I had a food blog for four days. It is apparently obvious to me that follow through is not one of my strong suits. And I had so much encouragement on the blog too, which I just reread, and thought to myself, "why didn't I keep doing that?" I have always known that I am more of a sprinter than a marathoner, but 4 days? That's laughable. The truth is, I'm still trying to eat healthy and lose a few pounds but it hasn't happened like I would want it to sooo...just keep holding your breath for the before fat pic and the after bikini pic. It's comin.
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I"ve had other ideas since then, and right now, I'm working on another one. Luckily the weight loss industry is huge and my hope is that if I keep trying, maybe I'll get through 25-30 programs and eventually I'll find one that "works" for me which is another way of saying, "enough already"! There is no end to the "new" programs you can try. Down here in CA, there is a billboard for the lap band every 100 feet on the freeway, I've heard they started sneaking into people's houses and implanting them against the will of the one who needs to lose weight. It's a government conspiracy. I keep waiting to wake up and not feel hungry anymore and the pounds just start to magically melt away. So far...nothing.
Tonight my special hub is working late, my kiddos are watching movies, and I am inspired to write...share my thoughts with y'all.
Aside from the always continual food talk, my heart has been inspired to pray and meditate in a more formal way. I ordered a book from Amazon, Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions. I'm so excited to get it. I'm going to set up a prayer place, keep it clean and neat, with books, bibles, pens, all nearby. I'm sure I'll do it for four days.
This year in California has been a year of learning. Learning how to survive without my community, my peeps. Learning about myself, and my God. Knowing that He is there and the thought, ahem lie, that comes that I am alone is not true. Learning that God meets my needs in different ways than I think he should. I've learned that struggle is a really good part of life, and that we all need it in some form. Learning more about my husband and his devotion to me. Learning (recently) that there are people who are so devoted to their brothers and sisters in Christ that I see Jesus in a way I never thought possible.
Well, the husband unit came home and surprised me, so I got to talk to a real person, and the writing was put off. Now, after a delicous drink, talk, and avocado toast, it's time to end this profound blog entry.
