Things I Would Be Thankful to Have Less of:
–Cancer steals the life of the one with the diagnosis and rips away pieces of the lives of all those who love and care for them.
–Jeans Size, seriously if the junk in my trunk expands any further I’ll need my own zip code.
–Stuff, which at one point I thought I needed and then forgot why I needed it and now just stare at and wonder how it came to rest underfoot.
Things I Am Thankful to Have More of:
–Time with the one with cancer. We are months ahead of the curve, every day is a bonus
–Comfy Wool Socks in the frozen hinterlands where I live, obnoxious wool socks are the difference between a cranky night and cozy one.
–Faith is a precious commodity I ceded to bitterness and an attitude with God because things didn’t go my way (an understatement-they didn’t just go another way, they stomped on my heart and stole my life). Faith is nibbling at the crusty, hard baked shell around my spirit. Would like to have more of it.
Things I am Thankful to Have in Abundance:
–Laughter at and with my kids, they are so weird they make me feel normal.
–Friends who text when I can’t remember how to turn the phone on and who always ask me how I am because they truly want to know.
–You reading my blog. Of late I am learning harsh lessons on the value of time, sharing yours with me is a gift for which I will always be thankful.
What would you be thankful for less of, more of or have in abundance? I want to read what you write too.
Thanksgiving is officially over. Only half the leftovers remain and I have my eye on them for pocket pies. The eating frenzy has continued days past the actual holiday. Today, breakfast was “Grandmother Elkins Caramel Cake”. Lunch was chips and dip. Dinner was an amazing Thanksgiving strata (think everything on the plate smushed into layers and casseroled). Not good for my goal of eating less, not good at all.
I frequently turn to food as my drug of choice, this holiday I was like an alcoholic spending her days in a vat of Jack Daniels. I, shockingly, found no need to medicate. I was happy. I was full. I was satisfied.
Aside from aching joints and a second trimester belly, I remain disturbingly in good health despite my eating frenzies. I can be thankful that I still have a chance to right this ship and set her on a course for greener pastures and slimmer silhouettes.
At the blog, The Story Project, Ashley Beaudin, describes how she is building a better relationship with food. Check it out here: Food and I Have An Ugly Relationship
When I read the blog, for the third time, one line stood out in three-dimensional relief: “I am not going to starve and heart doesn’t need donuts and pop to survive.” I am still dubious on pop not being necessary. However, the two points remain powerful.
First, I am not going to starve. Even if all the food suddenly disappeared from my house today, I have enough reserves in my body to last a very, very long time.
Second, my heart doesn’t need junk to survive. It needs the divine embrace of grace. It needs to laugh and chase kids. It needs sleep. It needs to play and pray with friends. It does not need donuts.
It’s my relationship with food which is the problem. It’s my relationship to myself and the role food plays in it which is the real source of the challenges.
As the holidays continue to barrel towards me like an Accela train, I believe I will gift myself something. I’ll give myself the gift of loving myself more abundantly and praying more so that I can finally-eat less.
What gift will you give your heart this holiday season?
There will be no “Eat Less” related post this week. For obvious, yummy, chocolatey reasons. You can find me either bouncing off the ceiling from the sugar/caffeine/cocoa induced high or weeping in the corner from the self-loathing calorie counting low. Drive through please. Oh, and on your way please take some of this holiday goodness with you!