Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Weigh-In {Easter} Wednesday

You know what? I've decided I'm fine with being fat.

So what if I'm ten (or fifteen) pounds overweight?  So what if the online assessments agree with me? I'm tired; I'm stressed; I need my escapes.

At least, that's how I'm feeling this week.

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We went home to North Dakota on Easter Sunday. I didn't take any pictures with my camera this time; instead, I wrote the pictures on my heart. My mom...smiling shyly, moving slowly, not talking. Her chair at the table is by the sliding glass doors, and once, when my 4-year-old bounced over to go out, he tugged at the handle but it was locked.

"Get it for him, will you?" my father said, but Mom just looked at the door and, seeming confused, murmured softly. "Ah heck, Ma," my dad remarked. He snapped open the lock and George bounded out.

I cried a lot at home this time. I cried when my dad pulled a fifty out of his wallet, and with one shaking hand, held it out to me. "For a little treat on the way home," he said. I cried in the bathroom that I knew growing up, with the same dusty knickknacks on the shelf above the toilet. I cried at the thought of saying goodbye.

"You're in the 'letting go' phase right now," my doctor told me. "I see a lot of women your age that are."

My parents are ready to leave this world; my oldest son leaves for college in one short year; my toddler, my four-year-old and butter sustain me.

Nicky & Nini I

In short, it's a very hard time to be dieting.

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So. No scale shots or link-up this week because frankly, I don't have much for you in the way of encouragement. I know I feel better when I'm eating "right" and exercising, and I know that--God willing and grace providing--I'll hop back on the treadmill soon.

In short, I know I feel better when I fight the good fight.

I know that I have to. I pray that I can.


Sunday, April 20, 2014

He is risen!

He is risen indeed!
On this day, Lord God,
you opened for us the way to eternal life
through your only Son’s victory over death.
Grant that as we celebrate the feast of his resurrection
we may be renewed by your Holy Spirit
and rise again in the light of life.
from Universalis,
Office of Readings for Easter Sunday

I finally "wisened up"  this year and took our family photo before the three-hour Easter vigil.

Like that, my toddler (and husband) were still awake. 
Photo by Mom, the Wise Guy
Photo by Felicity the Sweet
Outtake by Family
(aka come as they are) 

Happy Easter, everyone! I pray that this Holy Season be rich with blessings and peace...hope and joy...and love--BIG love--in abundance.

Monday, April 14, 2014

It's the last week of Lent...and I'm thankful.

It's either hormones or Holy Week or both, but the tears have been flowing fast and furious. I cried throughout most of the Palm Sunday Mass yesterday: streams of tears that left lines in my makeup and caused my husband to squeeze my arm consolingly.

“Smile!” he whispered, and I feebly tried...though I can't say I was successful. I started to think about all the sin in this world. I thought about anger & fighting & divorce. I thought about drinking & drugs & pornography. I thought about losing my kids to other religions or--even worse--losing them to complete indifference.

Not surprisingly, I ended up plenty sad.

There is so much for which Our Savior died.

* * *

You know I'm a sanguine/melancholic, right? Prone to fits of giddiness and/or depression, depending on which side of the bed I wake up!

(There's never a dull moment in my mind, which would be why I don't watch reality TV.)

(Are you kidding me? I'm living it.)

* * *

That would also be why I'm clinging to hope this week--hope and love and heck, let's throw in a whole lot of faith for good measure.  I'm also counting my blessings right alongside Jamie, because I promised her I'd link up if she linked up over her. 

I begged her to link up, basically, and being the sweetie she is...

She did

* * *

First, I'm thankful for the 70-degree weather we had last week! We went from this: 

70 Degrees I this:

70 Degrees V

All in the space of a single day.

It feels great to get outside with the kids again!  It feels great to get out and not need my boots.

70 Degrees IV

Also? For the {visual} record, this is what 10 extra pounds look like on my five-foot frame.  Most of it is around my middle--an unhealthy location, to be sure--though my backside, too, is also "blessed."

And THAT'S why I'm trying to lose 10 pounds.

* * *

Should I be doing it publicly, though? Help me out, please, by taking this quick quiz. 

* * *

I'm thankful for being blessed with so much that our kitchen counter usually looks like this:

Counter Clutter

(I titled this picture "Counter Clutter," which is not be confused with "Counter Culture.")

(Though certainly I hope that we've got that, too.)

* * *

 I am thankful, too, for great library finds! 

Library Finds

Note: I just took a picture of all the educational stuff. What I'm not showing is Angela's tottering stack of Garfield books.

* * *

And finally..."finally" for this post anyway...I am thankful for this kid.

This Kid

This kid. This kid. Let's just say if he's not sitting on the table then he's pointing (and screaming) at the door to go out, and if he's not pointing (and screaming) at the door to go out, he's banging on my chest to "request" that I nurse him.

Nurse; take him outside; scoop him off of the table; repeat.

This is my day, my very real day.

If I'm hormonal, blame the nursing toddler. : )


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