But I’m on VACATION!

We have so many excuses, don’t we?

Hey, I’m preaching to the choir here (that’s really a dumb cliche, but you know what I mean).

I’m too busy.  I’m too tired.  I’m too stressed.  I don’t have enough time.  I don’t have enough money.  No one supports me.  I have a poor metabolism.

Blah blah blah.

Yes, the person next door might look like they have more advantages than you.  It might be true.  But I’d dare bet you have advantages they don’t have.

One of our Winter Challenge members, Dyan, went on a romantic vacation with her husband.  A vacation to a resort in Mexico.  Ahh….sounds fabulous.  Especially in this frigid winter weather.  However, it interrupted the first two weeks of our Challenge.  I was sooo excited that even with her vacation she still managed to earn 89% of her points for week 1 and week 2!  What?!?  No, I’m on VACATION excuse?!?  So I asked her how she did it.  This is what she said.

I’ll admit, I rarely back down from a challenge. Especially when it involves health, wellness and/or fitness. So when the invitation to participate in the Healthy Habits Challenge came, what did I do? I hesitated.

Yes, you heard me. I hesitated. Why? Mexico. Cancun, to be exact.

My husband and I had just booked a vacation which would interrupt weeks 1 and 2 of the challenge. I didn’t want to look, and feel, like a failure. Simply not participating would cure that, right? Wrong. I would still feel like I’d failed myself.

God never gives up on me. NEVER. Even in times when I’ve failed Him. It’s not in His vocabulary, so why should it be in mine?

I accepted the invitation to participate and made up my mind to do my best. I have this sign in my house that says “Do what you can with what you have where you are”. Okay, I can do that! Even in Mexico.

I packed all the necessary challenge papers for weeks 1 and 2 along with my Bible for encouragement and simply planned to do my best.

It turned out to be much easier than I expected. Long walks on the beach or a swim in the pool for exercise, fruit and vegetables available at every meal, bottled water always near, Facebook to contact another challenge member, the food journal on my bedside table.

Oh, I’m NOT saying it was always a piece of cake, but being consistent while on vacation has made continuing the challenge at home easier and more enjoyable.

I’m so glad I didn’t back down from the Healthy Habits Challenge. Or the challenge I gave myself to keep working at it while on vacation.

Do what you can. With what you have. Where you are. Make goals. Be aware of them. Stick to them. Challenge yourself! You’ll be amazed by who you are and what you can do!

Thanks for sharing, Dyan.

No excuses.  You can do it.


The I.Don’t.Care. Syndrome

Words of wisdom:
Curiosity killed the cat.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Never say never.

And, tonight…
…Honesty is the best policy.

Who has trouble with the I.Don’t.Care. Syndrome?

Me, myself and I.

Many times on weekends.  Sometimes in cases of stress.

Me.  Me, the owner of the “let’s get healthy together blog.”  I have days where I just don’t care. Especially the days when I need to care the most.  Or on weekends.  Or…just because.

Yesterday and today were a couple of those days.  Those I.Don’t.Care. days.  At least I didn’t care as much as I should have.  Healthy habits down the drain.  Not all, but many.  Journal?  Nope (who wants to keep a record of wrongs, even though that’s part of the point?).  Too many sweets?  Yep.  Exercise?  Nope.  Good amount of sleep?  Nope.

The scary thing?  I.Didn’t.Care.


Total honesty? This is what gets me every time.  Moments where I just don’t care.  I WANT my old habits, doggone it.  They’re comfortable.  They’re easy (in the end that’s a lie, but they appear so).  And maybe that’s just who I am.

Ooh that last one is a doozy.  Good enough to repeat it.  “That’s just who I am.”

If I have to guess, that’s a lie straight from…well you know where.

Cuz a woman who doesn’t care is NOT who I am.  Who am I? I am a child of a King. The King. The King of Kings.  The Almighty.  Not only am I wonderfully made (Ps 139:14), but my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit (I Cor 6:19).  AND…and….and…and…

…in Christ I am a new creation (2 Cor 5:17).

Each day.  Each minute He works with me.  Strengthens me.  Teaches me. Loves me. Through my success and failure.

I will not give up.  I will keep on.  I will care.  I DO care.  I truly believe God’s plan for us is to take care of ourselves.  His holy temples.  His workers.  His disciples.

Tomorrow is a new day.  Next weekend is a fresh chance for success.  Because I’m not only the author of a “let’s get healthier together blog,” I’m the author of a “trytrytry again” blog.  And try I will.

A few more words of wisdom to my Challenge friends: If you stay up late writing a blog post you will lose sleep points! Good night, my friends.

Inner Turmoil and Habits

Last night didn’t turn out the way my family planned.  We had an auction for a local charity to attend.  We go every year and have loads of fun. My son, Gabe, had a birthday party at the local skating rink so he didn’t join us.  He was very excited to have fun with his friends.

Not long into the auction I got a call.  Gabe had fallen at the ice rink and probably needed stitches.  My husband and I ran out and took him to the ER.  Five stitches in his chin and a few scrapes on his forehead and back to the auction we went (per his request).  Fun?  No.  Getting stitches is not fun (although cool later on for a nine year old boy). Blessed?  Completely.

I returned home from the auction and was very uneasy. I knew why but I didn’t want to deal with it.

You see, the day before a 3 year old in our area died from a head trauma.  Her short life and death has affected so many people.  And honestly I don’t know how they will recover.  I don’t know how I would recover.  Only by the grace of God.

Even though I don’t know the families involved personally…I was still struggling.

My son hit his head on the cold hard ice and walked away a little banged up and sporting a few stitches.

Why do I still have my son?  Praise the Lord God Almighty that I do.  But why were we spared and they were not?

I didn’t want to deal with my feelings.  So I hid under old, unhealthy habits.  It was late when I got home and I should have gone to bed.  Instead I hit the fridge.  Ate my feelings.  I watched TV to ignore my feelings. Stuff them.

Finally, late into the night, I went for what I was really craving…Jesus.  The only one with answers. I paced and prayed.

Did He give me answers to the “Why?”  No. 

Did He give me comfort?  Yes.

Did He mind that I paced and raged at the injustices in the world?  No.  He took it. 

Did He listen as I asked Him to hurry up already and return because it seems our world is falling apart?  Yes.

All this after He had waited for me.  He waited as I turned to food and mind numbing television before I turned to Him.  He put up with my old habits and waited.  And He was there when I turned to what I was really craving.

My Savior.

Day by day.  Hour by hour.  Minute by minute.  He will help me to fill my needs, cravings and inner struggles with His grace and love instead of things that don’t satisfy.  Habits that hurt me instead of help me.  Together we will overcome.

He will come again.  Today?  Maybe.  Five hundred years from now?  Maybe.

But until then, He will always be there.  My faithful Savior.