Hello Friends!! Week 9 has come and gone. This week I maintained the 17lbs of weight loss that I achieved in the previous 8 weeks. I am absolutely thrilled with this and am ready to push ahead to week 10. If I were to pick a theme word for this past week I would have to say “control” … as in I am not in control! 🙂 I mean we can make all the plans we want but the Bible says in Proverbs 27:1 “Don’t brag about tomorrow, since you don’t know what the day will bring.” That doesn’t mean I should stop making plans but rather acknowledge that I will do the best that I can but ultimately I’m not in control anyway. I did not get around to working out 3 times this week. I did however rearrange my bedroom and clean out my closet!
I have fought a headache this entire week and an unusual amount of exhaustion. I was starting to get really frustrated because I had shared last week about how I wasn’t struggling with that any more but then I realized that there are some things a low carb diet simply can’t touch. Hormones. With that said I’m thankful to maintain and get started on a new week. I think all my female friends can appreciate the battle of a hormone craving versus your regular carb craving. It’s the cruelest form of punishment that I can think of. And to top it off there was a pan of brownies in the office yesterday. I knew I couldn’t go near them because if I did then one would not be enough. So instead I headed to Starbucks and gave in to a salted caramel cake pop. I justified it because they are so rich that one is enough. I looked up the nutrition count on their website and it packs a whopping 25 net carbs. While that is a lot of carbs, I at least knew the carb count. According to the internet a 2″ brownie can range anywhere from 11-48 carbs. Am I going to continue to eat like this? No. Am I sorry that I ate that cake pop? No. Am I proud that I kept it to 1 when I really just wanted to swim in a pool of chocolate? Yes! I’m totally claiming this week as a victory!! 🙂
So moving on [much to the relief of the guys who read this blog!] … my goal for this next week really is to approach each day with a heart of gratitude. Each day is a gift and I really should view it as such. A few years ago I was watching an awards show and the actor/director Tyler Perry was being recognized for his work. He shared a story about leaving his studio in Atlanta one day and a homeless woman approached him for some help. He took her into the wardrobe room to get a jacket and some shoes. He said that after the lady put the shoes on she said, “Thank you, Jesus. My feet are off the ground.”
I am blessed. I have a roof over my head, shoes to keep my feet off the ground, more than enough clothes to keep me warm, food to keep me fed, a car to drive, a country to live in without fear of persecution for my beliefs with family and friends that I love all around me. It is easy to let the little things get to me and become more important than what they are. I want to make a more concentrated effort to focus on the blessings rather than the curses. I have been blessed to see the hand of God at work in my family this week and watch Him answer prayers that we wondered if He would ever answer. Which got me to thinking about phrases, good ones and bad ones, that don’t apply to the Lord … you know the ones “out of the blue“, “unexpectedly“, “without warning“, “unaware“, “by surprise“. Not a single one of these applies to Him. Instead, words and phrases like “exceedingly, abundantly”, “shelter”, “glorious riches”, “eternal inheritance”, “adopted as His own”, “grace and mercy”, “it is finished” and last but certainly not least “forgiven” are where He resides!
Lamentations 3:22-25 says, “”The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him!” The Lord is good to those who depend on him, to those who search for him.”
I used the New Living Translation because I love how it’s worded … afresh [def: Once more; anew; again]. That word just revives my soul like a cool drink of water on a parched throat. His mercies begin once more, not for the last time, but again and again. So no matter how this week has gone for you or how out of control your circumstances have been rest in the the knowledge that it’s never to too late to begin once more.