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Feeling Fluffy and Fabulous

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The nemesis of my fabulous 50’s has been a wicked set of bathroom scales. They mock me from their corner. They whisper sweet promises of me wearing skinny jeans or leggings with “oh-so-cute tunics and sweaters,” and then…

They. lie. to. my. face.

I hate those scales. I loathe having to weigh. This is probably the emotional residue from my years as a Weight Watcher member and leader.  I still have an overwhelming urge to count points and measure my portions.

I must say  I have reached the point where I refuse to be in  a constant state of anxiety over the digital number giving me the evil eye.  I want to break the condemnation cycle. I need to see my 53 year old body the way God sees me…beautiful…holy…redeemed.

And while spouting that a “number does not define me or my worth,” I know that I need to be active, make healthy food choices,  and take care of my body.

This  healthy-weight, body-image, be -healthy mind set does not come as an either/or issue. It needs to be an “all of the above” game plan.

However…

I want to eat good food.

I don’t want to live on low-carb, low fat, low taste meals, processed diet food for the rest of my life. I want balance. I am willing to give up mediocre, empty-of-pleasure  food for an occasional “fabulous” food splurge. For example, I am perfectly happy to have a protein shake or a bowl of cereal for a meal if I know shrimp tacos or chicken quesadillas are on the horizon for the weekend. (YES!)

So…

If I am a little fluffier in areas than I was in my 30’s and my 40’s … so be it.

Menopause has a sadistic mind.  Aging happens. Energy levels ebb and flow, and insomnia doesn’t play well with others.

A big plus  for this fluffy stage of adulthood is that there are some  very cute “fluffy girl” fashions today.

Honey, I am thankful. So. Thankful.

A cute tee, a great fitting pair of jeans,  and a bold  little sweater or jacket…

And I am ready…

Write 31 Days –

Day 5 – Feeling Fluffy and Fabulous

 

Tis the Season for Weight Watchers

Months of whiny self-imposed Cheetos and dark chocolate consumption resulted in a troublesome ten pound gain.

Heavy sigh…chin to chest…guilt…

One minute the horrid little pounds were not there  and then they were…hidden beneath the baggie comfort of easy summer living apparel. My t-shirts and loose fitting gym shorts were my friends initially, but as the summer dragged by, ended, and fall settled in, my comfy clothes became a little snug in the hips. They no longer  hid my dark chocolate-Cheetos secrets…

Who am I kidding? It wasn’t just chocolate and Cheetos…It was bread. And s’mores.

And my lack of exercise… because I was reading…another great book. And a million other things.

My reading poncho made by my sweet sister...

My reading poncho made by my sweet sister…

Bottom line…I lost my “want-to” and I couldn’t find it anywhere…I stopped caring.

Now I feeling a little more like myself…my old self,  and I am ready to take charge again…sort of.

My old friend Weight Watchers was there…”weighting” on my return to sanity…to reason…to self-discipline.

Many people snub the idea of a weight loss program with meetings and weigh ins, but Weight Watchers  works for this girl.  I need to put my money where my appetite is.  I need the accountability of  another soul knowing my weight. I need that knowing tender look of  “Oh my goodness, honey, you have picked up a little weight,” or the high 5 chest pump of  “Way to go, girl!  You lost! You are awesome!”

Public accolades? Yes indeedy! They are good for my Oreo and Cheetos inflated pants size.

Without making myself crazy or starving, I am now five pounds lighter heading into Thanksgiving tomorrow. Balance is my renewed mantra.  I can have this, but I will have to skip something later.  Smart eating, more fruit and vegetables, less sweets and carbs.  No late night snacking. Drinking water like my life depends on it. Five more pounds  and maybe a few more by the first of the year, that’s all I am really looking to lose.  Half way there!

What I know about myself is this. I am rarely out of control in only one area of my life.  My eating reflects other emotional issues which need to be addressed, and they have been.

In all honesty, some days are better than others. Today has been a heavy cooking day, which does not bode well for me. A batch of Cream Cheese Sausage Balls baked for Josh this morning  have been my down fall.  By 9 a.m.  I had already consumed my entire day’s worth of Points Plus Values.   Those little sausage balls were just sitting there as I mixed and cooked and chopped and sautéed and baked in preparation for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving meal. Whispering to me…”I am warm. I am crispy. I am yummy.”

What I should have heard screeching in my head was…”I will sit on your hips. Unforgiving jeans will make you miserable and render you unable to breathe.  Eating me means that you will live on vegetables and low fat cottage cheese for the rest of the day.”

BUT…moms cook when their baby boys come home from college. Josh loves sausage balls. I cooked sausage balls. I ate sausage balls…a bunch of them…I lost count.

How are you finding food balance during this holiday season?

P.S. Did I mention I am a life time member and  former Weight Watcher receptionist, and leader?

 

 

 

 

 

My Seminary Pounds…

 1 Corinthians 10:23 “Everything is permissible’ –but not everything is beneficial. ‘Everything is permissible’—but not everything is constructive.” NIV

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Lysa TerKeurst’s Made to Crave books and study

My lifelong battle with inherited thunder thighs and hips is one of the many reasons I run toward a Philippians 4:8 life.

I cannot remember I time when I haven’t resembled a pear…. a large pear…with dimples.  In all honesty, I can tell you that I have coveted the petite bodies of many of my friends.  I am jealous of the fact that they can wear horizontal stripes and bold prints not look like a balloon in the Macy’s Thanksgivings Day parade.

Five years ago, I lost 45 pounds on Weight Watchers, and it was amazing. I have loved the program since… tweaks and all! It works for me. I became a Weight Watcher leader, and I loved encouraging my members on their weight loss adventures. Working for Weight Watchers kept me on the straight and narrow. It was a ministry for me.

BUT… I stepped away from it to return to school. My safety net, my support system and my accountability of required weigh in’s were gone.

AND…That’s not good for someone like me, who could snarf down a package of Oreos and a bag of Stacy’s Cinnamon and Sugar Pita Chips in a heartbeat and a half.

I have to be diligent about maintaining my weight, and I haven’t for the last 6 months. My blame game is extensive… I gained weight because I was taking seminary classes, teaching, problems with my arthritis and my feet (a result of weight gain, I might add) and crazy schedules.

Yadda yadda yadda…whatever!  Bottom line…I became lazy.

My discipline slipped and I landed on my large pear-shaped keester licking my orange, Cheeto-cheese covered fingers.

I found myself battling to get back to my pre-seminary original Weight Watcher goal, which meant losing about 12 pounds.

My eating habits were just a symptom of other areas of weakness in my life and my heart. My daily quiet time had become rushed and honestly, non-existent on some week day mornings. I was spending too much time on Facebook, and shopping online (even though I didn’t always buy the items…I shopped).

Empty time…wasted time… Selfish time…

My current season of quiet has become a renewed time of discipline.

Food is an idol for me, and prayerfully, I must be very deliberate about what I eat. Lysa TerKeurst’s Made to Crave series has been rich for me. This is my second reading. Dog-eared, highlighted and underlined the pages remind me of God’s desire for me to find my balance in Him and Him alone…

Today I am 5 pounds less, and I struggle. I always will, but this battle is one I can only wage on my face before the Lord.

How about you?

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