After writing my last post, I have now been inspired to actually do a mini series on loving our bodies. This goes for men and women but since I am a woman I will be writing it from the woman’s perspective. I want to talk about health, body image, weight, social pressures and much more.
I don’t know how long this series will be since it my first time writing one but it will be fun and it will exciting. I hope you are as excited as I am 🙂
Here is a deeper thought than I normally post. What if we are the way we are because that is who we are supposed to be? OK well, maybe not super deep at first. I am a heavier set girl and I have spent my whole life being told that I need to lose weight and change so that I fit into the BMI scale that is completely ridiculous. I’m 5’4” and according to the BMI scale I should weigh 140 lbs. I would never want to weigh that little. I know that most of my weight is my german hefty bone structure and 140 lbs would just look really bad.
Would I like to be about 175 lbs, yes but that would still put me as obese on the BMI scale. So according to modern medicine, when I am at my goal weight, I am still not good enough in their eyes.
Has anyone ever felt like that no matter how hard they worked, they were still not good enough in other people’s eyes? It’s not a very good feeling. It sucks actually. I have grown up being told that I am perfect in God’s eyes (which I am and I’m grateful for His love every day), but He isn’t walking down the street or sitting at the desk next to me on a daily basis in person. It’s the co-workers and the strangers and even family and friends who are there judging wherever we go.
And this doesn’t just account for weight even though that is a huge area women today deal with. A hundred years ago we hefty, hardy women would have suitors lining the streets for our hand in marriage since literally bigger was better. And not all men have that opinion that skin and bones is beautiful. My husband wanted a tougher girl because I would be able to “handle things” better. He also was “afraid he would break a small girl”. Grant it be that my husband is only 145 lbs. So he is not that big of a guy and he sees the beauty that not many people in a woman who doesn’t fit the image on Vogue.
But I said that that didn’t just apply to weight. What about our living situation? In the past few posts I have made updates about us moving to an urban area and I grew up in a town in the middle of no where with 2500ish people in it. I am a the girl that you hear mentioned in country songs but some how I feel in love with a “pretty city boy” and not a “fishin’ in the dark nitty gritty boy” as Canaan Smith puts it in his song I Wanna Love You Like That. My husband grew up in the urban area so this is no big deal for him to adjust. For me on the other hand, it’s interesting all the things that are different. I won’t go into those right now that is a another post for another day but lets just say that urban was never my idea as home.
I always saw it a where the poorer people lived or the people who were not as hard working as my family was because we had a small farm and did many things for ourselves. Obviously that is NOT TRUE, it is just a different lifestyle and God has decided that it is best me to come out of my comfort zone and join the land with lots of people and not as many trees. It’s His plan for me to be here and I think I will learn to really like it here. I have to say it is super nice having everything less than 15 minutes away 🙂
Where is my point in all this? My point is that life is not able to fit inside one little box and it never should be. Just because someone does something one way like wear their hair purple and short doesn’t make them wrong compared to someone who’s hair is long and natural. God is working on everyone in His own time and He knows exactly where He wants us to go. It might take us a few different tries but we will get there no matter what society says we should do.
And if you are still struggling with weight issues and no matter what you try the pounds just won’t come off, that is all right too because for some reason the weight might actually be good. I know that sounds backward but think about it. God has made you the way you are for a reason. Don’t worry or fret about the unwanted weight. Just keep working and soon things will turn around because God has built you right the first time just remember that. You are perfect in His eyes and He loves you very much. He wants you to be His child and to have a wonderful relationship with Him.
Because I am where I am meant to be and built to be what God wants me to be right now. What brought this on? It was actually from watching my husband build our dresser last night. Some parts went in easy and some not so much as shown in the picture below.
He had to use his fists multiple times to get the pieces to fit. They were all supposed to fit perfectly, as they were designed, but some just needed a little bit more help than others. When it was all done, the piece came out wonderful and just as it was supposed to be and we are the same. There is a master plan and, in the end, we will see the reason behind the handiwork God has set in motion.
It’s funny how you can take things so for granted like knowing your way around town. I knew where I grew up and the area just outside where we moved pretty well, but here I am so lost. I have already gotten lost twice and we have been here only a week. (Ug and sigh)
But it’s ok because for once my wonderful Garmin dependent husband has one on me. Normally he uses my sense of direction to go where we are going but now the tail has turned. I now have Google Maps as my best friend to go somewhere as simple as a gas station.
This will be good for me. It will be a time of learning and showing vulnerability when I have to ask for directions on how to get back to my house because my phone has died. God help me please.
So the other day I posted about unpacking and all that fun. Well today is on the beauty of having a yard. We have a pretty good size so that means a big project.
Right now I am just cleaning it up with a rake and then off to planting a fall garden. The nice thing about being California is that we have a long planting season, but right now we are in a drought. That means that almost everyone’s yard is going gold (ours is already there).
It will be a fun project but it won’t come without its pain. I might have grown up a horse girl (a different post for another day), but that was a long time ago and now all my Calluses are gone. My poor thumb is killing me but it’s so worth it.
The yard will be wonderful when it is done but for now it will be a lot of this:
Before I will be all done. Time to get dirty.
Along with everything else going on in my life, I’ll keep you posted 🙂 I don’t know what it means to sit down. Ask my husband. I’m writing this post after a long day of child raising, cooking, cleaning, visiting my parents and shopping for stuff for the house.
Maybe I need to read about relaxing? Nah. Then my life would be boring and I think my life is pretty great. Why else would u be enjoying cleaning up a yard in October? I love being busy 🙂
It’s just you have to do sometimes to get things done. You got to do what you got to do 🙂 The Proverbs 31 woman was one who was great at time management. I hope to be like her someday with her ability to stay up late providing for her family and getting up before the rest of them to make breakfast. To be a good house keeper and homemaker and mom so that one day my daughter wi rise and call me blessed. To have my husband be able to elevate himself at work knowing that things are taken care of at home and be proud of it. That is my dream as a wife and mother, but for now it starts with the yard. 🙂
So we are finally moved in. I didn’t say unpacked but at least we have our beds together and have found most of our stuff. There is a mountain in the garage that I am afraid to climb but we are getting there. (Deep breath)
I am so thankful for all the help we received from friends and family. We could not have made this move without them. There was so much stuff that I didn’t realize how much time it would take. We filled a twenty foot U-Haul truck and three cars. For someone who hadn’t lived in anything bigger than 900 square feet, I have no idea where all the stuff came from. It was a lot of pointing and directing for me and a lot of carrying and hauling for my husband and the other guys helping us. They were pretty tired at the end of the day.
But now we are on the unpacking train and life will soon go back to normal. My daughter has thought this to be a great adventure and there is so much more to come. She is a typical 18 month old and isn’t sleeping super well which means I’m not sleeping well. Like last night she was up from 2 am to 6 am for no reason. It is going to be a long couple of weeks but it is going to be good. She will learn to love it here and we will settle shortly.
So I will keep unpacking and some time soon we will all will be sleeping again 🙂
So right now, I am going through a time of being thankful for what I have and, let me tell you, it’s hard. Then I asked myself, “why?” I have everything I need to survive and a loving husband and daughter to care for. Why is it still when I look out the window or go online I get sad because I can’t have what I think I want?
Well that probably has to do with the fact we are moving and new house equals a new start. I want this house to be perfect. All our marriage we have been blessed by people giving us furniture and other household stuff which has been a huge money saver and normally I am fine with it. But for some reason, this move has a different feel. I went into it with wanting all new stuff. I didn’t even want to go to Goodwill because I was tired of having second hand (if not more) stuff. Well I got my wagon fixed really fast because my husband was the one who pointed out my flaw.
It’s not because we can’t afford the stuff, it because we can be just as big of a blessing to the person giving it to us as they are to us for giving it. Does that make sense? We will have more money in the bank to buy the little knick knack stuff if we don’t spend it all on furniture and other things. And the giver gets the blessing of knowing how much they helped us out.
That being said, I saw his point and can smile about it. Now it is fun going and looking because the big stuff was provided for and the little stuff can take its time showing up. I am thankful for the people in my life who care enough to bless us and I hope we are a blessing to them. Life would be pretty boring and hard if we had to about it alone.
So everyone knows that I made the biggest rookie mistake in publishing and had to suffer the embarrassment of having to pull Potholes on Hope of the market. Well, I am SUPER excited to say that it is almost done and will be available again really soon.
It looks really awesome! I redid the cover and updated the text so that there are (hopefully) no more mistakes and the contextual stuff has been reworked. So to all who have read the book, all those places like Mike being gone for four years straight, Cheryl wanting gun licenses all over the place, Nora having brain surgery and stuff – gone, updated, and fixed. The little mention of an old fashion term that is considered a cuss word today – gone and fixed. All the missing words – there now and fixed. Everything is back up to par and ready to see the world in the way I wanted to Potholes of Hope to be seen.
My proofreader did a great job and I really appreciate her. She was truthful for all the areas that needed to be fixed and kicked my butt when things didn’t work. I should have used her in the beginning.
I will be posting a picture of the new cover soon once I get the proof. I think you will all love it and I can’t wait to share it with you.
p.s. To all who read the first edition, when I release the new edition, would you consider leaving a review on Amazon.com? Ignore all the issues you saw and just do it about the story line. All the contextual stuff has been fixed. Just review on the story and the characters. I would really appreciate it. 🙂