Interpretations of life lessons...

On the way home from church yesterday, our almost 10 year old Roo, (Rueben) gets super serious and from the back seat he announces loudly "Mommy and daddy, when I get old and have a wife and kids, I'm going to tell my kids the same lessons about life that you've taught me."  My hubby and I look at each other smiling- i'm absolutely sure that we were both expecting something beautiful, touching and profound to come out of his mouth next... So my hubby says "oh yeah, like what kind of lessons?"  Roo says "you know, like when you vacuum, you should always hold the cord so that you don't run it over and start electrical fires."

WOW.  It was funny and adorable and genius all at once.  But it got me thinking about these "life lessons" we teach our kids.  Now, I know, without a doubt- that my husband and I have had endless heart to hearts with each of our kids through the years about things big and small.  Things that we think are monumentally important and things that the kids view as life changing- rarely have we seen eye to eye on the important things by the way.  Of course we've had the "sex" talk a few times- we have four kids- that was always a fun one!  We've talked about God, careers, integrity, friends, self-worth...among many other "important" topics... but when our 10 year old reflects back on his little life and in the moment chooses a life lesson he wants to impart to his future children- he says he'll share with them how to be safe when vacuuming!

I very clearly remember precious nuggets of wisdom that my mama and daddy shared with me through the years.  I am blessed to have parents who love the Lord and modeled a life of generosity, service, honesty and integrity to their children.

I hope when my children are older, and I'm wrinkled and gray, they will have the same wonderful things to say about me...



God is good, all the time.

Bruno Mars had it "sorta" right...

You know that song by Bruno Mars, "Just the way you are"...  It's a sweet catchy love song. From a boy to a girl telling her that she is amazing just the way she is.  I'm married to a guy like that.  To a guy who literally every single day that we have been together has told me he loves me and that I am beautiful.  I know, I'm in awe too- I have no idea how a girl like me got a guy like that!

I never thought of myself as one of those girls with the massive body image issues- or the ones who self loath.  I just always thought that I was a girl who loved Jesus, who loved her family and friends, and they loved me back, but I just didn't like the way I looked very much.  It was a huge deal- it made me sad- but I lived with it.  I didn't really think that the reality of that would ever change.  Now that I think about it, that is a pretty miserable way to live...

Like many women, I was super unhappy with my weight.  I stand 5 foot tall and at my heaviest was 220lbs.  I was out of breath walking up stairs or checking the mail.  I hated the way I looked in clothes, shopping was painful for me- emotionally and physically.  I had a long list of health issues that all stemmed from being morbidly obese.

July of last year, I had a sort of light bulb moment- I decided that enough was enough- God wanted so much more for me than what I was settling for.  I was in bondage to my own body.  I began to seek out medical help for my health issues and that started me on a journey to a healthy me.  At my July doctor's appointment, my primary care physician actually suggested I go to a weight loss surgery seminar.  I was appalled- and offended. Clearly I wasn't fat enough for that- how could he even suggest such a thing.  After going home and doing some research- I realized I was plenty fat for that.  Not only was I big enough weight wise, for the surgery, I was unbelievably unhealthy and that made me a good candidate.  I decided to go to the seminar.  As far as size goes, I was one of the "smallest" people there, but I was the absolute unhealthiest.  Diabetes, high blood pressure, asthma, sleep apnea, gerd, and a heart condition.  After much prayer, I decided to pursue the idea of getting a gastric bypass.  I wasn't completely sold on the thought, but because I qualified through my insurance, it opened up opportunities for me to see a dietician, an exercise specialist and to continue going to monthly appointments where I would get tips and tricks from the experts on healthy eating and weight loss.  In my mind, even if the surgery wasn't for me, I was going to be learning so much valuable information- i was determined to keep going to all the appointments.  I ended up completely changing my eating habits and getting control of my emotional and mental food issues.  From July to December I lost 40lbs!  I was feeling better, but I wasn't quite where I wanted to be.  Despite all my efforts, the blood pressure and diabetes was still present.  By this time I had to schedule a surgery date so I could keep going to all the appointments- so that's what I did.  I kept fighting with myself back and forth about whether or not it was the right decision for me.  My biggest hang up was that I was feeling like a failure.  Why couldn't I just do this on my own?  Why couldn't I just succeed at this weight loss thing?  Other people have done it, I got so far, but yet I had so much further to go.  Was I just giving up by deciding to have surgery?  Was it going to be seen as an "easy way out"?  It came to a point where I had to just be selfish- I had to stop worrying about how others may or may not agree with MY decision- I had prayed about this and had a sweet peace about it, so I needed to do what was right for me.  On December 10, 2012 I checked into the hospital and had a gastric bypass.  I didn't even tell my family!  I waited until I was in recovery and then gave them all a phone call one by one.  That probably wasn't the best way to handle things, and I wouldn't recommend going that route.  I just didn't want anyone’s input about it anymore- i just wanted to do it for me- and so I did.  My surgery was on a Monday, and on Wednesday when I left the hospital, the diabetes and high blood pressure were completely gone.

Pre-surgery I would pour over forums and websites about weight loss surgery- I read everything I could on it.  I would pose questions on discussion boards and I followed bloggers who had been through it.  I would read how hundreds and hundreds of people would describe having this surgery as "The beginning of my new life."  I remember thinking to myself that making a statement like that was a lofty claim...all the while secretly hoping that I could experience that kind of freedom and awakening in my own life.

It turns out- it was all true- for me anyway.  Surgery is different for every person, but for me, this surgery saved my life.  It has allowed me to add years and years onto my life.  I am healthy and vibrant and active.  I look younger, I feel younger.  I don't feel like i'm walking around as a shell of a person anymore. 

During this process, what I found out is that weight loss surgery isn't the "easy way out".  It's actually HARD work to maintain a healthy lifestyle post surgery.  It takes a lot of will power and discipline to make good food choices.  I have to be purposeful and intentional about every bit of food that I put into my body. 

This post isn't about advocating for people to run out and get weight loss surgery.  It's just a part of my own story.  I've had the privilege to talk to many many women who had toyed with the idea of surgery but were scared or just unsure.  By being open and honest about what i've done to lose weight, it has opened the avenue to have some intense intimate discussions about not only weight loss, but God- and His desire for His children to be healthy and full of the Joy of the Lord. 

I've been asked more than a dozen times, "would you do it again?"   My answer every single time is YES.

The goodness of God is every present and I see it poured out on me daily- and I am so thankful for it!