Proverbs 30:31 Favour is deceitful, beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
I'm struggling with this. I received a message from a friend today wanting to learn more about blogging. She is beginning a weight-loss journey with her goal being to run a 5K in August. I'm so excited for her! I will be sure to post a link when she's up and running..no pun intended.
Jerry and I have decided recently ourselves to begin getting back into shape. He is so much better at it than I am. His willpower is amazing, mine not so much.
I would like to say that my goal is to be healthy and feel better, have more energy. It's not. My goal is to look good in my clothes. Vain, I know. Vanity is a tricky thing for me. I desire to be beautiful from the inside and I hope that I would be considered that way. However, every time I look into the mirror with my 35 year old eyes, I find myself mourning the youthful face I remember. I see wrinkles, the beginning of crows feet, enlarged pores. I recently discovered why I am dealing with acne issues in my 30's when I've never dealt with it before..my diminishing estrogen. More proof I am aging. I don't find myself concerned with the numbers in my age, just the side effects. I meditate on verses on beauty and where true beauty lies..it's not helping! Fortunately, I can't afford the Botox and other facial procedures that would give me a quick fix and send me down a slippery slope in pursuit of perfection.
I'd like to blame my child bearing days but I can't. True, I didn't look this way before them but I didn't look like this after them either. I was motivated after their births to shed the pounds, get back into my jeans. The dilemma I am dealing with now is a result of immobility. Always moving with the busyness of life but never exercising. Eating on the go rather than planning and preparing meals as in the past is destroying my waistline.
I could blame society and media but I don't believe that a slender woman on a magazine cover is the reason I desire to be thin. I think as long as women have existed they have desired to be different than how God made them. Feeling inadequate in more ways than just the physical is a struggle I think all women share. Not understanding how truly valuable we are to our Creator, distorts our view of ourselves. So as I again start this journey, I am making more of an effort not to just commit that truth to memory, but in my soul.
I have started walking/running and calorie counting. I feel driven to succeed at this. I always do in the beginning, keeping that drive is the challenge. I'm looking forward to my friend's blog and the realness she will share in the tremendous amount of work it takes to be fit. She is already encouraging me by her willingness to share.
I won't reject any compliments I receive as I slim down, but truly I want to find more praise for who I am rather than what I look like.
Editing side note: After I posted this I got into my car and heard this-"51% of women said they would give up intimacy to be skinny..." I guess the other 49% were lying! lol

A Role Model

What a weekend!

Having a former wrestler husband and three little wrestlers of our own...we are a wrestling family. Coaching, practices, matches, sectionals, districts-it can be a lot. This weekend though, our season over, we headed to Columbus to The Ohio State University to watch what else, a wrestling match. A few other wrestling families went along and I think I speak for all the moms in attendance, this was the best wrestling experience we have shared with our young boys and husbands. The awe on the boys' faces as we walked into the arena, free posters in hand, brought a flutter to my own stomach.

Colt Sponseller, a local boy, is a nationally ranked senior at OSU. Because he is from our rural area, he is a local hero to our young wrestlers. Jerry has followed his high school and college career so my own boys are very familiar with him.

We were told after the match the boys could go down on the floor and the wrestlers would sign their t-shirts and souvenirs. The first "celebrity" we stumbled upon...Coach Tom Ryan. The boys again were overjoyed! Knowing he probably gets this attention regularly from wrestling fans, we were amazed at his genuine affection towards our very eager souls. He signed, he posed and even thanked us for coming. All with intense sincerity. So cool. The boys wandered from wrestler to wrestler, soliciting autographs from all the Buckeye wrestlers, who were equally as gracious.

Then the climax. Colt emerged from the locker room and before he could even hug his family, our boys were drawn to him like bees to honey. Literally. He appeared and instantly twenty little guys swarmed. He was so attentive and kind they ushered us to the hallway as they needed to clear the arena. He spoke to and autographed each child's memorabilia. You could almost hear them buzzing in anticipation for their turn to get close to him. He posed with them in more than enough photos, even encouraging "mean, wrestlers don't smile" and "funny face" shots.

We had heard of his character, his family's. Still, we couldn't believe this wrestler, from a Big Ten school, with an exceptional record, remained so humble. His entire family was so sweet. I had felt bad we were taking their time with him, but they insisted we let the boys enjoy this experience. And they absolutely did.

Amidst all of the sad and disappointing stories we hear of collegiate and professional athletes, it was so refreshing to meet a responsible, excelling, student athlete. One with a love of the sport so great, he shines, giving back to the ones who desire to be just like him.

Sing

Wasn't sure I was going to be a fan of American Idol this year with all the changes. However, much to mine and Jerry's surprise, we love it!

They lowered the age of eligibility this year, which I'm not a fan of, but there is one young man who has captured my heart. JC. He is fifteen but looks much younger. He is a little on the short side and overweight with the voice of an angel. "Group Day" almost swallowed him up. He was in a group of five and one over confident, male diva just kicked him out! I was crying!! This Idol hopeful decided he didn't fit the mold of their group. I was disgusted by his arrogance and ashamed that the other group members didn't stick up for this young soul. JC was in tears, trying to be strong, unable to hold it together when explaining to his mother the reason for his exit. So at the last minute, he was wandering around looking for someone to take him in. He found a group so thankful to embrace his talent, I cried.

After his group's performance, he stood there, tears welling. I grabbed my heart and told Jerry "I can't take this! If he doesn't make it through and I was his mother I would be hunting down that original group leader!". I couldn't just stand by and see my son's heart broken and his confidence shaken to the core. Then I remembered I could. Logically, I know you can't fight every battle and fix every disappointment but it would be nice if I could..that's not where I'm going with this post.

This boy pulls at my heart strings because he reminds me of another little boy. My boy. Tanner. Tanner and JC share a similar stature. And like JC, Tanner sings like an angel. He doesn't show off his instrument very often. Last year, out of the blue and to every one's surprise he auditioned for a solo in his fourth grade spring concert. He didn't even tell me! His music teacher informed me via facebook how blown away she was by his voice. I secretly ached and worried "What if he doesn't get the part? I don't want him to stop singing...". Ultimately he did get the part. Although just a school concert, I cried. I was so proud of his bravery. I love to sing, am semi-talented but always too afraid to step out and take the chance he did.

Watching this boy with a large frame and even larger heart, stole mine. He made it through. Thank you JC for having the courage to chase dreams and allowing me to reminisce the night my own angel sang.

A Girl

You waited all day to arrive, taking your sweet time. You were worth the wait! You are a precious little peanut. Your features, so petite and rounded. You were alert yet completely unaware. Unaware of the ray of light you brought into this unbelievably cold day. Your momma and daddy cried upon your arrival. You are beyond lucky to belong to such amazing beings. Your dark hair is a gift from your Pop. Your nose from Granny. Your presence from God. You are a girl. The "weaker vessel". Do not misinterpret what God means. You are strong. Undefined. Hope. Promise. Loved. You are a girl. A precious gift in the form of a daughter, sister, granddaughter, and niece. I love you Aubrie Meredith. I am so thankful to be your Aunt. Welcome to our crazy family sweet girl.

Looking Toward the Horizon

March 18th, I am waiting for you like a child yearns for Christmas morning.
This dreary, brrrrrrrr-ific winter, the wrestling season, and everyday busy has worn on the last fibers of nerve I have available.
Followers, don't get me wrong, I LOVE WRESTLING! I love watching my boys, Jerry and the other coaches building a successful program, the adrenaline, helping where I can, I really love it.
However, for four months my family does not function on it's normal routine and I have times of feeling extremely lonely. I miss my guys!!
BUT March 18th, I am escaping with my husband and some wonderful friends to the city of Pittsburgh! Every snowflake, school cancellation and busy day, I am looking past to this much needed retreat! Time alone with my husband with no talk of "weight classes", practice, homework, hurried bedtime rituals or children in general! Again, don't mistake my words. I love my children but date night has been pushed aside for far too long. This weekend will selfishly and adequately be all about Jerry and me. Waking up to the absence of alarm clocks, schedule....so inviting! Talking over coffee with overslept eyes will replace springing into referee mode from the launch of morning.
I see you March 18th in the not so distant horizon. I am working my way to you. Don't go anywhere. Do not be pushed aside by interference. I am praying these things for you. Wait for us.....we're coming!

Snow

I wanted to post this yesterday but this ancient computer I'm using temporarily wouldn't allow it!

Dear white, school-closing, frozen mess:



You make my feet cold and my patience thin.

You cause fighting, whining and lacks of motivation.

You come earlier every year and stay too long.

Your only beautiful as you fall.

Your aftermath dirties my car, my shoes, my rugs.

The weather man says the worst is yet to come.

You can miss us if you want I'll give you another shot

A happy resident of Ohio, right now, I am not.

To receive no further complaints just pass us by.

We'll get along without you, really, we'll be fine.



Sincerely,

Miss Frigid