Enjoying Healthy Habits

Seven years ago I began my health journey. For a long time I believed it began when a friend offered to help me get healthy. However, as the years passed I’ve realized it truly began with my desire to change my life. Without that, nothing else matters.

The years passed and I’ve gained and lost and gained again. I lost my desire to be healthy, instead choosing to fall back into old habits. So many factors go into getting healthy. Time,money and knowledge as well as desire.

I’m grateful for my friend all those years ago because I learned so much about exercising. For the first time in my life I began to understand what my body was capable of doing. Today, I understand so much more. I’m older now, therefore my body will react differently now. But it will react, I will learn new things about my body. New ways to care for it.

I’m also in a better place spiritually and mentally. I once believed that by losing weight I was doing something that warranted a reward of some kind. What I missed was getting healthy was the reward. I was obsessed with the number on the scale, that being at my so called ideal would bring so much joy. Instead, it brought me so much anxiety. I worried about every morsel of food I ate. I constantly compared my stomach bulge to other women around me. (Something I know understand is a natural consequence of simply sitting down).

I went from caring too much to not caring. I ate badly and often, exercising became a sometime habit. The reality is life changes and adjusting to that can take time. Seven years ago I had more free time to work out twice a day. Today, I have more responsibility and less free time. I still however, have time to workout and meal prep. I have to set aside time to do it, be proactive.

I just didn’t want to have to think about it so much! Figuring out what workouts to do and foods to eat. I needed to get out of my rut. Honestly I felt bored and underwhelmed about getting healthy.

I also do better when it’s a challenge. I did well with Whole 30, it had clear guidelines and an end date. I also did well training for my half marathon a few years back (something I aim to do again).

If I’ve learned anything it’s better to do it within community. I have an awesome church community, and now I’ve joined an online community called Fit Girls Guide. I’ve followed them for a few years and decided to go for it! They provide a workout plan, grocery list and menu and most of all a community of women cheering each other on. Bonus, it’s made me excited to get healthy again!

If your someone getting back into healthy things, whatever form this may take, I hope it excites you. I hope doing it brings you joy. There is no one right way to get healthy. If you try something and it’s not for you, try something else. If you start and life happens, have grace for yourself. If your in a place of not yet but soon or even not at all, don’t let others overwhelm you with advice. When you’re ready, you’ll know and you will kick booty!

Embracing Waiting

Waiting. It feel like in my life that I’m constantly waiting for something, at times patiently and other times not as much. I know I’m not alone in this I’m sure.

Waiting is often seen as unfair. People hate to wait. If there is an unforeseen wait, people become uncomfortable and impatient. It can either be the day to day errands that end up taking longer. Or in the waiting for other things, dreams and hopes in life.

Waiting means inconvenience. It means that the thing I may want will take longer or even not at all. Waiting can mean disappointment. It can mean heartache. It can also mean gaining something far greater than originally hoped for.

What matters is how I wait. When I wait with an attitude of I deserve this or that, then I become selfish. I lose sight of the things I already have in my life. Instead becoming obsessed with this thing or hope.

When I wait with a sense of humbleness and prayerfully my focus becomes less on myself and more onJesus. Laying all my expectations at the feet of Jesus. This doesn’t mean I have ceased longing for these things but I give up on the idea that I have control over gaining them.

I confess this is hard for me to do. I’ve had to give up hopes & desires again and again. I’ve had to learn to let go of an expectation. I’ve had to learn that not getting something in the timeframe I wanted doesn’t mean I’m less than somehow. There are things I have longed for in the past that hurt so much when it didn’t happen. As I look back, I find myself grateful today for that journey. I understand that in some things I had desired was with the wrong heart and attitude.

It always comes back to that. It’s not so much the what I’m waiting on but where is my heart and attitude about it? Instead of seeing waiting as an inconvenience, I am choosing to see it as an opportunity.

An opportunity to learn, an opportunity to grow. This year I to choose to embrace waiting instead of fighting against it. Because I wonder how much I have missed when fighting against waiting. What lessons have I missed because my focus was so zoned in on what I was waiting on instead of leaning into where the Lord was leading me?

And just like that, I believe I have found my word for this year. Or in this case phrase Embracing Waiting.

Linda - Victory

I Forgot Hope

Just like that in a flash it’s no longer the start of the new year but it’s end.

As I sit here contemplating what this year has been I realized that I forgot my word for 2018! I had to look at my post from last year to remember what my the word I had chosen!

My word was Hope, and I forgot about it. I think that’s funny.

It’s funny because I didn’t have to think about it. I wasn’t in need of reminding to Hope because this year has been living it out. That is such a blessing! Throughout this year of change and transitions, hope in Christ carried me through.

Just as with all years, it has been good, sad, exhausting, joyous and at times boring. I’ve grown in ways I didn’t foresee, fell back into some old habits and can say this has been a rather productive year for me all in all.

As those social media year end round ups start up I won’t sit there comparing my year against others.

I know what I achieved, what I let slide and what I chose to do with my time.

As this year prepares to wrap up, I understand Hope a bit more. Perhaps at times when I’m hoping for something instead of putting Hope in Christ I’m missing the point. What I learned this year is that Hope was something I already had.

I’m not sure I will choose a word for 2019. At this moment I don’t have an inkling for one. I’m not even sure what I’d like to try to achieve next year. Guess what, I’m just fine with that! Dear reader if you don’t either, embrace it!

Finisher Medal

Running, Round and Round

Five years ago I ran a half marathon. This was about a year after I began to run regularly. I went from being someone who found the idea of starting to exercise daunting. I wasn’t sure HOW to begin so therefore I chose not to.

Until a friend offered to help me and began working out with me. We started with walking laps, then eventually working up to full on running. In a few months I was out there on my own, running five to six days a week.

Signing up for the half marathon was a way for me to keep working towards a goal. My first goal of weight loss had been attained. Without setting goals, maintaining health and fitness gets boring. I needed a new challenge and it was needed.

In the ensuing years, running became my on again, off again relationship. Seasons of being gung ho and excited about it and other seasons of feeling meh about it. But I return to it again and again for many reasons.

It’s cheaper to run than to join a gym. I only need to invest in a good pair of sneakers and off I go! I’m lucky to live in a community with several parks and at least one with lights perfect for evening runs.

Staying consistent with running has been a struggle without having a goal. I’ve decided to start setting new goals, in this vein I signed up for a 5k this Thanksgiving morning. Next I hope to do a 10K then perhaps another half marathon.

Paying for these races is an investment and an incentive to meet these goals. I desire to take care of this body as well as I can. Running has taught me so much about the things my body is able to do. It has taught me about how I can want to give up and the benefits pushing through that.

Those lessons are invaluable.

My Health Journey

Six years ago I learned how to be healthier and that running isn’t the devil. But so much can change over time, mindset, metabolism, schedule and motivation. I’ve found what works for me, what foods or moods can trigger me. That just because I know how to make better choices when it comes to my health, it doesn’t mean I will or want to.

The things I have learned about my body over these six years are numerous. I will continue to learn more as I get older. I’ve learned what I don’t want just as much as what I want.

Why I Don’t Stress My Weight

It’s not that I don’t care that my weight is where it is today. At my “ideal ” weight, I was the least joyful. The process of losing weight was easier in some respects than maintaining my “ideal” weight. Losing weight, I had a goal to meet. It’s the same as when I did Whole 30, I also had a goal to meet in doing that. I do well with goals it seems, especially if they are public ones too.

But maintaining an “ideal” weight that in the end isn’t so ideal isn’t healthy either. Nor is letting my continued apathy towards where I am right now. How will this look in my life as discover new goals? I honestly don’t know yet. But I do understand better that ideal isn’t necessarily a number on the scale.

Where I am today and where I would like to be has a ways to go.

Lacking Motivation

I also lack the motivation to do what I need to do to get there. When I lost the bulk of my weight, I was doing two intense workouts a day, seven days a week (I learned later on about rest days). It wasn’t something that can be maintained in the long run.

I also don’t want to stop eating the way I have been. There, I said. It’s been a stressful time with my move and moving into a new role at work but it’s also been my choice. It’s not that I eat nothing healthy but ending each day with ice cream doesn’t help that.

A New Start

I know what I need to do. It’s about owning the choices I have made to get here. To understand why I have chosen to eat the way I have ( tastes good, makes me feel good, convenient).

Previously as I posted about healthy eating or a motivational picture, I was not always following my own advice. That is the reality of blogs, social media et al. It’s not the entire story.

The reality of getting healthy is that it’s something that can fall away. I didn’t believe I would end up making the same choices that have lead to my weight gain when I was in the midst of losing it. But here I am and the reality is at times it can feel easier to fall back into the habits that I know. Instead of habits that are good for me.

This takes routine as well as motivation. But life doesn’t adhere to routines, at least not for long. Things shift, an illness, a change in jobs and *poof* it changes. Sometimes it’s easier to get back into it. Other times it takes longer, or even not at all.

This is where I’m at right now. Trying to make the better choices, owning when I don’t and meeting myself where I am. And most importantly, not comparing myself to others. The other day as I went out for my run/walk, a gentleman ran circles around me at the park. It hit me that I too had been at the point where I could run laps nearly non-stop. One day I may be there again but I have to want it and work up to that once again. That’s what I mean by meeting myself where I am.

The Everyday Moments

It’s been a while since I last posted a blog. There was a lot of change in my personal life. Not only that but I had become less enthusiastic about blogging. I felt that blogs had to be about something BIG. A statement about the state of things and pontificating on such things isn’t easy. There are far better educated and nuanced writers out there who can capture these ideas than myself.

Then one day on Twitter, a blogger I follow lamented the loss of the blogs of old. Blogs about the everyday moments. Then she posted a blog about those very things. And I recalled why I fell in love with reading blogs (a moment of silence for Google Reader please!). And why I had fallen in love with writing my own. Starting on Blogger, moving to WordPress, to my own website and back to WordPress. My blogs have covered a variety of topics, the biggest one my journey to getting healthy five years ago.

Writing those posts about health, I began to feel like a fraud. While I’ve maintained certain aspects of healthy habits, I’ve let others fall by the wayside. So I began to write less of those. I wrote about writing ( another habit I’ve gotten out of as well). But I began to feel I didn’t have anything new to say that hadn’t already been said.

I wanted my writing career to take off via my blog. When it didn’t happen because I became overwhelmed with the amount of talent out there. My editing skills are not as honed and while I did find work for a time doing that, it wasn’t my forte. I felt lost as to where to start and if this is how I wanted to make my living. I had to ask myself what I wanted to gain from doing it.

Besides doubting myself I was also in the process of moving. For the first time since my twenties I was going to move into my a place of my own. Figuring out an affordable place to live was a long journey for me. I had also taken on a new role at my day job as well and I had no energy left to write.

I didn’t know what to write about for my blog or if I wanted to continue blogging. But then I saw the tweet about posting blogs about the regular everyday things and became inspired.

At this time I don’t have a plan for the blog. I know what I want to write about. I hope that people will find it helpful or funny or even themselves in them. I hope to recapture what I loved about writing blog posts and writing in general.

Grief

Wrestling with Patience

Patience. The very word can send me into annoyed levels upon hearing the word.

The last thing I have wanted to hear throughout my life while in the midst of a struggle is be PATIENT.

Patience with others, situations or things to come has not been easy for me. To say the least.

Hearing to be patient when not in a place to be patient has been the least motivating thing for me. In fact it only made me more upset.

I didn’t want to be patient! I wanted what I wanted right now and in the very way I envisioned it. So of course I would shut down, turning inwardly and into the spiral of wallowing.

So many times I brought my frustrations to God and still found myself in the same place. It wasn’t until I began to attempt to align my heart with His that things began to change. The more I prayed for His desire over my own ( seriously not easy!) and learning to be thankful for people, experiences and things in my life.

It’s not that my life changed overnight, I just learned how to (ahem) be patient in my circumstances. At times this can be called contentment or even steadfastness as we like to say in Christianese.

Essentially, staying put when what I long to do is run away or solve the situation myself. Which wouldn’t be good. I tend to panic react and end up in a worse situation than I would of been if I simply been (you know what I’m going to say right?) PATIENT .

Slowly and with a lot of bumps in the road, changes in my day to day began to emerge. From how I dealt with people, my circumstances and who God is in all of it. The more my heart aligns with Him, the more I see less of my own desires.

Examining the heart behind my desires had been so humbling. Why do I really want this or that? What do I believe I will get from it that I’m not getting right now?

Believe me when I say that those examinations are tough. I have to go into some deep parts of me to get a small grain of understanding. Even still I’ve come out fighting for my desires over that of God’s.

I’ve had a hard time of being patient with people. Many times I’ve been harsh or short with others because they were the ones bothering me. Often too , my impatience can be a cover for my embarrassment. When being caught off guard, my comfort zone is a place of defense. If I have enough bluster then maybe my lack of knowledge won’t be noticed.

Yeah, right.

I read through James 5:7-12, where James encourages patience. Not only patience for the things I desire in this life but to have patience for the coming of Jesus. I must give credit for this insight to the ladies in the young adults group I help lead at church.

In the midst of a current hardship and even joy, Jesus is the greatest promise. Beyond anything else, patience waiting upon the Lord. Because the promises of God are far greater than anything I can desire.

It’s ok to wrestle with patience. It’s ok to say you are frustrated but not to stay there. That’s the biggest thing I’ve learned about patience.