Dieting.

Dieting.

There is so much I could say about this subject, but honestly we all know what dieting is:

  1. Watching someone in the grocery store strut around carrying cheesecake while you resist temptation yourself and secretly pretend the vegetables in your cart are more exciting foods. (Portobello mushrooms = ugly cookies)
  2. Weighing and then moving your scale around to various places in your house to see if you weigh less there.
  3. Literally trying to weigh less.

Okay, okay. I get that dieting is also a “health thing” and I should call it a “lifestyle change” and that is all totally fine and good but I also have a closet full of cute clothes I want to get back into. Clothes that require me to (sigh) exist as a smaller version of my current self.

A strict diet is kind of like an adult “time out” where you have to go in the corner and “think about what you’ve done” or in this case, what you ate. This has a few different effects on me… giving up the foods that give me joy not only sends me barreling through all five stages of grieving in the impressively quick course of a few minutes, it also makes me nostalgic.

Not only does it make me ponder my choices, but suddenly being deprived of the caloric and deliciously unhealthy sustenance I crave, I begin thinking of food that I haven’t cared about in years, or have maybe have never cared about. Memories flood my anguished taste buds.

When I was little, maybe about 10, I used to go to this flea market on Saturdays with my mom. There was a vendor there who made these little miniature donuts. They weren’t donut holes (this is a very important distinction to make…) just small versions of a regular donut. At any rate, they were delicious and objective proof that good things come in small packages. I haven’t thought about these things in years and the day I start dieting I find myself immediately missing these little mini donuts. I already have enough trouble dealing with not being able to eat regular donuts that I pass in my adult life, but now being haunted by childhood donuts is just unbearable.

Maybe it’s not even the food I’m ultimately missing. Maybe it’s just a simpler world. A simpler time when I could actually eat a mini donut and not have to worry about the fact that I was actually EATING A MINI DONUT. Oh, to have the faith and dietary freedom of a child.

But those flea market mini donuts were really good though, weren’t they?

B

Pilates and God’s Strength

Today I officially rerererererestarted my pilates routine and let me tell you – sometimes one does not realize that Christ truly is your strength until you restart a pilates routine after months of relative sedentariness. I’ve never prayed for my abs more in my life.

I’m happy to report that I survived (in case you thought I was writing you from the Other Side) and am actually feeling really good. I know it’s better to finish than to start, but starting is important too. And it’s nice. In other news, don’t judge me for starting a resolution in February instead of January. I have my reasons.

I know it’s already February but hopefully y’all haven’t given up on your 2018 resolutions yet! I BELIEVE IN YOU. I at least believe y’all can make it until March.

At any rate, whatever it is you’re doing, starting, or just getting into at the crux of 2018, remember that you got this (until March at least…)

KIDDING! I kid. You can totally do it. God says to commit your ways to Him and He will guide your paths.

We can make our own plans, but the Lord gives the right answer.
People may be pure in their own eyes, but the Lord examines their motives.
Commit your actions to the Lord and your plans will succeed.
Proverbs 16:1-3

If you are doing something with a pure heart God will bless your efforts and guide you.

God’s love is completely unstoppable. His plans for you are unstoppable. The combination of prayer and determination is absolutely unbeatable and our God is always able. He will open doors for you that no one else can! Whatever you’re doing, do it for God and it will be awesome.

Now I just have to remind myself of this tomorrow when my abs are sore.

Brittany

The Return

Hi, guys!!

It’s nice to be back on the blog again. I took a little bit of a hiatus (almost 2 years, if you’re insistent on being technical…) and as you can imagine, a lot of life happened in that time. Coffee was consumed. Adventures were had. Two or three full seasons of Real Housewives were watched.

While I was “hiating,” however, I thought a lot about this blog and about writing in general. The truth is, I’ve missed this.

I was checking the mail the other day and on my journey to the mailbox a thought struck me… I’d forgotten to get groceries and would have to figure out how to make dinner with what I had: lemons and rice.

And then another thought. Is lemon rice a thing? And then, naturally, why am I not blogging?

And here, folks, I am. Blogging again.

This time around I’d like to do things a teensy bit differently. I’m still here to uplift you and inspire you, but I also want to be more personal. In between posts written to inspire, I’ll talk about life and my response to it. Should be fun!

Til next time,

Brittany