I took a break. From writing, obviously.
Just at the culmination of the end of my journey with banishing my scale.
Personally, I needed to work through some things, and deal with some behavior on my own before writing about it. Nothing bad. But just some things that I need to address.
Plus, it’s the end of the school year, and I happened to contract the plague a few weeks ago that took far too long to recover from. (But hey, I lost 8 pounds!!) (And I’ve only gained 4 of it back!!)
So…first of all…the whole banishing my scale and just being happy with eating healthier was a giant bust. I failed. Miserably.
Let me explain.
I did, in fact, manage to keep my scale banished until Easter. On Easter, I broke that bad boy out, and weighed myself, and I was HORRIFIED at the number.
I gained weight. And not like a pound. I gained almost 10 pounds.
I’m certain the jar of peanut butter AND the jar of icing I ate had absolutely nothing to do with that weight gain. Nope, not a thing.
So I have un-banished my scale. And have committed to actually eating healthier. But also, giving myself a break and enjoying a Mexican food feast, mostly guilt free.
But that isn’t even the biggest thing that I have been addressing. I was getting down on myself for the wrong thing. Imagine that.
I had a habit. A bad one. One that I kicked. But then promptly replaced with food. So I eat healthy meals. But honestly, the thing that was killing me was the nighttime snacking. I won’t even be hungry. But there I am, standing in the kitchen, stuffing mass quantities of food in my face. Yup, that happened.
But once I actually recognized that I had really just replaced that old bad habit with a new bad habit, I feel like I can address such a thing. And I haven’t had any late night snack attacks since I came to this realization. So…that’s awesome.
But here’s the big thing. The really big thing that I have been thinking and praying and talking to a few close friends, and of course, the parents.
A few weeks ago, I was in class with a small group of students. And they brought up some of the stupidity that their generation just can’t seem to get away from. So during this conversation, told my students that if they didn’t like the way society was going, they need to get involved.
BE THE CHANGE.
They can make a difference.
And in that moment, God tapped me on the shoulder. I didn’t really want to listen at the time, but God definitely tapped me on the shoulder.
How could I possibly tell my students that they need to be the change, when I was sitting here, not being the change myself???
And when I asked if my role in that change could just, you know, be telling other people to be the change.
Yeah, that didn’t go over so well.
Shortly after that, I have another revolutionary weekend. One of the things that has stopped me from going back to school is that I feel too old to do so. I’m turning 38 this year. And I would need to go to school for at least a couple of years to do what I want. Meaning I would be at least 40. And I really don’t want to be $30K in debt at the ripe old age of 40. So clearly, I am too old to go back to school. But then, when it comes to other topics…meaning I’m not too old to get married. I’m not too old to still have children. I’m not too old to do those things.
I can’t be both too old, and not that old at the same time.
It doesn’t work like that.
So I gave it all over to God.
I am consistently giving it all over to God. Consistently, and constantly reminding myself that I have given it over to God. And I trust that at the right moment, He is going to open all of the right doors, close all of the wrongs ones, and guide me to what He has in store for me.
I am slightly terrified, because, you know, I’m human. But I’m also excited about it. So let’s see where God is taking me on this crazy journey called life!!