November 5 and doing the thing

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Pro tip: don’t let 10 years go by before you decide to take control of your health again. I mean, it was fun while it lasted, but now? Reining in my eating, my wine consumption, my lazy-lack-of-exercising behavior? #sucks

Also, though…I am feeling so much better. Yeah…this weekend I ate the biscuit and sausage gravy at Oh George!…but only one of them. And oh yes…this weekend I consumed all the wine. Because it was good. And as I am beginning to write this on Sunday evening, yep…I’m sipping a glass of red in front of the fireplace after an absolutely amazing Sunday. And I’m working on my plan for the week and I’ve already called it on going to the gym in the morning. Not because of the time that we have been going (hello 5:00 am…I don’t even wanna think about ya), but because it will be raining and cold and wet and icky and because I have eaten all the things and I drank all the things and it’s gonna be painful.

So I did blow off heading out to the gym with Russell this morning. But I got up anyway and I’m finishing up my plan for the week, my food and exercise, my blog ideas, all with a mug of coffee and in front of the fireplace. In my workout clothes. Because the workout is still happening. It’s Monday. There is no skipping Monday workout. It will be strength training, my five-minute plank challenge (thanks, Karen McGavin), and the hip opening exercises my personal trainer insists I do every stinking day and to be honest…I’ve noticed a huge difference. My hips are loosening up and are super duper sore. Does the old #nopainnogain still apply?

So back to the eating and the workouts. I’ve focused on getting back into the habit of daily morning workouts the last couple weeks. This week, I’m focusing on the foods I eat and drink. I read somewhere that you can’t out-exercise a bad diet. Now that I’m done trying to prove that wrong, it’s time to get the eating on track and for me, that requires a plan. One thing I have been doing the last 6 weeks is drinking a 2 oz serving of Young Living NingXia Red every day between breakfast and lunch. It takes a couple weeks of a daily dose to really feel a difference, but the difference is huge. My energy level is off the charts, without any caffeine jitters or heart palps; my joints aren’t as stiff and sore, and my gut is definitely on the mend. Sure, I attribute some of that to working out 5 days a week and the stretching I’ve been doing pretty much daily, except that I began the daily serving of this supplement well before I got back to the gym. Here is some of the scoop on this powerful supplement  – I borrowed this from bff, Edie:

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So I’ve wanted to get back into working out and eating better for a while now and hadn’t because I left out something: just do the thing. Put it on your calendar. Don’t overthink it. Recognize that it is really going to suck initially. And then it won’t. Something I keep reminding myself: I don’t have to work out today; I get to work out today. I am able to. And I’m starting to push my body a little more each time. And when I’m done…man, it is such a great feeling.

So what are you going to do today? Bag it or just do the thing?

See y’all tomorrow.

P.S. Want to get a hold of a bottle of NingXia Red? Let me know by clicking Tell me about NingXia Red!.

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The day I stopped saying, "just one more."

It started in a hotel room the day after Christmas.

You know how they have those humongous, fills the entire wall mirrors and one on the back of the door. And the lighting. Could it be any more unflattering? As I was changing into my pj’s…no need to look away, that’s as graphic as I’ll ever get…I caught a glimpse of the stranger staring back at me in the gigantic mirror.

She was scary.

Not only was she, well, more than 50 pounds overweight, her skin was blotchy, the bags under her eyes would run her $50 to take on any plane, her nails were bitten down to the quick, and she just looked seriously…tired.

We stared at each other for a few minutes, she and I. Sizing each other up. I looked away first. It was that or throw a brush at her too-much-white-roots-showing head.

That was forty-two days ago. It has taken me that long to truly come to terms with it. Sure. I’ve been flirting with the notion that it was, “time to really get serious about it.” Being butt-ugly tired all the time. A bonafide couch potato, NCIS-watching, slug.

Day after day. Night after night. It’s been the same thing: just this one time and then I will start tomorrow.

Start tomorrow. Just saying it out loud now leaves a bad taste. Today is yesterday’s tomorrow. I think the final straw was walking through the parking lot at Best Buy to get to Bertucci’s for dinner with My Man and My Girl. They were way ahead of me and the distance was growing and I was hoofing it. I realized that my feet hurt; my legs hurt; I was winded and I was pissed. Thoroughly, utterly pissed that I have let it get this far. Sending me over the edge to tomorrow-I-start-for-sures-ville, however, was My Girl’s comment to her father. It went something like, “why is she so slow?” She was me. And she was right. I was slow. Even though I was hustling.

How had it gotten to this point? Overweight was bad enough. But this out of shape? I allowed myself one more tomorrow I start because I knew I was going out the next night and I wasn’t going to have a choice on the food and drink and it was all going to be ohsobad yummy. That was last night. So one last time I said, “tomorrow I start.”

And I did.

Hey Y’all!

Wowzers. The last time I blogged was March 27…36 days ago…give or take a day or two.

I have to be honest. I didn’t give the old blog more than a glancing thought one time during the last 36 days.

A lot has been going on…without anything going on.

Do you know what I mean?

No, of course you do not! I promise, I will be talking about it. Eventually. Right now, I’ve only been talking about it with my besties. The small handful of girlz I do this Life Thing with on a regular basis. And my family.

I’ve had this health thing going on. I’m on the mend. Feeling better every day. It’s been a tough cycle that hopefully, I’m coming out of. Lori tells me my body needs to “reset.” I think she may be correct. That hasn’t happened yet.

But I will share with y’all one thing. I have never, ever, been closer to God than the last month. Never. Part of that might be because I’ve been pretty numb the last two years or so. I tried to use the word, “apathetic” recently and was rudely hollered at. So, apathetic isn’t the right word…but I think “numb” might be.

I’m going to try to be a better blogger. I’m going to try to work out a blogging plan so that I can share a bit of what has been going on lately. Because I need to. Because I am supposed to. It’s part of the deal. What? You don’t make deals with God? Okay, “making a deal with God” isn’t biblical nor is it accurate. A better term is the wicked “O” word. My old nemesis…O-b-e-d-i-e-n-c-e. God truly slays me with His mercy. When you face a situation, or crisis, or, at least when I do, I come to Him and tell Him what is on my heart. He listens. (He’s a much better Listener than I, by the way.) He usually answers. And then I have a choice. Do I accept His answer? Do I ignore His answer? He and I had this back-and-forth going on the last few months where I chose to ignore His answers. Okay, honestly, I’ve been doing that pretty much my entire life. But since last year sometime, I’ve totally pushed the envelope with Him. And He took me down. There are consequences for disobedience. Most definitely when disobeying God.

One of my consequences is that I have to share what has been going on in my life. Or, more specifically, His Mercy in my life.

Funny thing about Grace and Mercy. We don’t earn it. We don’t deserve it. It’s oftentimes hard to accept it. At least for me. When I know that God is telling me to do something I don’t understand, I find it really difficult at times to do it. Specifically the last few years He has been telling me to do A. and then I can move on to B. And on from there. I struggled with A. because it was something specific that I am to do. I can share that with you: get healthy; eat healthy; exercise; lose this 25 50 pounds; just. do. it. I mean seriously? Why do I have to do that in order to move on to B. which I know I am supposed to be doing?

Folks, let me tell you something. When God tells you to move on out and just do A. You best do it. He has a specific reason for me to get healthy. I’m kinda anxious/kinda excited for what that my be.

I do know this, because He tells me it is true:For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Joshua 29:11.

Plan A. is in motion. Can’t wait to see what B. is going to be.

Love you guys.