I’ve never lived anywhere in my adult life where there are so many gloomy (overcast, snowy, rainy, etc…) days. It’s kind of new to me. So when the sun broke free this morning and it started to look like a picture perfect day, I asked my hubby to take me to the sunshine.
Wyoming is full of beautiful spots like this one. And while we have only stayed in town so far, I know there are many more gorgeous spots out in the hills, valleys, and mountains.
Well, I am fed up. I guess literally. Because I am fed up in pounds. Get it?
I was taking a little inventory of myself over the weekend and I decided that I am just disgusted. I don’t like feeling hungry, but I also don’t like feeling fat. I know how to eat healthy. I used to help other women figure out how to eat healthy. What I don’t know is why I just let all that go.
Whatever the case, in letting it go, I fed myself right up to being overweight.
More than usual.
Yesterday, when I went grocery shopping, I made a point of getting some healthier options for myself. I purchased things that I know I like so that I could make better choices. That’s the first step, as they say.
I know how to eat better. I know how to get my body moving.
So I guess this little post here is me saying that I am fed up with being fed up and I am going to start trying harder to be the me that I know I can be.
The me that I want to be.
The me that I should be.
The me that would make me feel a little better about this body I have.
They say that you are what you eat, and right now that means I am fatty, sugary, salty, oily, and just plain processed… Yuck.
Have you ever noticed that when people look for signs from God they are often looking for something big? It seems like people want planets to fall out of the sky or a booming voice to call down giving them assurance that they are on the right path.
But what I’ve noticed in my life is that God speaks more often in the little things.