Learning to handle stress

So many feelings I have right now, can my mind catch up with me? Thoughts are flying everywhere. The day my grandma died, I felt like a truck hit me. I thought I was ready for it. I guess you really can’t prepare yourself enough for something so sad. I felt anger more than anything, almost like that was my way of being sad.

I don’t know why that happens, I either lash out, or take over. Neither are all that healthy. Stress does something awful to your body. It lowers your immunity and you get this over whelming feeling to eat. I don’t know if it’s like this for everyone but it’s like this for me. It’s like a battle of who is stronger. I don’t always win, but you know that one thing I’ve learned through this journey of losing weight and getting healthy is, I know I screw up but it doesn’t stop me from getting back up.

Yes! Getting back up. The hardest part I believe is getting in a rut of always starting over and never finishing the race. I have 10lbs to lose and through all this emotional stuff, I’ve held onto the weight. The mind plays this nasty trick on you that tells you that life is just to hard, You can’t do it, look at your situation. I’ve played into the game of the mind and I’ve felt defeated, sad, lost, heart sick and confused. God tells us to fully rely on him. If we have these feelings, are we really putting our trust where we need to.

Losing weight is so much more than just dieting and exercising. You deal with the heart and mind as well. You have to deal with the root of your weight. I know when I started losing weight, I decided I was tired of always being upset with myself. I got to the point were I was not comfortable in my skin. That’s when I made a life change.

I’m the only one that can motivate myself to keep going. I’m surrounded by dedicated people that also help motivate and are good at it, but if I don’t make the decision their effort is for nothing. Think about it! What is more important, allowing yourself to fall because of the situation, or grab the situation and learn from it?

When I learned that my daughter had health issues and was sick all the time. I decided that I wanted to be healthy, so I could be strong enough to be there for her. I’m making the decision to stay the course, it’s worth it.

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A Colorful Mind

Living a life with ADD as an adult is like being on a roller coaster ride, wanting to get off but you can’t. I’ve found that if I keep my mind relaxed by working out, writing, cleaning at fast paces will help.

A colorful mind is hard, but one we must learn to live with. I’ve excepted this now, but for years I’ve tried to pretend that I don’t have it. People tell you your crazy cause your different than them, your organization skills are less than perfect, learning anything is sometimes a chore because focusing on one task takes a lot out of you, you feel drained just by the thought of learning something new. The passion I have for things is something I hold onto. When I put my mind to it, I can accomplish it. It might take longer but I’m ok with that. My colorful mind is mine. I’m ok with learning how to learn things in a different way. Others may not understand.

I used to ask God why I was so different from other people, but the one trait I believe that I do have is to love people, and teach them to love themselves. A brain is complicated no one truly understands the reason behind ADD. They will diagnose it and give you meds, but learning to calm a colorful brain is something only someone dealing with this understands.

There is Hope for us! Exercise and good health lessen the depression and anxiousness that we feel at the moment. If we get relief from life even on shorts spurts, I believe it is worth it!

Don’t think that just because your thoughts and actions are different from others makes you less than capable at achieving a task. It sometimes takes a colorful mind to accomplish the purpose God has for us in life. So be calm even when chaos surrounds you. Find something that brings you passion, worth, something that only you can do and if your not sure right now it’s ok.

It’s ok to not know! You will figure it out. In the meantime, take 30 mins. and give your brain some relief exercise with your all, because that is something we are good at, giving it everything we have, true passion even in chaos. Eat well to give your body an extra boost throughout the day, because you will thank yourself for it later. We are ok!

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The Painting

Have you ever felt pain you know the kind of pain that no one can see. It runs so deep in your bones that it cripples your every move.

I’ve experienced this kind of gut wrenching hopelessness. I will never forget the hold that it had on my life. That kind of pain stops you from doing things you love. Your hopes and dreams fade and they feel so far away. The depression takes over and you forget the beauty in life and what and who you were created for.

I know there are tons of blogs that tell you about all the right product and all the right weight loss tricks but none of that matters if you are at this point because you must find that hope in who you are. The precious jewel that you forgot about. The one that others see even if we look in the mirror and only see ourselves as being ugly.

The beauty and love must start within your heart. Seeing yourself as worthy of this change. Its possible, I promise. There is hope even if your lost inside yourself.

God predestined you for great things even before you were formed in your mothers womb. My daughter said it best. One morning as I was getting her ready for school, she asks. “How are babies made.” I stood there pale faced having no clue what to say to my six year old. I said well honey “God makes babies” and at this point I’m praying God give me the right words to satisfy this question without totally answering it. My daughter looked up at me and said “its ok mom I think I know. God painted our eye color. He wanted mine to be like yours and daddy’s and I like that cause my eyes are perfect. He thought about what color my hair should be and then he remembered that daddy’s favorite hair color is blond like yours mommy. He painted my lips to be rosy red so they would not make me look to pale and my forehead looks a little bit like yours. Mommy I’m happy he spent so much time deciding how he wanted me to be. I also know he made me a princess and that’s why I like pretty things.”

As I stand there in complete awe of what I just heard I was blessed to know that she was so confident in who she is and I never want her to lose that. It’s a perfect example of what God did for us. He formed us perfect and spent time on us and continues to spend time on us. As women we tend to focus solely on the outer appearance but I believe we must focus on the inner beauty before we can ever fully begin to lose weight and train ourselves to eat right.

Looking in the mirror, going deep within ourselves and finding who we truly are. Some of us have been hurt by parents, some of us have been hurt by our loved ones, our husbands, parents,kids. You name it and your heart has been touched in a negative way.

I want you to imagine with me right now all your broken pieces being picked up and glued back together in perfection. Painted by God’s beautiful hand, handcrafted with a purpose. Don’t turn to food or any other unhealthy habit to get passed the pain. Look in the mirror and see the beauty that God has made. We might not be where we want to be but we can get there. Don’t give up.

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Destiny

The fear of doing something that totally defies logic, anything that you would naturally do, this crippling fear that keeps your mind spinning. Fear is an amazing thing. People pass it up as just a natural response but it is so much more.

Many people let fear keep them from their destiny, that one thing God has called them to. I know when I was young I just knew God called me to the mission fields. I remember dreaming at night of all the lives I would touch with this amazing gift He gave me. I was passionate, I new in my whole being that this was my soul purpose of being put on this earth. I went on missions. The first mission I went to was Brazil. That place stole my heart from the moment I stepped off the plane. The colors, the smell, the people. Oh the people, that’s what I will never forget. They were sweet, open hearted and kind. They welcomed our silly butts from the moment we got there. Our mission there was to make them laugh. See I was a clown, they called me lulu ( I picked that name because that’s the name my grandpa Joe gave me when I was little ).

The second mission I went on was with a dance and singing group that went from one city to the next. Again my heart went out to the people. The broken and hopeless.

The third and sadly the last was with a drama group. I found my voice on this mission. They believed that God gave me a gift to speak to the people. I fought it till my last night. They would not let the tour end until I stepped out and faced my fear head on. Guess what, I did it, and I let God speak through me and it blessed people. Me out of all 8 of us, He chose me that night.

So many things in this life has scared me. People thought I was insane, and not everyone liked me, but I did not give up.

The older I got I gave into that crippling fear that told me I could do nothing. That dream of helping people was a childhood dream. That’s a mistake when we start allowing ourselves to doubt who God has made us. You know, I may never go back to Brazil, that place where God gave me peace and a clear vision of my future, but He has brought me into this beautiful opportunity to help others feel better about themselves. Never thought it would be through fitness, but they need what I have. Encouragement, support and faith in who they are. I’m not an expert, by no means do I claim to be, and I’m still trying to stay strong with my journey, but I can go hand in hand, side by side with them until they accomplish the faith in themselves that I have had for them the whole time. I found my missions in life, along side being a mother of 5 beautiful kids and a wife of a wonderful man. I’m truly blessed.

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Perfection

From the time kids are born, our brothers and sisters are our collaborators and co-conspirators, our role models and cautionary tales. They are our scolds, protectors, goads, tormentors, playmates, counselors, sources of envy, objects of pride. They teach us how to resolve conflicts and how not to; how to conduct friendships and when to walk away from them. Sisters teach brothers about the mysteries of girls; brothers teach sisters about the puzzle of boys.

The mystery that puzzles me is the eternal bond between a brother and his sister. The protection and love that the brother has in side him without ever being taught. No matter if the brother is younger or older.

The story I’m going to tell you about is my youngest son and my youngest daughter. When I found out I was pregnant with my son being that he would be the baby of 4 girls I never guessed he would be a boy.

When I found out, I was ecstatic! Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have a boy ( though I wanted one). I came to peace with my girls. I was happy and content knowing that I might some day have grandsons. God blessed me with this perfect small little bundle. Something I’ve dreamed about for my kids is this bond that my two little ones have. God has crafted into pure perfection.

In the time he’s been here I could not be prouder of the bond between my youngest little ones. It is just pure perfection at least through a mother’s eyes.

I never had a brother. I grew up with 3 sisters, so when my son started getting older and they became best friends I was amazed. What makes the difference I’ve always wondered, between the girls as sisters and girls with their brothers.

He’s protective, loving, caring and even though he is little, he takes such good care of his sisters. I know that a bond between mother and son is different than the bond between a mother and her daughters. A mothers love is for all her kids, just the bond is different. I wonder if that’s the way it is in the case of brothers and sisters. It’s a mystery to me, but one I’m going to cherish as I continue to learn about.

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Overcoming my excuses

Do you ever go through a season in your life, where you make every excuse you can think of just to get out of that one thing you know you need to fix or even change ( even if you know it will change your life ). I did for years with every inch, with every pound I put on, with every pregnancy, with every excuse, with every depressed moment I had.

Sometimes when you’ve made excuses for so long they become second nature. You tell your self that you’ve tried but failed, and really you gave up because of excuses, and you convince yourself that because you messed up, you failed and so the cycle begins.

A roller coaster of emotions consume your whole being, and you tell yourself that you will never get control over your weight, your life, or your emotions. Maybe I’m just crazy you tell yourself, hopeless.

Ok, honestly I’ve felt that way. I convinced myself that I was a crazy failure, but then I came in contact with a group of people that have opened my eyes to realize that, I’m in-control of who I am and what happens to me. Let me tell you that, if you surround yourself with people that are on the same mission as you, you find confidence in places you didn’t think existed.

I’m healthy now and I’m happy, who would have thought I can find love for myself and the body God gave me. Being comfortable in my own skin. Finding Gods purpose and helping others find out who God made them to be.

I’ve lost over 30lbs in the last 8 months. I can say that I feel better about who I am. Feeding your body with the right nutrition helps you feel better as well. Coaching others in the same situation has been my mission. I thought I had to be a missionary or go over to another county to get people to hear my message of hope, love, and peace but I have a mission here to help women find who they are through Gods eyes, and to realize their beauty and find love for themselves. My story, my journey, is not over or complete, but I will stand strong with others as long as I’m on this earth.

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Mommy am I beautiful

As a mother of 4 girls, I have come to see that each of them go through a season when they will not wear anything if it does not twirl, and if it sparkles, so much the better. Hours and hours of endless play, results from giving a little box with hats, scarves, necklaces, and clothes.
Once dressed, they will dance around the house or pose in front of the mirror. Their hearts wanting you to tell them they are beautiful. Sometimes they will look at you and ask with their eyes. Verbal or not they only want to hear that they are beautiful.

One of the things I’m learning as a mother of daughters is, how I must watch what I say. It’s so easy to be hard on myself, meaning that I unconsciously catch myself putting myself down and sloughing off positive comments. I thought that it was usually inside my head that I did most of my criticizing, and not something that my daughters would pick up on, but I think I was wrong. They see and hear the what and how I act. They mimic every word, every action they see me do.

The words that come out of your mouth don’t only affect you because of the lack of love you have for yourself. Your kids see that and start questioning there own worth and beauty.
The one desire I have for all 4 of my girls, is to learn to be healthy and love their body’s. I know from personal experience, that must be something they learn from their moms as they get older.

I remember when I was little, people would make fun of the way I dressed, the fact that I had to wear glasses and just my overall personality (I had a geeky personality). I look back and I’m proud of who God made me. It took years for me to believe in myself. It’s something that I’m still learning to do.

God made us in his image and if we think about all the beauty that God made, its near impossible to think that he would make us any different. The definition of beauty is:
having beauty; possessing qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting the senses or mind

That’s what God made us, perfect in his eyes. We must see and believe that so our daughters will follow our examples.

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