I don’t know about you, but I am totally psyched for the royal wedding.

There’s just something about a commoner (whose not common wardrobe retails higher than my home!) being plucked out of common life and transplanted into royalty. It’s just so, hummm… I dunno,
Awesome…
Fantastic…
Lovely… (the Brits say that word more than I say coffee.)
Inspiring…
Jealously producing…
Come on, admit it. Having a “staff” that handles your daily calendar, logistics, security, driving, cleaning, cooking and such sounds like a pretty sweet deal. The staff in your home is most likely YOU.
Yesterday, I finished reading the book, Made to Crave by Lysa TerKeurst with a small group of wonderful women. I wanted to share something I wrote to them, with you.
It’s about marriage.
I started this blog in 2008 because of my food addiction. I’ve always been a food addict, but it was a turning point in my life because I faced it and blogged about it where I did a Weekly Weigh-In. I know that many of you joined EIH, because you have also struggled with food. I blogged then, read Crave and am writing now, three years later, because I still struggle with food. Food still has a powerful pull on me. Breaking habits and thoughts and ideas and relations to food takes t-i-m-e.
Back to what I wrote to the Crave gals…
I’ve made a choice to be married to a balanced and healthy physical body…and that I’m never going back.
They’ll be ups and downs with good ol’ Lucy. I won’t do it all perfect. God never asked for perfection. He’s just asked for an earnest heart.
This month I’ve traveled 3 pounds above goal weight and may or may not be blinging out this month. But the sweet spot of “marriage” is that I’m not going nuts about it. I’m not “filing for divorce”. No, I’m staying married and riding it out.
Staff or no staff, when you’re married there’s a commitment of forever attached to that choice. Sometimes, the thought of forever can see like a really, really long time.
It is.
The maintenance part of marriage is necessary. Period.
How’s that for a ho-hum kinda excitement?
Maintenance is like marriage. It’s the anti-wedding day. There’s not a whole lot of linen napkins and fancy, fancy with everyone in their Sunday bests. The toilet seats get put down and the cute litte quirk is still well, cute…not obnoxious. The wedding day is not real life marriage. The wedding day is more idealistic than realistic.
Idealistic and realistic meet at forever. Forever is the length of time that I’ve ideally and realistically determined that I want to love and live for God. If that means counting Weight Watcher’s Points Plus for the rest of my life to stay healthy, I consider that a rather small price to stay married to healthy for my King.
The royal wedding. Have you caught the craze? Where are you at in your healthy living? Single, dating, engaged, married, divorced, re-married?
I want to encourage you today with one of the most profound statements in Lysa’s book. “I’m on a journey with Jesus to learn the fine art of self-discipline for the purpose of holiness.”
Holiness sounds rather regal to me. ![]()











