My weekly weigh-in revealed a whopping one ounce loss! That negative is a positive as I keep telling myself (I’m near convinced!) “slow and steady…keep on – we’ll get to that goal weight!”
The closer I get to my weight goal – the S-L-O-W-E-R it appears to be taking! So I will try not to passive aggressively thank God for the patience He continues to perfect in me!
In a week that has been goobed up with various and assorted eye gunk (my preschool Jake, home with pink eye…and he doesn’t even like the color pink which complicates matters more!) and flying green buggers just this morning (I’ll spare you any further details), my God inspired nugget arrived today during my ten minute elliptical workout (yes, every minute of movement counts – you don’t have to be in a gym logging 2.5 miles on the treadmill to “count”) as I read,
“that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith.” Romans 1:12 (NIV)
I don’t want to sound irreverent, but, Paul (the one who penned this portion of God’s word) in my opinion, is THE MAN. Paul wrote encouragement letters from a physical prison (yet he was spiritually free!) to people he loved, the very same people that at times, punked him!
The above verse is so inspiring to me. Paul, THE MAN OF ENCOURAGMENT, humbly submitted, let’s encourage one another!
We are not meant to do life alone. All over God’s word He says so! No matter what the challenge or the obstacle, we’re not meant to do it alone!
I have found such deep joy in knowing it’s really not that big of a deal to admit I snarfed (my spell checker is not digging this word!) food down. You know what happened after the “big reveal”? I received SO much comfort in other’s stating the same struggle! (Honestly, our nation is at an all time high for obesity, so why I thought I was alone is kinda crazy, huh?!?) The difference is though, what am I going to do about it, in my corner of the world?
God has surrounded me with women that are in hot pursuit of real life, a life that is not covered up by coating feelings with large quantities of food, but rather, experiencing all of life.
Once God allowed me to overcome the shame of my eating addiction, the shame had less power over me. Share and heal, heal and share – go hand in hand.
I’m not alone in this fight (and it is a fight for true life!).
So, my precious gifts have just come down from their nap/quiet time, I close this blog entry with the question, do you feel mutally encouraged?
Alright, I just set my boys up with Playdough in the backyard, as I double check my grammar and looked over my shoulder (had to grab the camera…memories like this help during the long days!), look what I see…
(melt my heart…..) gotta run, I have some Playdough to get under my fingernails! 
