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Healthy Choices

My first half marathon, August 2015. I weighed 225 pounds and completed the race in just under 4 1/2 hours.

My second half marathon, August, 2016. I weighed 190 pounds and finished in just over 4 hours.

My most recent half marathon, August 2017. I took nearly half an hour off my previous year’s time, and I weighed 170 pounds.

My health, laziness, and gluttony dictated my lifestyle through my twenties, my thirties, and most of my forties.   Brownie bites and peanut M&M’s were staples on my Costco shopping list.   My exercise routines were nonexistent.  I chose dinner recipes based on ease of preparation and what the family liked instead of looking at the nutritional information.  The number on the scale rose steadily over the years, but I blamed it  on stress, my health, and having babies instead of my sedentary lifestyle and poor habits.  The more I weighed, the more my health declined and the less I moved my expanding body.  Three years ago, I was hospitalized for five days, too weak to breathe or walk on my own due to neuromuscular issues.  I weighed well over two hundred pounds.

After my hospitalization,  I made the decision to take control over my health.  I began training for walking a half marathon.  I purchased less junk food.  I focused on getting the rest my body needed instead of waiting for illness to force me to rest.   After walking my first half marathon in 2015, I decided to kick it up a notch and hired a trainer, a friend in her forties who had birthed ten children and then had made wise choices about her strength and health.  She designed a strength routine for me.  The first time we met, I was so weak that my whole workout was sitting down in a chair ten times and standing up again then ten bicep curls with five pound weights.  Even that was a struggle with my debilitated muscles.  She also had me log each piece of food I ate with an app called MyFitnessPal, trying to keep under 1200 calories a day.

Now, more than two years after starting with my trainer, I strength train for over 30 minutes three times a week with up to fifteen pound weights.  I walk or run three other days a week.  I still log my food each day.  In fact, I have almost a 600 day streak on MyFitnessPal.  I have dropped nearly 70 pounds.  I have completed three more half marathons.  I have more energy.  I am off all prescription drugs and all their nasty side effects.  I see a holistic chiropractor monthly who checks me not only for misalignment and weak muscles, but also hydration levels, vitamin deficiencies, food sensitivities, and thyroid and adrenal gland function.  I try to average close to 8 hours of sleep a night.

All of these new activities in my life are not part of a “diet,” but have been integrated into my lifestyle for the rest of my life.  It doesn’t mean that I can never have a piece of chocolate.  I enjoy a piece of Dove dark chocolate 3 or 4 days a week.  It also doesn’t mean that I never go out to eat.  It doesn’t mean that I can never take more than one day a week off exercise.  I’m flexible, and I’m giving my family the gift of a healthier, happier wife and mom who plans to thrive on earth for many more decades!


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Humility

The word humility used to scare me because I mistakenly thought it was a synonym of humiliation.  I had become well-acquainted with humiliation in my childhood years, and I wanted no part of it in my adult years.   This summer after reading a book I highly recommend called The Calvary Road, I decided I wanted to study the word humility so I began writing down pages of Bible verse that contained the word or the concept of humility and my observations from these verses, and I found that it was worlds apart from humiliation.   Here are the two definitions, and then I will list more thoughts on humility based on the Bible verses.

Humiliation is a painful loss of pride, self-respect, or dignity or mortification.

Humility is freedom from pride and arrogance.

I learned that humility is considering others more significant than yourself.   I like how C.S. Lewis phrased it, “Humility is not thinking less of yourself, but thinking of yourself less.”  Humility is associated with gentleness and patience, and it even takes precedence over honor.  Humility is rewarded by riches, honor, and life.  It is a vital characteristic when serving the Lord, and we need to actively seek it.  I can tell you from experience that it does NOT come naturally.  We should put it on every day, just as we put on our clothing, and God will give grace, save, and exalt the humble.  Humility is seeking God and trusting Him to lead us in what is right.

I’m thankful for the concept of humility and desire to live it out every day in my fifties.


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Acceptance of Current Circumstances

We have a limited amount of time each day and free will on how to spend that time.  We can waste it by pining away for the past, fretting about the future, or wishing away the life we have today.

Maybe our current life is not what we thought it would be.  I never thought  both my parents would die of cancer before I reached my 50th birthday, I would deal with so many health issues, or that  my husband would lose his job, yet all those circumstances are a part of my everyday life.  I can choose to allow the sadness and stress that these circumstances cause to keep me in denial and from moving forward in life, or I can accept those circumstances and trust that God will work them together for good.

I am confident that I will look back on this time in my life twenty years from now and see exactly how God used these parts of my life to grow me.   When I do catch myself slipping into a funk, I try to apply the Serenity Prayer each day, “God, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I can’t change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.  Amen.”


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Words

Words have fascinated me for my entire life.   My earliest memories are of my mother’s lullabies, playing school with my sister, and frequent visits to the public library.  I learned to read before my third birthday and used reading as a means of comfort and escape during a difficult childhood.  I would often repeat well-written words aloud, savoring the sounds of them as they rolled off my tongue.    When I finished one book, I was lost until I had another one to read.

Words still play an enormous role in my life.  I still can’t fall asleep unless I’ve read at least two pages.  Now my love for words has branched into writing them as well.   Over the years, I’ve learned the power that words hold.   I observed my children wilting from my critical and caustic words and bloom with encouraging, uplifting words.    A single harsh remark would undo hundreds of compliments.  Every word that comes out of my mouth is a choice.   I still struggle to keep every word positive, but I am choosing to use the words I love to inspire instead of destroy.


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Forgiveness of Myself and Others

Forgiveness does not come naturally to me.  I tend to hoard resentment, taking it out to allow it to fester and grow.   Maya Angelou once said, “Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure.”   Many times, the people I have the most resentment toward have no idea that I am even annoyed with them, yet I permit the hard feelings to consume me.   

I think the person I am often hardest on is myself.  I reflect back on the all the sinful and stupid things I have done over the years, and I let that define who I am.    These feelings paralyze me and hold me back from doing what God wants me to.   

When I choose not to forgive myself or forgive others,  I am minimizing the sacrifice that Jesus died on my behalf.  He already died for each sin ever committed against me and each sin I have committed.  God has already forgiven me because of this sacrifice. 

In my fifties, I want to let go of an unforgiving heart just as I would a helium balloon, watching it float further and further from me until it ultimately fades into the heavens.   Life is  just too short to keep a death grip on what I should have released long ago.  


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Mentoring Others

I have had the privilege of many mentors in my life.   My parents were my first mentors, followed by my teachers, spiritual leaders, and friends who are a few steps ahead of me on the journey of womanhood.  I would not be who I am without the time, energy, prayers, and help invested in me by each of these people.

The best return I can give others from their investment in me is to turn around and invest in others.  I don’t have to know everything to be a mentor.  In fact, it’s a relief to others to see that life is never without its struggles.  God has had me go through a variety of experiences so I could mentor others on similar journeys.  At this stage in my life, I am mentoring a group of moms at a mommy group at church, teaching preschoolers the joys of following Jesus, tutoring four third graders in reading at the local elementary school, encouraging others who have similar health conditions to my own, discipling a group of 2nd through 5th grade girls at church, and being an example to my own two children.

Mentoring others has brought me great joy, especially as I see those I taught go on to mentor others.   Who are you being called to mentor today?


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Worship

When I focus on myself, my life doesn’t go as well.  I vacillate between two extremes: thinking pridefully of myself and the way I am handling life or getting down on myself and my lack of having “figured life out” yet.  The very best way to keep this from happening is to look upward and focus on worshiping the One who made me, the One who knows everything about me and still loves me anyway.  I’ve heard that worship is showing somebody’s worth, and nobody is worthy of all that I am than God.

When I focus on His attributes and character, I can’t help but feel joy bubbling up within me.  Worship takes many forms at my house.  Sometimes it’s quietly listening to music.  Sometimes it’s writing down what I love and appreciate about God that day….I could spend the rest of my life writing and still barely scratch the surface of His substance and all that He is to me.  Sometimes it’s singing at the top of my lungs in my car.  The common component is taking the focus off myself and focusing on lifting God up to the place He rightfully deserves in my life and this world. 


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Prayer

I waste far too much time every day fretting about what I cannot control.  I chew on each difficult circumstance in my mind wondering how I could manipulate it to work for me.  A far better use of my energy and time is to hang out with God in extended prayer.

It still amazes me to no end that the God who created the universe longs to hear from me.  When I start my day by worshiping him, confessing my struggles, thanking him for all he has given, and casting my cares upon Him, I can’t help but get up with a smile on my face.  It’s a relief to know that the One with all the power listens to my prayers and will work all circumstances together for good.


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Relationships

I can’t even begin to count the number of physical gifts I’ve received in my lifetime.  It started with a baby shower before I was born and continued through 49 birthdays so far, 50 Christmases, my high school and college graduation, my wedding, 26 Mother’s Days,  27 anniversaries, and even some gifts just because.  Yet all of those gifts combined do not compare to the relationships in my life.

Interacting with others is the gift that continues to bless me every day of my life, and that’s where I choose to spend my time.   Laughter, consolation, sharing, conversing, smiling, exploring, and embracing are great investments.  Stuff will break, rot, and get misplaced, but time spent with people can have lasting effects.  I still remember those people who took time with me to show me that I had value in their eyes.  This had a far greater effect on me than any physical gift would.

As I approach 50, my eyes are open for new opportunities to value other people in my life.  Who will you choose to value today?


This post is part of a  31 Day Blogging Challenge entitled Embracing Fifty.  Please click here  to find all the posts in this series.  You can find the work of more bloggers participating in this series here. You’ll be glad you did!

Life is a Gift!

Today marks another anniversary that will always stick out in my mind.   It may not sound like a positive experience, but it truly was a gift that redefined my life.

Three years ago today started as a fairly normal day with house chores, going out to lunch with a friend, then preparing to go to work.  Then the day took a dramatic turn….I suddenly felt complete fatigue and collapsed on the coach.  As the day progressed, so did my weakness, until I couldn’t move from the couch and I was struggling to swallow and breathe.  It was frightening yet not totally unfamiliar.  At the age of nineteen, I had been diagnosed with a neuromuscular disorder called myasthenia gravis.  I had experienced bouts of weakness over the past 25 years, but this one felt the most severe.  My husband was immersed in a project with a swiftly impending deadline, so I didn’t want to bother him, but I knew that I needed more help than rest on a couch could provide.

A few hours later, due to an insistent phone call from our daughter, Darren took me to the emergency room, and I was admitted to the neuro ICU and hooked up to a number of machines, especially one to help me breathe.   Once I was settled there, Darren needed to go home and finish the project.  I was still fully conscious, and my thoughts were beeping and whirring around in my head much like the machines that surrounded me.  How had my life changed so profoundly in the course of a few hours?   I’d always thought of the Intensive Care Unit as a place where people don’t often exit alive.   Was the end of my time on earth near for me?

As I lay alone, I heard an electronic melody and immediately identified it as “Brahm’s Lullaby,” a song my mother had sung to me as a child.  Was Mom sending me a message from heaven, calling me to join her?  I later found out that the hospital PA system plays the song each time a baby is born in the maternity unit!

I reflected on my life…I had graduated both high school and college, married the love of my life, experienced motherhood with both a son and a daughter, and watched those two children graduate from both high school and college.   Would this be the complete experience of my life?   How would people remember me?  I still had so much more I wanted to do with my life!

I received the blessing of a second chance.  I stayed five days in the hospital before gaining enough strength to be released.   The summer of 2014 was a limited one, spent mostly in a wheelchair at my dining room table with my Bible and a journal.  I memorized the book of Philippians and found out just how much God loved me.  He loved me so much that He didn’t want me living an over-stuffed, stressful life but instead one filled with purpose and love.

Three years later, I am in the best condition of my life–both physically and emotionally.   Each day is a challenge to see just how many people I can make a difference with, care for, and love.  I know firsthand that tomorrow is not assured, so I choose to live each day like it is the most precious gift that I could ever receive.

 

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