25 lbs lost!!!! YAY me!

Yippe Doo, I have lost 25 lbs as of today. I am quite excited about this. I am working like a dog to get my old body back, you know, the one I actually liked. 7 days a week on the treadmill for 90 plus minutes is a big commitment but I truly look forward to it now. I protect that time like a dog hovers over his bone. Nobody is going to take it away from him. I can see pieces of the old me peeking out and I must say that I like it.

The third kid killed me. The fourth kid didn't help. The first kid, I recovered from quite nicely and still maintained 113 lbs religiously. The second kid jacked me up to 125 lbs, a still respectable size 6 but oh kid 3, what did you do to me?

I don't think it is reasonable to expect to get back to 113 lbs. I'm hoping for 125 and anything less than that is icing on the cake. I still have a ways to go but I seem to be losing on average 2.5 lbs a week. I'll take it. I am so excited to be on my way back to the old me. It feels so good to do something for myself for a change and it has made me a much happier person. It is hard to be trapped inside someone that you just know isn't you and yet, it is.

I fondly remember walking into restaurants with my girlfriends in my twenties and almost always, some man in the restaurant would pay my bill. Why men do that is beyond me, but they did. A lot. I don't think anybody would pay my bill now, ha ha. It makes me laugh just thinking about it. I remember one time at Rio Bravo the waiter told me some guy offered to buy my dinner if I let him stroke my boots. "What?" I'd like to tell you I said no but you know, when you are 25 we sometimes are dumb. So just out of the pure curiosity to see who wanted to stroke my boots I said yes and I let him and he paid for my dinner from his table. Weird. That would so not happen right now ha ha. What a hoot. I don't even remember what he looked like now, I just remember putting my leg up on his chair and sure enough, he stroked my boot. In his defense, they were very nice boots and I did have a mini skirt on so.....ya know. I am so glad I have that memory now, it's totally cheesy but it makes me laugh now and keeps me going when I am sweating like a hog on the treadmill. It's like I am working towards something, yeah, I want men to want to stroke my boots again. I'm kidding. I'm 40 now, I think my days of random people wanting to do that stuff for me are gone, lol. Oh but I was a hottie back then but I worked hard at it so I feel like I can say that. I was a gym rat, always working out. Yep, the good ole days.

I feel very optimistic about the rest of the weight coming off. I just keep playing the Mary/Martha study in my head. It's all a choice, I can choose what I eat, whether I exercise or not and for how long. I make every choice and there is no one to blame but myself. I used to blame my husband, the kids, the housework, the laundry......there is so much junk for a woman to do. Who has time? That was my mantra. Then enters Jesus, "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, 42.but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."

Jesus knew all that Martha had to do, he knew it had to get done and yet Jesus was telling Martha that she was making the wrong choice to do housework and cook even though it still needed to be done without taking care of her spiritual needs first. Yeah uh huh, that's exactly what Jesus was saying. So for all us ladies who say we have too much to do to study, read and pray Jesus says we are making the wrong choice. But it has to be done, yep, I know, Jesus knows too and He said you are making the wrong choice. It all became so clear......not taking care of my self spiritually or physically because I have housework to do leaves me feeling "worried and upset about many things".

Boy, thank you Lord for that one.

Now that it's all on me, I get er dun. The house may not be as clean but I am skinnier and happier. The laundry piles up sometimes instead of me being totally on top of it, but I am healthier. And most importantly I am not "worried and upset about many things" anymore. Thank you and Amen. Now, if somebody would just offer to pay for my dinner if I let them stroke my footwear I will be tickled pink! hee hee.