago, I expressed my frustration to God about all this diet stuff that's stuck up in my head and how it cripples me when I try to eat right. Carbs? Calories? Protein? Raw? Vegan? Paleo? I'm sure you all can relate.

Here's what I sensed the Lord speaking back to me... (I journal my prayers and write down anything I sense God speaking to me.)

I have given you food as a blessing, not something to agonize over. Think nourishment and pleasure, and eat those things that supply both. Enjoy food as a blessing from me.
My comment back to Him...

 I want to be healthy, Lord. Show me how.
His reply...

  • Keep healthy stuff in the house
  • Eat only when hungry
  • Eat mindfully
  • Allow your food to digest before eating again
  • Offer up thanks for your food
  • Build up your body physically just as you build yourself up spiritually
 It couldn't get much easier than that. By applying those directives, I've been able to take off another 5 pounds. At 10 pounds weight loss right now. Haven't felt deprived or hungry.

God is sooooo smart!

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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Dieting and the Olympics - Edith and Joy

A good friend of mine wrote a short story that just cracks me up. I just had to post here. I'm sure we all can relate.

The Imaginary World of 
Edith and Joy
by Leola Ogle

Monday morning and I’m starting my usual beginning-of-the-week diet again. Those rascally gals, Edith and Joy, have already made wagers as to how many days I’ll last this time. I know Joy has faith in me, but that Edith! If she wasn’t such a glutton with an enormous sweet tooth, I’d be able to stick to a diet. Besides, she’s a real bully and I admit, I’ve always been a bit of a pushover. If I just had more backbone, I’d stand up to her.

If you ask my husband, he’ll say that Edith and Joy don’t exist; says it’s all in my mind. Humph! Not in my mind – somewhere between my taste buds and stomach. That’s where Edith and Joy live.

Off to a good start this morning - oatmeal with fresh blueberries and skim milk. That flutter in my stomach is Joy doing her happy dance. I just love Joy; makes me feel good to make her happy. She’s that skinny girl in me trying to get out.

By ten o’clock my stomach’s rumbling, but I ignore it. It’s just Edith making her demands, “Hey, what about me?” Well, I’m the boss here. I will not succumb to her bullying today. Take that, you sneaky villain, I say with a smile.

Diet goes hand-in-hand with exercise so I decide to watch the Olympics. Those sleek, athletic girls playing beach volleyball are an inspiration. I want to look like that, although I’ll not disappoint my Lord by wearing a skimpy swimsuit in public like they do.

Fueled by this inspiration, I do a few jumping-jacks and torso-twists. Ugh! This is NOT fun. No more of that, but I promise myself to do some walking this evening.

I better shut that pesky Edith up, though. That gal simply does not know the meaning of self-control, a fruit of the spirit. Maybe some apple with peanut butter will keep her quiet. She likes peanut butter, although she prefers it in cookies or those Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. It’s a struggle to pull my mind from the image of chocolate surrounding peanut butter, but I do it.

I sail on through to lunchtime feeling good about myself. As I dig through the refrigerator gathering salad fixings, I notice all those plastic bowls containing leftovers from the feast our family had after church yesterday. “Hm, some of that can be thrown away,” I say out loud for Edith’s and Joy’s benefit. “I’ll do that after I eat lunch.”

I love salads, and that’s no lie. I just wish they were more filling. I could throw some shredded cheese, avocado, walnuts, dried cranberries and a handful of M&M’s on it. Wait! What? I didn’t mean that about the M&M’s. Not sure how that slipped in there.

I watch the Olympic gymnastics competition while I eat my salad. My, oh my! I don’t think God created our bodies to twist and contort like that. Those girls fly in the air while twisting and turning and still manage to land on their feet. That certainly isn’t natural. I can’t help but smile. Just wait until they get to be my age. They’ll regret torturing their bodies like that. I’m sure they’ve injured joints and muscles that they’re just not aware of yet.

Sighing, I get off the sofa determined to clean out the refrigerator. I line all the bowls on the counter. Some I’ll save for my husband, some I’ll throw away. Mixed vegetable. Back in the fridge. Potato casserole. Back in the fridge. Meatloaf. Back in the fridge. Half a slice of banana cream pie. Back in the…now wait a minute. Bananas are healthy, aren’t they? And it’s only a half slice.

Rinsing the empty bowl and putting it in the dishwasher, I look back in the refrigerator. There should be a couple of leftover brownies that escaped the clutches of my grandchildren. Ah, yes, bless that Edith’s heart. I’m sure it was her that helped me remember that I’d hidden them in the vegetable bin. Clever of me!

Washing my hands after a restroom break, I’m stunned to see chocolate crumbs and yellow smudges around my mouth. That darned Edith; I can’t believe she tricked me into that. No worries, I just won’t eat dinner and get on the treadmill instead.

There’s my phone. “Sorry, Joy”, I mumble after hanging up, “my husband’s taking me out to dinner tonight. “Seriously, Joy, if you weren’t such a wimp, you’d send that Edith packing.”

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Monday, August 8, 2016

Drink a Gallon of Water?

I read somewhere that you should drink a gallon of water every day, so I thought I'd give it a try. The results...
  • Was not hungry all day
  • Spent an inordinate amount of time in a particular room
  • Pretty sure I'm super clean inside.
Don't think I will make a gallon of water my everyday goal, but I will be drinking more water than I usually do, because I like not being hungry between meals.

Tomorrow morning we'll see if it has an affect on my weight.

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Saturday, August 6, 2016

Doing well - how about you?

You know what they say - the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

My plan back in April was to post regularly on this blog, however, in May I learned that my Mom had to have open heart surgery, so I packed up my bags pronto and headed to Ohio for a couple of months to help her during her recovery. I got back in July and I'm just now getting caught up on everything.

The good news is that since I last posted, I've lost 5 pounds. I know that doesn't seem like a lot in 3 months, but it's huge for me.  I tend to lose weight very slowly and that tends to make me want to give up. I haven't given up!  In fact, I'm feeling stronger than ever about getting healthy.

I've started a workout program and I'm eating sensibly. This is a plan that is sustainable for life, so I think I've found a winner. Not really following any program, just doing what I should have been doing all along.

Eating healthy foods in reasonable portions and moving my body more and praying - lots of praying.

If you're working on your health, I'd love to know how you're doing and I'll add you to my prayer list.
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