My weekly weigh-in revealed a one pound and one ounce loss! Ha-lle-lu-jah! Three to go…okay, I know I’ve said that one before as this yo-yo plateau has lasted too long…
I’m believing that I’ll be busting through this one now! You may think that’s some serious crazy talk as today is Halloween. Or, AKA: The first of many upcoming holidays to sabotage my healthy living!
The chocolate lover than I am, I bought candy last minute (on sale, with coupons too!) because I can not have those snack sized suckers in my house. Last year, the Halloween candy road was paved with good intentions and traveled down a familiar road, my hatch.
I refuse to do a repeat performance. My plan for our left over candy is to ship it to the troops overseas! One of our old military friends is deployed and the only request he’s asked for is candy – CAN DO! Any local gals, if you want to donate to the troops, let me know or drop the goodies off and we’ll ship those treats away! Far, far away!
Would you please shoot up a prayer of protection for all our troops overseas, but specifically for our dear friends James and Kathy. Also for our friends, Kevin and Dana too. No matter what you think of the war, our troops are sacrificing a lot, not just their personal safety, but precious family time amongst other sacrifices.
Well, as some have noticed and commented, I’ve gone back to my roots – no, not back to New Jersey! (No, I will not tell you “what exit”!) I left the semi-blonde world,
and re-entered the brunette world.
(well, it’s the same photo as my Facebook shot)
And right there is my nugget from God.
Get back to my roots.
Naturally, I am a brunette. But that’s not entirely true as the grays are trying to take over. And it’s driving me nutty!
They don’t know who they are dealing with…a fierce gal who loves a Fierce God and will fiercely dye those strands away!!
This entire weight loss journey, God, in His tender care to heal me, has delicately had me go back to my roots, in segments and pieces. All at once would overwhelm me and most likely put me in an early grave.
God is helping me examine my roots. Some look natural and healthy and some look dismally gray. Just to name a few:
Healthy – My parents and both set of grandparents all loved one another. That fact translated to immense security.
Unhealthy – Be a member of the “Clean Plate Club”. (As a Type A overachiever – I’ll eat what’s on my plate, your plate and the strangers plate, too!)
Healthy – Take care of one another when they are sick.
Unhealthy – Stuff emotions and grief away when the sick loved ones die.
Within the span of four years, my Grandfather, Mother, dog and Grandmother , who also lived with us, all died. My world went spiraling. It was just too intense to face.
Two decades later is when I finally saw the after quake of destruction. My pent up anger now had an identified root that I was angry because my last childhood years where stolen.
Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness. Colossians 2:7 (New Living Translation)
Looking at my roots (both hair and family), I realize, in the natural, I can’t change my roots. But as I grow deeper roots in Christ, He’s teaching me to accept them and work with them. The deeper my roots in Christ, the more steady He makes me. And that is a lot to be thankful for.
How about you? Are you embracing your roots for what they really are?
1. DO NOT stock up on your favorite candies.
A few stats on our favorite friendly candies!
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