I was reading this post from The Polished Pickle the other day, and I was so impressed and proud of Megan and her family's desire to not shop for food on a Sunday. It just struck a chord in me.
And I realized...how much I use Sunday as an "Extra Saturday." After church...I grocery shop. I clean. I catch up on laundry. And by around 8pm, I am in the middle of a full-on-panic attack as I can feel the last few minutes of my weekend slipping away. It is not pretty.
And it is not Holy. Quite the opposite, actually.
So, last Sunday, I was bound & determined to Keep it Holy. We grocery shopped on Friday night after a Mexican Food Feast. Tim noted that it is such a good idea to go shopping on a full stomach. I think it is the FIRST time I have ever shopped with him that HE hasn't added about 10 extra things to the cart.
I'm really good about not doing that, you guys. Seriously. There's a trophy on the mantle.
So. There you have it. I did finish up some extra lesson plans and switched one load of laundry (before church).
But that's it. Truth be told, the house is kind of a wreck. Truth be told, the house is often a wreck. There's a bike in our living room, for Pete's Sake. More on that later.
It just... is what it is, I guess. But I didn't touch any of it, and I trust in The Lord to Bless it.
If you haven't tried REALLY resting on The Sabbath, you should. I'm hoping it's a habit that sticks.
So...literally, by the grace of God, I found this post from exactly one year ago. I had completely forgotten about the timing until I found an email which lead to the blog which led to the date of the blog, etc.
No matter how stale the wafer, I will sink my teeth right into it.
And the second thing you should probably know about me is that I have weird things going on with my weight. Not so much the physical aspect of it...like most Important Things in life, my weight is more about my head than it is about my body.
You see, we all want to pretend we are Easygoing. Flexible. At Peace. We believe this about ourselves in the same way everyone thinks they can make a good grilled cheese sandwich or that they have one pair of shoes that "absolutely matches everything." Well, guess what. You can't. And they don't.
Ok. I'm kidding.
With that being said, I like to check all the boxes. Laid back- down to earth- spontaneous.
But the truth is...give me an agenda, and I will plan and organize the heck out of it.
Eating and Calories included.
So. Sometimes, I live in the extremes. I'm either a calorie-counting maniac or I'm a Cadbury Egg Eating Hippie.
For fear of getting too maniacal...I wave my hand and think, "what harm will it do?"
So. There's that.
I think that's why the idea of daughters makes me so nervous. I feel as if there are so many untamed rivers in my own heart these days. I don't know how I will manage to help a baby navigate her own. In time. Maybe.
I was in the middle of a something (?) with a boy I knew from church. His presence made me incredibly anxious, and thinking back, that should have been (you know), one of those red flags everyone always talks about.
But I remember watching him on the sidewalk in his fancy red car and his shirt and tie and he just seemed like The Kind of Boy You Come Home To, and that was all I could see after that.
I was in the middle of a weight loss competition at work and it all seemed So Important at the time.
I can remember being at work, on the same day as our date- and not really having any interest in eating.
And I have to remember that -in the long run- we're all just waiting to be rescued anyway.
Thank you, Jesus.
* I don't ever want it to come across as if I'm blaming this particular person on my own disordered eating. I want, so badly, to believe that he is a sweet person with good intentions. I think we were just both in the wrong place at the wrong time. Surely. You know what I mean.
** Mothers of the world (particularly mine). Do not be alarmed. I am not Wasting Away. While the scale is not always my friend, I'm happy to say, this is the most regular exercise regime I've had in years (starting last April). I feel...okay. Which is not as good as "great" but is certainly better than "crummy" and Lord knows I've been there before.
So...cartwheels down the hallway.
And yes. Our favorite Chinese Buffet has a chocolate fountain. Thanks for asking.