I found out yesterday that one of my grandmothers died on Monday. This Grandma Gen was a woman that I didn't really know, but loved anyway.
I guess the thing that I remember about her most is that every year growing up I got a birthday card from her. She was my father's mother, and my father left us all when I was about 2. I don't ever remember hearing from him growing up, but every year without fail, Grandma Gen sent me a birthday card. I felt the love.
I found out about her death because I am a "friend" to my father on myspace, and he posted a blog and a bulletin about her. I rarely check my myspace account anymore, but I did yesterday on a whim. Anyway, Tom (my father) put this video of her playing the piano in his blog, and I thought I'd share.
I sat down and watched this video, and my kids gathered around me and I told them what I knew about her. Becca said, "she plays piano like Uncle Steven!" I had to laugh. The musical gene is passed down from that side of the family, and my brother serves God with his talents.
A few years back she met my older two kids. We were up in Oregon visiting my brother and she and Tom dropped by. Becca wouldn't remember, she was only 2, and Micah...well even if he remembered meeting her, I probably would never know.
Honestly, I don't know how I really feel right now. I'm sad, but I really never knew her well, so the loss isn't really that deep. I find myself wishing that I knew her better, then maybe I would know how to feel. I don't know.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
My Big Girl
On Sunday evening my daughter was baptized. I was so excited. I took her up to get changed and realized that I didn't have a camera with me besides Becca's. So here are the pictures that I have from her camera. Becca was so excited. She asked so many questions about everything that went on up in the baptistery. Thankfully it was her Sunday School teacher (a woman who is among those in my life who I want to be just like when I grow up) who was the deacon's wife who was helping her up there. She answered the questions, knowing Becca well enough to say just the right things to her. I
stayed with her and took pictures from what I thought would be just a different vantage point, but it turned out that my mom had technical difficulties with her camera down in the pews, so these are the pictures the only ones that I have, but I am still holding hope that my sister-in-law got some good ones.Becca isn't really short for her age or anything, but she is only 5, so when she went down the stairs to meet her daddy, he had to lift her (though she can swim, it pr
obably wouldn't have been a good idea). Then when he tried to sit her down, she still couldn't keep her head above water. So then she stood next to her daddy while he preached for a bit (he is a pastor, after all).I am so proud of my baby girl. The change in her life has been amazing. She really wasn't a bad kid before, but still, she had a big attitude problem at times. Lately the attitude comes, and a gentle reminder works for her to pull herself together. Yesterday co
uld have been an exception, she threw a huge fit over homework. Still, I talked to her a bit, and I realized that her real problem was that she was overly tired. She took a nap, and while she was still pretty upset about being grounded afterward (consequences still exist no matter what), she took it well.I don't know why I expected any different, but I just didn't see her change being that drastic. She is taking her relationship with Christ very seriously. Don't get me wrong, she's still Becca. She is a 5 year old princess and everyone's mom. She feels that if no one else is going to be in charge, it's her job, and if there is someone else i
n charge, it's her job to be the helper and police if someone else gets out of hand. She just seems to be understanding more that God is in charge, and Mom is His helper. Becca's job is to listen and obey. Since that is a difficult concept for any of us to get, I understand the struggle. Still, I'm glad that she's tackling that concept ea
rly in life. Hopefully it will make things easier for her in the future.
Friday, February 20, 2009
I'm Happy Being Me
Yesterday, during my quiet time, I came to a decision that gave me so much peace. Let me back up, though.
Lately I have been looking for a career goal. Ever since my husband was out of work for several months, I had it in my head that I needed to find a career so that it doesn't happen again. What's funny is that the whole time that Tony was out of work, all of our needs were met, and God gave me peace that everything was going to be ok. I trusted Him the whole time, and He provided. Still, I decided to take it upon myself to fix things so that I wouldn't have to be in that position again. I had prayed about it, but in reality, I was just talking, and not really listening.
When things didn't work out how I wanted them to for nursing, I decided to pray for direction for a career. I wanted God to call me into something that would make my financial stress go away. I started listening better, but no answer came. I asked constantly what God wanted me to study for. I knew I wanted to go back to college, but I really had no idea what to study. I asked for direction in my schooling. No answer there. I enjoyed photography, but that really wasn't an answer. I just don't feel called to do that professionally.
When I got into my quiet time I asked again what I should do next. I'd like to say that I was reading something like the passage in Hebrews that talks about being content with what you have, but I wasn't. I was actually in the book of Matthew. In chapter 12, at the very end of the chapter, Jesus was told that his mother and brothers were outside and wanted to speak to Him. Jesus was speaking to His disciples, and He says in verse 50, "For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother." I just couldn't get this out of my head. I know that it really has nothing to do with what is going on in that passage, but I couldn't get it out of my head that God called me to be a mother. He didn't have a paying job in mind for me (at least no monetary pay). He wants me to take care of my family.
I look at my goals for this year (that I believe He gave me anyway), and I see taking care of my family. My goals are to be more organized, be healthier, a better cook, a better photographer, and to edify others. Each one of those benefits my family. They are mom things. Yeah, some are really more focused on me, but when I take care of myself, I am taking care of my family. I can't take care of them if they have to take care of me. Photography helps me relax, and a relaxed mom is always a good thing.
Anyway, that's my decision. At the moment, I'm just a mom. Yeah, I said just a mom. You and I know that being a mom is big enough of a job without having to add more stuff to it. I get the opportunity to trust God again with my finances, but I've been there. God did His job, and He is trustworthy enough to do it forever.
Lately I have been looking for a career goal. Ever since my husband was out of work for several months, I had it in my head that I needed to find a career so that it doesn't happen again. What's funny is that the whole time that Tony was out of work, all of our needs were met, and God gave me peace that everything was going to be ok. I trusted Him the whole time, and He provided. Still, I decided to take it upon myself to fix things so that I wouldn't have to be in that position again. I had prayed about it, but in reality, I was just talking, and not really listening.
When things didn't work out how I wanted them to for nursing, I decided to pray for direction for a career. I wanted God to call me into something that would make my financial stress go away. I started listening better, but no answer came. I asked constantly what God wanted me to study for. I knew I wanted to go back to college, but I really had no idea what to study. I asked for direction in my schooling. No answer there. I enjoyed photography, but that really wasn't an answer. I just don't feel called to do that professionally.
When I got into my quiet time I asked again what I should do next. I'd like to say that I was reading something like the passage in Hebrews that talks about being content with what you have, but I wasn't. I was actually in the book of Matthew. In chapter 12, at the very end of the chapter, Jesus was told that his mother and brothers were outside and wanted to speak to Him. Jesus was speaking to His disciples, and He says in verse 50, "For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother." I just couldn't get this out of my head. I know that it really has nothing to do with what is going on in that passage, but I couldn't get it out of my head that God called me to be a mother. He didn't have a paying job in mind for me (at least no monetary pay). He wants me to take care of my family.
I look at my goals for this year (that I believe He gave me anyway), and I see taking care of my family. My goals are to be more organized, be healthier, a better cook, a better photographer, and to edify others. Each one of those benefits my family. They are mom things. Yeah, some are really more focused on me, but when I take care of myself, I am taking care of my family. I can't take care of them if they have to take care of me. Photography helps me relax, and a relaxed mom is always a good thing.
Anyway, that's my decision. At the moment, I'm just a mom. Yeah, I said just a mom. You and I know that being a mom is big enough of a job without having to add more stuff to it. I get the opportunity to trust God again with my finances, but I've been there. God did His job, and He is trustworthy enough to do it forever.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
A Booger Blog
The subject matter of this blog is just gross, but it's just where I am today.
A couple of nights ago my oldest daughter came into our room and coughed her way through the night. So begins my mission in fighting boogers.
I have a humidifier in the girls room now, so we don't have the late night wake up calls due to incessant coughing. Still, it isn't easy to keep up with the twin's runny noses. I turn my house into a giant humidifier by boiling water (this also heats the house quite well) to keep them from coughing all the time, and I pile on the clothes and break out several extra boxes of tissue so that there is always some within reach.
Sickness rotates it's way around my house, and that is what I am trying to avoid. Becca just has a runny nose, but she goes to school well armed with tissues and knows to wash her hands all the time. So far we have kept this from Micah, and I hope to keep it that way. He doesn't do well with the sniffles.
When Becca was a baby, a simple runny nose would keep her awake all the time. She would have trouble breathing every time I set her down, and when I would take her to the doctor, she would send us home telling me that it was just a cold, and to elevate her head. Becca slept in a bouncer for about 3 months. Runny noses just do that to her. She does better now with just a humidifier, but she still has to elevate her head more. Fortunately she can do that without coming and getting her mommy and daddy in the middle of the night now.
Ali and Zoe are not the same, but they tend to have more attitude problems when they are sick (like the rest of the world). So far, with just the runny noses, they still have not had too many issues, and they really like that I am forcing fluids this morning (there's nothing that they love more than a whole bunch of watered down apple juice). Still, I am expecting a lot more issues in the coming days if this thing sticks around.
For myself, I am taking stuff to avoid getting sick. Forcing fluids on myself as well, though I don't enjoy watered down apple juice like my daughters. I stick to water.
Micah used to be so notorious for a runny nose that Tony and I took to calling him booger boy. We found out that he has allergies that really have cleared up over the last 4 years on the gf/cf diet. I attribute it to the diet, but I guess it could be that he just grew out of them. The nickname has been tamed to "boogs" by daddy, but when I start to get irritated at him, I tend to call my boy a booger, and that makes us laugh sometimes. Nothing like a wierd nickname to get you out of a bad mood.
To finish off my booger blog, I was going to put a youtube video of Wierd Al's "Gotta Boogie" but I decided that the song would be just way too gross. Still, that song has been stuck in my head today. If you haven't heard it before...well I envy you, but you could waste your time on looking it up on youtube, it's there.
A couple of nights ago my oldest daughter came into our room and coughed her way through the night. So begins my mission in fighting boogers.
I have a humidifier in the girls room now, so we don't have the late night wake up calls due to incessant coughing. Still, it isn't easy to keep up with the twin's runny noses. I turn my house into a giant humidifier by boiling water (this also heats the house quite well) to keep them from coughing all the time, and I pile on the clothes and break out several extra boxes of tissue so that there is always some within reach.
Sickness rotates it's way around my house, and that is what I am trying to avoid. Becca just has a runny nose, but she goes to school well armed with tissues and knows to wash her hands all the time. So far we have kept this from Micah, and I hope to keep it that way. He doesn't do well with the sniffles.
When Becca was a baby, a simple runny nose would keep her awake all the time. She would have trouble breathing every time I set her down, and when I would take her to the doctor, she would send us home telling me that it was just a cold, and to elevate her head. Becca slept in a bouncer for about 3 months. Runny noses just do that to her. She does better now with just a humidifier, but she still has to elevate her head more. Fortunately she can do that without coming and getting her mommy and daddy in the middle of the night now.
Ali and Zoe are not the same, but they tend to have more attitude problems when they are sick (like the rest of the world). So far, with just the runny noses, they still have not had too many issues, and they really like that I am forcing fluids this morning (there's nothing that they love more than a whole bunch of watered down apple juice). Still, I am expecting a lot more issues in the coming days if this thing sticks around.
For myself, I am taking stuff to avoid getting sick. Forcing fluids on myself as well, though I don't enjoy watered down apple juice like my daughters. I stick to water.
Micah used to be so notorious for a runny nose that Tony and I took to calling him booger boy. We found out that he has allergies that really have cleared up over the last 4 years on the gf/cf diet. I attribute it to the diet, but I guess it could be that he just grew out of them. The nickname has been tamed to "boogs" by daddy, but when I start to get irritated at him, I tend to call my boy a booger, and that makes us laugh sometimes. Nothing like a wierd nickname to get you out of a bad mood.
To finish off my booger blog, I was going to put a youtube video of Wierd Al's "Gotta Boogie" but I decided that the song would be just way too gross. Still, that song has been stuck in my head today. If you haven't heard it before...well I envy you, but you could waste your time on looking it up on youtube, it's there.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Blah Stuff
I figured out how much weight I've lost in the past 4 months. I found a paper from my doctor that had my weight then. I have lost 28 lbs. I don't think I can see it. I'm sure if I had measured (if I cared that much) it would be spread out all over. Basically my jeans that were tight back then fit me loosely right now, but since I'm broke, I can't go for a size smaller to see if they fit. I don't know, I might just go out and try stuff on but leave my debit card at home, just to see if I fit a size smaller.
Not that it matters, but I could use something that would make me feel good right now.
I've been feeling blah lately. I'm just not happy. I don't know why. Nothing is particularly wrong, but nothing makes me feel really happy. I used to get happier after every time I went walking (you know, the high you gain from exercise...I could get all scientific about it, but I won't), but that isn't happening anymore. Maybe I need to pump up my workout. I don't know if I have time to add more on, and I don't want to change to something else, I'm afraid I'll mess up my routine.
I was hoping that having a clean house would cheer me up, and Tony helped me out a lot yesterday to make at least my living room a nicer place to be, even that didn't work. Still, it isn't done, so maybe I just need to keep working on that.
Time to get back into the Psalms I think. It's easier to focus on joy when I'm reading about it. Of course, happiness and joy are two very different things. I'm happy that my living room is cleaner, but that has nothing to do with my joy. Circumstances can change and make me unhappy, but they can't take away my joy. My Source of joy doesn't leave me. There is nothing on earth that will take Him away from me.
Just writing that makes me feel a little better. Here's an awesome praise Psalm.
Psalm 98
1 Sing to the LORD a new song,
for he has done marvelous things;
his right hand and his holy arm
have worked salvation for him.
Not that it matters, but I could use something that would make me feel good right now.
I've been feeling blah lately. I'm just not happy. I don't know why. Nothing is particularly wrong, but nothing makes me feel really happy. I used to get happier after every time I went walking (you know, the high you gain from exercise...I could get all scientific about it, but I won't), but that isn't happening anymore. Maybe I need to pump up my workout. I don't know if I have time to add more on, and I don't want to change to something else, I'm afraid I'll mess up my routine.
I was hoping that having a clean house would cheer me up, and Tony helped me out a lot yesterday to make at least my living room a nicer place to be, even that didn't work. Still, it isn't done, so maybe I just need to keep working on that.
Time to get back into the Psalms I think. It's easier to focus on joy when I'm reading about it. Of course, happiness and joy are two very different things. I'm happy that my living room is cleaner, but that has nothing to do with my joy. Circumstances can change and make me unhappy, but they can't take away my joy. My Source of joy doesn't leave me. There is nothing on earth that will take Him away from me.
Just writing that makes me feel a little better. Here's an awesome praise Psalm.
Psalm 98
1 Sing to the LORD a new song,
for he has done marvelous things;
his right hand and his holy arm
have worked salvation for him.
2 The LORD has made his salvation known
and revealed his righteousness to the nations.
3 He has remembered his love
and his faithfulness to the house of Israel;
all the ends of the earth have seen
the salvation of our God.
4 Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth,
burst into jubilant song with music;
5 make music to the LORD with the harp,
with the harp and the sound of singing,
6 with trumpets and the blast of the ram's horn—
shout for joy before the LORD, the King.
7 Let the sea resound, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it.
8 Let the rivers clap their hands,
Let the mountains sing together for joy;
9 let them sing before the LORD,
for he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
and the peoples with equity.
Friday, February 13, 2009
The List
The following is a list of things that I need to do today but I am probably not going to get around to half of them. You could say that I am wasting time blogging about them, but I am multi-tasking at the moment (there are children on my lap in need of Mommy time before she ignores them for an hour or so).
I need to:
1. Do laundry (I know, who doesn't?)
2. Pick up all the junk on the floor of the living room
3. Go out to get a present for a birthday party this evening
4. Bake something to warm up my house
5. Keep my twins out of trouble
6. Dinner
7. Scrub my dining room floor (I didn't mop after dinner last night's dinner and I really should have apparently)
So that's my list. Shouldn't be too terribly hard, right? Well, if you could see my living room, you wouldn't say that (no, I'm not posting a picture, it's horrible). Still, nothing is that bad, right? Why am I being so negative about getting things done? It has to do with #5. The twins are way too two to actually get everything done. If you only have singles, you really don't know. Twins just have their ways...
Anyway, this entire post is just to give me an excuse to share this thing that my friend shared with me on facebook. Enjoy!
I need to:
1. Do laundry (I know, who doesn't?)
2. Pick up all the junk on the floor of the living room
3. Go out to get a present for a birthday party this evening
4. Bake something to warm up my house
5. Keep my twins out of trouble
6. Dinner
7. Scrub my dining room floor (I didn't mop after dinner last night's dinner and I really should have apparently)
So that's my list. Shouldn't be too terribly hard, right? Well, if you could see my living room, you wouldn't say that (no, I'm not posting a picture, it's horrible). Still, nothing is that bad, right? Why am I being so negative about getting things done? It has to do with #5. The twins are way too two to actually get everything done. If you only have singles, you really don't know. Twins just have their ways...
Anyway, this entire post is just to give me an excuse to share this thing that my friend shared with me on facebook. Enjoy!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Something Wonderful
Yesterday, in the middle of a sad day in our church, something wonderful happened.
We were taking the Lord's Supper, the last one with our current pastor, and my daughter asked if she could have some of the juice. Now, we have had this conversation before, so I wasn't really thinking anything of it, and I just explained again that this wasn't just a snack in church, it was for people who have made Jesus their boss and asked for forgiveness for their sins. This is something that she and I have had many many conversations about lately, and basically she came to the conclusion in the past that she didn't want to make God her boss, because she doesn't like what He says to do sometimes (sound familiar? It's something that a lot of adults say when asked to make Him their Lord). If she hadn't had so many conversations with me about this subject, I would have figured that she just didn't want to be left out when everyone around her was having a snack and I really wouldn't have taken her seriously. I never had in the past when this conversation came up.
So I began to talk to her about what the elements meant, and she kept finishing my sentences. She told me that she knew all that and that Jesus died on the cross for her sins, and that she wanted to tell Him sorry and that she wants to make Him her boss now. She prayed. There really wasn't much prompting from me, but I wanted to make sure that I wasn't just getting what I wanted to hear from her so that she could have some juice and crackers. After the service was over, I told her she had to go talk to Pastor about it. I asked her which she would like to talk to, Pastor Dale or Pastor Brian, and I was really happy that she said Pastor Brian, because he is the one who is staying around for a while, and I would rather he know exactly where she is spiritually first hand so that if she has to talk to him later, he can help her out easier. I just like my daughter to have a good relationship with her pastor, you know?
Anyway, he talked to her, and I was there at first, and she was kinda shy about talking to him at first, and so she was just joking with him in her conversation. It's just what she does when she is nervous. Brian pressed on, though, and got her to talk to him. It was really nice to see him relate to her and see through her flirty nature to her heart in the matter. A lot of people would have just said that she wasn't ready and blown her off. He didn't feed her answers or anything, but he played with her until she was comfortable talking to him. In the end, he took her to talk without me, and they prayed together. Brian said that it took a lot to get stuff out of her, but she did finally answer his questions, and she prayed.
Becca did a lot of telling people what happened, mostly because I made her. I figure that if she can explain to people who love her what happened, she really meant it, and it will be easier to tell people later.
I have to say, her attitude today has been good. She keeps catching herself when she doesn't want to do something she is asked, and then just smiles and does it. I'm trying hard not to take advantage of that, since she is being so agreeable. I know, that's bad. Still, it's been so long since she has had a good attitude about helping out unless she gets a good reward. I'm still giving her points for things in our usual system, but she finished all her chores and is just being so good. I'm letting her watch tv right now, and I think I'll let her help me with dinner if she wants to.
So that is what is going on with me. I'm having a really good day, how about you?
"I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth." 3 John 1:4
We were taking the Lord's Supper, the last one with our current pastor, and my daughter asked if she could have some of the juice. Now, we have had this conversation before, so I wasn't really thinking anything of it, and I just explained again that this wasn't just a snack in church, it was for people who have made Jesus their boss and asked for forgiveness for their sins. This is something that she and I have had many many conversations about lately, and basically she came to the conclusion in the past that she didn't want to make God her boss, because she doesn't like what He says to do sometimes (sound familiar? It's something that a lot of adults say when asked to make Him their Lord). If she hadn't had so many conversations with me about this subject, I would have figured that she just didn't want to be left out when everyone around her was having a snack and I really wouldn't have taken her seriously. I never had in the past when this conversation came up.
So I began to talk to her about what the elements meant, and she kept finishing my sentences. She told me that she knew all that and that Jesus died on the cross for her sins, and that she wanted to tell Him sorry and that she wants to make Him her boss now. She prayed. There really wasn't much prompting from me, but I wanted to make sure that I wasn't just getting what I wanted to hear from her so that she could have some juice and crackers. After the service was over, I told her she had to go talk to Pastor about it. I asked her which she would like to talk to, Pastor Dale or Pastor Brian, and I was really happy that she said Pastor Brian, because he is the one who is staying around for a while, and I would rather he know exactly where she is spiritually first hand so that if she has to talk to him later, he can help her out easier. I just like my daughter to have a good relationship with her pastor, you know?
Anyway, he talked to her, and I was there at first, and she was kinda shy about talking to him at first, and so she was just joking with him in her conversation. It's just what she does when she is nervous. Brian pressed on, though, and got her to talk to him. It was really nice to see him relate to her and see through her flirty nature to her heart in the matter. A lot of people would have just said that she wasn't ready and blown her off. He didn't feed her answers or anything, but he played with her until she was comfortable talking to him. In the end, he took her to talk without me, and they prayed together. Brian said that it took a lot to get stuff out of her, but she did finally answer his questions, and she prayed.
Becca did a lot of telling people what happened, mostly because I made her. I figure that if she can explain to people who love her what happened, she really meant it, and it will be easier to tell people later.
I have to say, her attitude today has been good. She keeps catching herself when she doesn't want to do something she is asked, and then just smiles and does it. I'm trying hard not to take advantage of that, since she is being so agreeable. I know, that's bad. Still, it's been so long since she has had a good attitude about helping out unless she gets a good reward. I'm still giving her points for things in our usual system, but she finished all her chores and is just being so good. I'm letting her watch tv right now, and I think I'll let her help me with dinner if she wants to.
So that is what is going on with me. I'm having a really good day, how about you?
"I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth." 3 John 1:4
Friday, February 6, 2009
Healthy Stuff
As I ate a chocolate doughnut this morning I realized that I kinda dropped the ball in sharing where I am in health matters.
Yeah, the doughnut was a bad idea.
I still walk at least 3 times a week (location based upon kids and the state of my living room (I can't work out if I see too much clutter-it drives me nuts...and I don't want to trip on toys)). I weigh in once a week with the family still (I lost some weight, but I really can't tell you how much because I don't remember). I continue to work on my cholesterol, and that is where the real progress was made.
Over the last 6 months, I lowered my cholesterol by 10%. That's really good, but it's still in the high range, so my doctor put me on some stuff to help me out. Cholesterol is not all about what you eat anyway, it can also be determined by genetics, and basically anything bad health-wise runs in the family (well, not everything...a whole lot of bad stuff, though).
I think I'm driving my mom and Tony nuts by not having beef in my house, but they really haven't complained much. I try to make things tasty still. My mom needs to work on her cholesterol, too. I have no idea about Tony because he wouldn't go to the doctor unless he was dying. Still, I am probably going to crack down even more on what we are eating in this house, mostly because I don't want to have to take a pill twice a day for the rest of my life.
Cheese is where we get the most of our cholesterol in this house. I think I would have a revolt on my hands if I tried to get rid of it (I love cheese, I would never be able to do that anyway), but I think I am going to try to limit it, too. How? Basically that will mean that I will be making things for dinner that have little or no cheese. No more enchiladas (a family favorite) for a while. That means more recipes and more research. It also means that I will be more likely to make things for the whole family (Micah's diet doesn't include milk products). That means less cooking two meals so that everybody can actually eat. That will save time and money...bonus!
I saw Micah's baseball coach this week for the first time since baseball season last year (not winter ball, they don't have challenger league for that, I think it was June that we saw each other last), and she took one look at me and her eyes bugged out and said that I lost a lot of weight. I don't think I have lost that much, but it was still nice to hear from someone who hasn't seen me since I started my health obsession. I'm think I'm finally getting over my dislike of weight compliments. I know people are trying to be encouraging, and since that is always a good thing, I'm trying to take the things that people say in a positive way.
So that's my healthy stuff. I get checked again for cholesterol in 2 months, so hopefully I will have more good news then. Maybe I'll talk about my weight sometime, too. I don't know. I still don't want to make that my obsession. That is a hole that I don't want to fall into.
"All things are lawful for me, but not all things are profitable. All things are lawful for me, but I will not be mastered by anything. Food is for the stomach and the stomach is for food, but God will do away with both of them. Yet the body is not for immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord is for the body." 1Corinthians 6:12-13
Yeah, the doughnut was a bad idea.
I still walk at least 3 times a week (location based upon kids and the state of my living room (I can't work out if I see too much clutter-it drives me nuts...and I don't want to trip on toys)). I weigh in once a week with the family still (I lost some weight, but I really can't tell you how much because I don't remember). I continue to work on my cholesterol, and that is where the real progress was made.
Over the last 6 months, I lowered my cholesterol by 10%. That's really good, but it's still in the high range, so my doctor put me on some stuff to help me out. Cholesterol is not all about what you eat anyway, it can also be determined by genetics, and basically anything bad health-wise runs in the family (well, not everything...a whole lot of bad stuff, though).
I think I'm driving my mom and Tony nuts by not having beef in my house, but they really haven't complained much. I try to make things tasty still. My mom needs to work on her cholesterol, too. I have no idea about Tony because he wouldn't go to the doctor unless he was dying. Still, I am probably going to crack down even more on what we are eating in this house, mostly because I don't want to have to take a pill twice a day for the rest of my life.
Cheese is where we get the most of our cholesterol in this house. I think I would have a revolt on my hands if I tried to get rid of it (I love cheese, I would never be able to do that anyway), but I think I am going to try to limit it, too. How? Basically that will mean that I will be making things for dinner that have little or no cheese. No more enchiladas (a family favorite) for a while. That means more recipes and more research. It also means that I will be more likely to make things for the whole family (Micah's diet doesn't include milk products). That means less cooking two meals so that everybody can actually eat. That will save time and money...bonus!
I saw Micah's baseball coach this week for the first time since baseball season last year (not winter ball, they don't have challenger league for that, I think it was June that we saw each other last), and she took one look at me and her eyes bugged out and said that I lost a lot of weight. I don't think I have lost that much, but it was still nice to hear from someone who hasn't seen me since I started my health obsession. I'm think I'm finally getting over my dislike of weight compliments. I know people are trying to be encouraging, and since that is always a good thing, I'm trying to take the things that people say in a positive way.
So that's my healthy stuff. I get checked again for cholesterol in 2 months, so hopefully I will have more good news then. Maybe I'll talk about my weight sometime, too. I don't know. I still don't want to make that my obsession. That is a hole that I don't want to fall into.
"All things are lawful for me, but not all things are profitable. All things are lawful for me, but I will not be mastered by anything. Food is for the stomach and the stomach is for food, but God will do away with both of them. Yet the body is not for immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord is for the body." 1Corinthians 6:12-13
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Secrets
Well, some of the secrets that I know are now out in the open. I'm slightly relieved. I'm slightly terrified I will open my mouth about the rest of the secrets. Then on Sunday another one was piled on me. At least that one was good (at least I think so), but still, I can't say anything about it.
By the way, if you don't know, see my husband's blog for the big secret that I was keeping. Though the title of his post is misleading, everything cannot come out now, and since people are likely to ask questions, I still have to put people off on somethings, but I do have a good answer for them that will help. Go to the business meeting to learn more. I don't really know much more related to that subject until the business meeting anyway. My secrets are not all related.
I don't consider myself a gossip, though I know that I have committed that sin before. Mostly I just like to speak my thoughts out loud to help me process, and I like to gain advice as how to deal with things in my life. I know, I'm probably rationalizing. This is probably really good for me to have these secrets so that I don't talk so much. I have had to talk things out with only my husband (who knows all the stuff already) and God (who also knows all the stuff and happens to be in control of all the situations and is really the One who can make the most difference and help me decide things the best anyway).
Maybe God handed me this information to teach me to be quiet. I've certainly had to. It's really difficult, but the big lessons from Him are rarely easy to learn (though that really isn't His fault). Even the ones that are seem simple when you talk about them can be really difficult to get into my thick skull sometimes.
Being quiet is one of those things that is taking a lot of work.
Oh, something completely unrelated that I did my best not to put on the internet anywhere until my brother sent out announcements: my nephew was born on Saturday! I got to go and see him, and he's really cute, but the rest of the story is for my brother and sister-in-law to share.
"A gossip betrays a confidence, but a trustworthy man keeps a secret." Proverbs 11:13
By the way, if you don't know, see my husband's blog for the big secret that I was keeping. Though the title of his post is misleading, everything cannot come out now, and since people are likely to ask questions, I still have to put people off on somethings, but I do have a good answer for them that will help. Go to the business meeting to learn more. I don't really know much more related to that subject until the business meeting anyway. My secrets are not all related.
I don't consider myself a gossip, though I know that I have committed that sin before. Mostly I just like to speak my thoughts out loud to help me process, and I like to gain advice as how to deal with things in my life. I know, I'm probably rationalizing. This is probably really good for me to have these secrets so that I don't talk so much. I have had to talk things out with only my husband (who knows all the stuff already) and God (who also knows all the stuff and happens to be in control of all the situations and is really the One who can make the most difference and help me decide things the best anyway).
Maybe God handed me this information to teach me to be quiet. I've certainly had to. It's really difficult, but the big lessons from Him are rarely easy to learn (though that really isn't His fault). Even the ones that are seem simple when you talk about them can be really difficult to get into my thick skull sometimes.
Being quiet is one of those things that is taking a lot of work.
Oh, something completely unrelated that I did my best not to put on the internet anywhere until my brother sent out announcements: my nephew was born on Saturday! I got to go and see him, and he's really cute, but the rest of the story is for my brother and sister-in-law to share.
"A gossip betrays a confidence, but a trustworthy man keeps a secret." Proverbs 11:13
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