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Drop the weights

Have you ever watched a reality TV weight loss competition? There was one in particular that I liked to watch. They always did the same challenge toward the end of every season, after the contestants had lost a significant amount of weight. They would have to compete in a race, but with a twist. At the beginning of the race they would have to pick up different size weights, one for each week that represented the weight they had lost that week. They loaded up, strapping them on until they were back up to their starting weight. It was always interesting to watch. In the short time that it had taken to lose it all, they had forgotten what the extra weight left like. Even though their muscles were stronger, the added weight made it a lot more difficult to run. Throughout the race there were different “checkpoints” were they would drop a weight, one week of weight loss. As they dropped the weights they were able to see an instant change. One they hadn't noticed the first time they los
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Opening the flood gates

After my post last week I've been doing a lot of reflecting. I had a handful of people tell me not to be so hard on myself. Not just in comments, but private messages and in person.When I was writing my last blog post the thought did cross my mind that people may think that, but I kind of shrugged it off because to me, I was going easy. I think being too hard on myself it what got me into this "mess" (literally and figuratively) in the first place. I decided that maybe I needed to write about it. In a post a couple months ago I shared a piece of my story.  This is a little snip-it from that post . When people asked how I was my go to response was “I'm doing pretty good”. But really, if people could have heard my thoughts they would know how alone and isolated I felt, and how much I thought I was failing at life in general. For a long time I felt like a failure. Nothing specific. Just in general.  I felt like I wasn't good at anything. Eventually I just stop

My "Personality"

I have been having this constant stirring to write but not knowing what to say or where to start. I have this tendency to overthink it, to think that I have to have the beginning, middle and end planned out before I even begin.  I want to know what the ending looks like before I start. Now that I think about it, that probably applies to more than just my writing... I'll have to ponder more on that later. Last week I was chatting with a couple ladies in my community group and mentioned this struggle I was having with writing. I got some great advice.... "Write about where you are". I need to put this on my computer screen. I go through these back and forth battles regularly and when I finally sit down and actually think, "whats going on right now" instead of "What can I write about that people could relate to", then the thoughts and words just start to flow. And as I'm typing I work things out and connect the dots. A lot of times I have rearran

Journey to Freedom

A few month ago I had the privilege to share my story with my MOPS group. Since then, I've been going back a forth about whether or not to post some of it on my blog. I have decided that if sharing a part of my story will help even one person, then its worth it. 2 Timothy 1:6-8 Is my jam. I need it displayed on every wall and mirror in my house. This is why I spoke at MOPS and why I'm sharing with the interwebs today. I remind you to fan into flame the gifts of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God did not give us a spirit of fear, but a spirit of power and self discipline. So do not be ashamed to testify about our Lord. ' This will come as a shock (only if you don't really know me) ... I am a very  scatterbrained, forgetful and clumsy person. I think I always have been but with life stresses and the lovely gift of “mommy brain”, it has been amplified. I have fallen down too many steps to count and have ran into way too many screen and

Seasons

Its 75 degrees. I am sitting on the deck writing while the toddler naps and the big kids play. Oh, did I mention its February? I think Mother nature is confused about what season we are in. Speaking of seasons...  Here's what has been on my mind lately. Over three years ago I left my full-time salon job to be a stay-at-home mom. This was something I had wanted since the day I found out I was pregnant with Gavin, my 8 yr old. My husband had just gotten a new position. The bump in pay, combined with cutting childcare expenses, made this dream a reality. I was so excited. But, being a non-confrontational person (really that's an understatement. My natural instincts are to avoid it at all costs), I was DREADING telling my boss. I finally mustered up the courage to tell her I was leaving and she was pretty great about it. However, I don't think she really took me seriously. She told me they would love for me to come back when I got bored. A couple weeks later she made a bet

Backseat Driver

EEK! Its officially been a month since my last blog post. I've fallen off the wagon. With not only blogging, but decluttering as well. I started off so strong. Oh well. Back on the horse. Or wagon. Whatever. I'm bad at analogies. Here is something that been floating around in my head the last couple weeks. Its crazy to me how sometimes I can have 3 or 4 different little things happen over the course of days, or weeks, and something will cause me to string them all together and form this little, 'Ah ha' moment. For me its usually something God has probably been trying to show me over and over and then it finally clicks. SO I'm going to tell you a few different things that happened and how it all came together. First: In addition to my chubby little baby who doesn't like to sleep, (no that hasn't changed in the last month) I also have 2 older children, age 5 and 7, who like to ask questions. Particularly while I'm driving. I have typically tried to ans

#myjubileechurch

Quick decluttering update: Bathroom, coat closet and living room tables CHECK! Next up, my room. DUN DUN DUN! Bedroom closet starting tomorrow. If you don't hear from me in the next few days you may want to send someone in after me... #kidding  #notreally (Is that a thing? Do people hash tag in blogs? well I. Just. Did.) Anyways, time to get down to business. The last few weeks I've set a goal to make Friday my writing day. The 5 yr old is at preschool so its just me and the baby. Usually, sometime in the beginning of the week I start pondering something that I could write about, then jot down some notes through out the week. This week was not that way. I really had no clue what I was going to write about and considered taking the week off. I didn't figure it out until I sat down and opened the computer. Even still, its a jumbled mess in my brain. My thoughts are spider webbing all over the place. I'm just going to try to get it out and hope it makes sense at the end.