I haven't lost a single pound in six weeks. As a matter of fact, I've gained two pounds.
Weird.
My body is still shrinking. The 18s I've been buying are suffering from SBS - Saggy Butt Syndrome. I should have known better than to buy Old Navy jeans. If I put them in the dryer, they get too short. However, if I don't ever dry them, they never shrink in the buttox area. The price we pay for beauty.
My mind hasn't even really been on weight loss lately, though. The past week specifically, it's been on certain things I have since deemed "Missy, you've gone crazy." First up, the Cardinals flipping beat The Nationals after being behind six-nothing. IT'S INSANE! And, it had never been done before.
The second thing, is praying for BIG miracles. God moves, right? God loves us, right? Well, why aren't my prayers proving that? I'm re-reading through a book for the second time in a month called The Circle Maker (Mark Batterson). Do yourself a favor right now and buy it. Read it. Live it. It will not only change the way you think about prayer, it will change the way you pray.
The point is that you remember that GOD IS FOR YOU. Quit feeling like He's against you and your happiness because it's actually quite the opposite. Perhaps I'll share my small group lesson for the week with you all after I present it. It's about trusting and depending on God...being desperate enough for Him to do something in your life.
That's about all I have today, folks. Any reason why I would be losing inches and not weight? If you happen to know, please tell me. Also, if you've got something crazy to pray about, let me know, and I'll join you!
Love you all!
Peace Out, Home Fries.
Missy ;o)
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
{əˈlōn}
a-lone (adj.) 1. having no one else present; on one's own; without others' help or participation; single-handed.
I have always. I mean always wanted to go to the movies by myself. I love movies. I love movie theaters. I've just always been a little too self-conscious.
I mean, what will people think of the 20 something girl alone in a movie theater? Probably that she's sad, alone, and single. When, in reality, I just really want to see Trouble With the Curve and no one will go with me.
People often ask me if it's lonely being single.
No really, they do.
Those people clearly don't know me well. My idea of a perfect evening tends to lean toward me at home with no one else, haha. Or me alone in a movie theater, lol. Some think I need more "me time" than most humans.
I'd agree.
Recently, I've tried to figure out why. Because, when I say more "me time," I mean that if I don't have at least 15 minutes of quiet to myself every day, I tend to get sad. Like, literally sad. It's the exact opposite of how social people must be around people to feel happy.
Since I can remember, I've been somewhat of a loner. We lived in the middle of nowhere growing up, so Matt and I only had each other to play with. A lot of times that meant I was in my room and he in his. I have an active imagination, and I've always loved telling stories. I was perfectly happy playing with Barbie's all afternoon while they went to college, got married, worked excellent jobs and had kids, haha.
That still rings true today. Sometimes, I just need quiet...peace...even a little darkness (as weird as that sounds). I don't even like turning lights on in the morning. I may turn my overhead light for a couple minutes to put on my make-up, but it immediately goes back off. My roommate probably thinks I'm crazy because I never voluntarily turn on lights. Lamps are so much more peaceful. And, do I really need to have full-lighting to eat my low-fat waffles in the morning?
I say all this to say that I'm alone a lot. And, I usually choose it that way. Jules can tell when I'm having a difficult week because I head straight to my room when I get home and only come out for sustenance. When there's thoughts flowing or trouble brewing, I like to be alone with my thoughts as I talk them out to God. Alone I just think more. Alone I just tend to feel better.
There's a difference between being alone and being lonely.
I'm definitely not lonely. I don't have enough time to be lonely, lol. I'm always around people, and I have excellent friendships.
However, there was a moment over the summer when I just had this deep longing for companionship. And, I'm not talking about a night out with the girls. I mean the kind of companionship that's between a husband and a wife. And, it came out of nowhere. But, I specifically remember the night at Summer Chi Alpha. I came home and just prayed that God would fill that void. That He would be my companion, and walk alongside me.
Well, He's right next to me, but that void is still there. I think that was step one in realizing that my thoughts/feelings about getting married changed.
I've always said I'm content being single for however long God wants...even if that means a lifetime. Those who know my heart, know that this is completely true. I'm really happy with me and God.
What I've realized, though, is that just because you're content being single, it doesn't mean you can't want to be married.
Do you get that?
Saying I really want to be married doesn't nullify the fact that I'm happy being single forever.
Maybe you are thinking, "Well, duh, Miss!" But, it was like a revelation to me. For so long, I think I actually closed off my heart to wanting to be married because I thought people would think I was lonely and desperate.
That's totally not the case.
I can't explain the feeling that I have. But, I know something is missing from my life. Someone missing from my life. Now, more than ever, I'm convinced that God has a husband for me somewhere out in the cosmos of life. Somewhere, right now he is sitting around doing who knows what. Maybe he's even thinking about his future wife...thinking of me, wondering who I am. It's crazy to think about.
Call me crazy. Call me desperate. Call me lonely. I don't really care. I just know that just like my appearance has changed and just like my attitude has changed, my heart has changed. My heart is finally open to being shared with someone else.
I think it's because I finally feel like I have something to offer the incredibly man of God that I want my husband to be. (You can read more about that in a previous post here.) And, not just something to offer, but a lot of somethings. I want to be that companion to that pastor or preacher... that minister's wife who ministers right alongside of him.
I have no idea when this may happen. God could be setting something crazy up for the next year of my life. He may be planning an amazing 30th birthday present for me; I just don't know.
All I know is that I'm happy, no, I'm elated to be alone until then. I know it will be worth the wait. I know that in the mean time I will just keep getting more prepared for marriage. I mean, obviously the spiritual growth is gonna' be a selling point for me. But, the skinnier I get, the better my chances of a hunky hunk, right?
:o) JK. I know the man I marry will love me for me. But, let's face it. I look better now.
So, next time you see a 20 something girl alone in a theater or as the third wheel with her married friends at a restaurant, please don't pity her. If it's me, I'm just killing time doing God's work until that hunky hunk shows up.
Peace Out, Home Fries.
Missy :o)
I have always. I mean always wanted to go to the movies by myself. I love movies. I love movie theaters. I've just always been a little too self-conscious.
I mean, what will people think of the 20 something girl alone in a movie theater? Probably that she's sad, alone, and single. When, in reality, I just really want to see Trouble With the Curve and no one will go with me.
People often ask me if it's lonely being single.
No really, they do.
Those people clearly don't know me well. My idea of a perfect evening tends to lean toward me at home with no one else, haha. Or me alone in a movie theater, lol. Some think I need more "me time" than most humans.
I'd agree.
Recently, I've tried to figure out why. Because, when I say more "me time," I mean that if I don't have at least 15 minutes of quiet to myself every day, I tend to get sad. Like, literally sad. It's the exact opposite of how social people must be around people to feel happy.
Since I can remember, I've been somewhat of a loner. We lived in the middle of nowhere growing up, so Matt and I only had each other to play with. A lot of times that meant I was in my room and he in his. I have an active imagination, and I've always loved telling stories. I was perfectly happy playing with Barbie's all afternoon while they went to college, got married, worked excellent jobs and had kids, haha.
That still rings true today. Sometimes, I just need quiet...peace...even a little darkness (as weird as that sounds). I don't even like turning lights on in the morning. I may turn my overhead light for a couple minutes to put on my make-up, but it immediately goes back off. My roommate probably thinks I'm crazy because I never voluntarily turn on lights. Lamps are so much more peaceful. And, do I really need to have full-lighting to eat my low-fat waffles in the morning?
I say all this to say that I'm alone a lot. And, I usually choose it that way. Jules can tell when I'm having a difficult week because I head straight to my room when I get home and only come out for sustenance. When there's thoughts flowing or trouble brewing, I like to be alone with my thoughts as I talk them out to God. Alone I just think more. Alone I just tend to feel better.
There's a difference between being alone and being lonely.
I'm definitely not lonely. I don't have enough time to be lonely, lol. I'm always around people, and I have excellent friendships.
However, there was a moment over the summer when I just had this deep longing for companionship. And, I'm not talking about a night out with the girls. I mean the kind of companionship that's between a husband and a wife. And, it came out of nowhere. But, I specifically remember the night at Summer Chi Alpha. I came home and just prayed that God would fill that void. That He would be my companion, and walk alongside me.
Well, He's right next to me, but that void is still there. I think that was step one in realizing that my thoughts/feelings about getting married changed.
I've always said I'm content being single for however long God wants...even if that means a lifetime. Those who know my heart, know that this is completely true. I'm really happy with me and God.
What I've realized, though, is that just because you're content being single, it doesn't mean you can't want to be married.
Do you get that?
Saying I really want to be married doesn't nullify the fact that I'm happy being single forever.
Maybe you are thinking, "Well, duh, Miss!" But, it was like a revelation to me. For so long, I think I actually closed off my heart to wanting to be married because I thought people would think I was lonely and desperate.
That's totally not the case.
I can't explain the feeling that I have. But, I know something is missing from my life. Someone missing from my life. Now, more than ever, I'm convinced that God has a husband for me somewhere out in the cosmos of life. Somewhere, right now he is sitting around doing who knows what. Maybe he's even thinking about his future wife...thinking of me, wondering who I am. It's crazy to think about.
Call me crazy. Call me desperate. Call me lonely. I don't really care. I just know that just like my appearance has changed and just like my attitude has changed, my heart has changed. My heart is finally open to being shared with someone else.
I think it's because I finally feel like I have something to offer the incredibly man of God that I want my husband to be. (You can read more about that in a previous post here.) And, not just something to offer, but a lot of somethings. I want to be that companion to that pastor or preacher... that minister's wife who ministers right alongside of him.
I have no idea when this may happen. God could be setting something crazy up for the next year of my life. He may be planning an amazing 30th birthday present for me; I just don't know.
All I know is that I'm happy, no, I'm elated to be alone until then. I know it will be worth the wait. I know that in the mean time I will just keep getting more prepared for marriage. I mean, obviously the spiritual growth is gonna' be a selling point for me. But, the skinnier I get, the better my chances of a hunky hunk, right?
:o) JK. I know the man I marry will love me for me. But, let's face it. I look better now.
So, next time you see a 20 something girl alone in a theater or as the third wheel with her married friends at a restaurant, please don't pity her. If it's me, I'm just killing time doing God's work until that hunky hunk shows up.
Peace Out, Home Fries.
Missy :o)
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