This is the part of the show where Ruth comes out and silly song.
I WISH!!!!
I’ve noticed recently, maybe because it’s too hot to wear very much clothing, that a lot of people took their Spring get-into-shape-time very seriously. People all over the place (not just Facebook…) are shouting the praises of how they lost 5, 10, 20, and even one amazing lady I know, 30 pounds!! I however, did not. I tried! I started running, BUT I stopped because I had to do it at 5:30am. Whaaa. I went mostly gluten-free for almost a month and a half, BUT I couldn’t keep up with it because it cost too much and the family wasn’t doing it with me. Whaaa. Do you hear the whiny tone? I sure do.
I recently went to the doctor to see how I was doing on the inside (I’ll spare you the details…) and to see whether it’s safe to have more children. I realize he didn’t have a very good bedside manner, but in a matter-of-fact way he told me I was overweight. He briefly gave me some ideas how to make it better, and I choked back tears. I thought I was doing okay…
I think it all came to a head the other day at church, when a strange lady I had never met before, leaned over to my children while they got their weekly snack, and said, “Don’t eat too many cookies kids! You don’t want to end up like your mom… You don’t want to be fat…”
Dramatic pause while you take that in…
Needless to say, I didn’t take that advice very well, and spent a good part of the first service crying in the arms of my loving friend, Suzie C. Thinking back, I don’t think the lady’s horribly hurtful words were even said in a right frame of mind.
However, they were true to some extent. I think that’s what hurt the most.
“I’m beautiful. I am loved. God made me to be a perfect creation. I know that some day we won’t have to think about what we look like because we’ll be looking at HIM. I’m thankful for who I am.”
I often forget those statements because there’s too many other things to think about. Is the toilet seat down so Elliott will stay out of it? Did Josette eat all her broccoli, or do I need to go see if she dumped it in the garbage? Did Mikayla drink any water after playing out in the heat? Should I make pasta for dinner, or will Ray want something else? Ugh.
Ray is always telling me that I don’t take very good care of myself. It’s true. I don’t. I have a problem with my self-esteem. THERE. I SAID IT. I take vitamins for a few days, then I forget. I don’t make appointments for myself to see any doctors (unless I’m deathly ill) because it’s a waste of money. I don’t even shower every day most weeks because there’s no good time for me to be away from the kids in the morning unless I put on a movie for them to watch. Most of the time, I don’t consciously think about how much I neglect myself. It just kind of… happens.
Today we went to reunion of sorts with some dear friends we haven’t seen in ages. I told Ray last night that I was scared. I almost didn’t want to go. What if I was the “fat girl” in the room? What if they notice how insecure I am with how I look? (I’m crying as I write that!) This morning, I woke up with a new perspective. Who cares what I look like? Ray’s the only person I want to impress, and I’ve already caught him! Of course, I wavered a bit, especially when looking for the right outfit to wear, but…
I’m going to try to be better. But I need help. That’s why I’m going to post these pictures. They’re horrible. I cringe when I look at them. But they need to be there. They’re just BEFORE pictures. That’s all.
Right?
Dear Heavenly Father, please help me to no longer measure my worth in pounds and ounces.



















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