This year I...
-finished my first year of graduate school.
-lost some weight.
-attended 4 weddings.
-attended 4 funerals.
-got a new nephew.
-got a new car.
-got a little older, and hopefully a little wiser.
So much happens in one year. This last year seemed to last forever.
Happy New Year!
Have you ever broken a treehouse ladder?
So have you? Ever broken a treehouse ladder? I have. Stepping down backwards with all of my friends waiting for me at the bottom. The fall happened, my friends tried to console me. A thin person wouldn't have needed consoling, because it could have been said that it was just a really old ladder. But since I weighed in the upper 200's, comfort was needed. I played it off like I was fine, and made an excuse to go into the cabin for a minute. I called my brother on the phone, he is also overweight. I needed to talk to someone who would know exactly how I felt. I told him what happened, and then we laughed together. I needed to laugh about it.
My siblings and I have always been able to share stuff like that with each other. We've always been overweight together. When my sister and I were little, we had a mean cousin who referred to us as "Tubbo" and "Fat Tubbo". It was never that hard to be fat because we always had each other. In fact, most of the people in my family were overweight. We're Swedish. We get together and eat. Food is entertainment.
I miss this. I feel like I don't fit into this anymore. I can't talk about being fat with my siblings anymore. We can't call each other "Fat ass" anymore as a harmless joke (my family is weird). If I said this, I think it would hurt.
I feel like I don't really know how to deal with my weight loss. I always despised the people who spent a lot of time at the gym. Also, the dance team, cheerleaders, and all of the "bethel" girls, it seemed like they were a dime a dozen. Pretty and popular. Bubbly and optimistic, and BARF! The girls who all of the boys seemed to chase after. Though I will never be a cheerleader, and popularity doesn't seem like such a commodity these days...I am becoming more bubbly and optimistic. With losing 100 lbs. I have started feeling better about myself. I am proud of the progress I have made. I want to tell people all about it!
But with telling people about my success, I remember the way I felt 100 lbs. ago, whenever someone was thin(ner) and talking about the gym and losing weight. I resented those people. They made me feel inadequate.
I feel like my family and friends have started to feel inadequate when they see me, and when I talk about my weight loss. I feel guilty when I mention it.
The other day I introduced myself to some guys at church. One of the first sentences out of my mouth was, "I didn't know if you would recognize me, I've lost 70 lbs. since the last time you've seen me." Though what I said was genuine, I felt like what I was saying could be perceived as bragging. While the conversation continued to cover weight loss, working out, and eating healthy, I was thinking to myself, "Ugh! Shut up April, you sound like such an A-HOLE!" And I did it again today! I found myself giving weight loss advice to someone who wasn't even asking! Who is this girl? Why would I think it was okay to give advice when I feel like I am hanging onto this new lifestyle by my fingernails? I'm so scared that I'm going to wake a year from now and weight 290 lbs.!
The last thing I would want to do is make anyone feel inadequate. To make someone feel like they haven't met their goals. I think the only thing for me to do is accept the compliments when they come, but put a lid on it otherwise. I didn't lose weight because I was super unhappy being fat. I didn't feel negatively about fat people. I had actually come to accept myself. The deciding factor for me was that I wanted to have children someday, and that wasn't going to happen for several reasons due to my weight. And also, I didn't want to die young. My grandmother died when she was 61 from diabetes relating to obesity, and my mom has diabetes as well. I was 25 and pre-diabetic. This is why I decided to do what I did.
I don't want my family and friends to see me differently. As someone they have to make excuses to when they're eating, or why they haven't gone to the gym lately. I love them for who they are. I don't judge them. However, I would like them around just as long I as me :) (who wants to be the old lonely sister?).
I think that I will always be a fat girl at heart. I dream of chicken fried rice, and chocolate chip pancakes. Spaghetti with meatballs, and chocolate milk shakes. These are things of the past. However, I still take the elevator when nobody is looking. And I had about 6 pieces of Uncle Vernon's fudge at Christmas. It was SO good!
Captivating
I am in the process of reading the book Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge. I bought it a few years ago, and tried to read it...but life got the best of me, and I put it down. A few weeks ago I decided to brush off the dust, and give it another try. And it has been completely inspiring. Here's what I've learned:
God wants to be our Romancer, and our Lover. When I read this...initially I was uncomfortable. In our society, the term lover is mostly referred to in a sexual context. It took me a little while to get past this. This doesn't seem what God intended. I began to think of other things that a romancer or a lover would do. How much of a person's heart is devoted to the person they are in love with. And it has changed me. For the first time in my life, I put Jesus in the position as someone who I have been longing for. Don't get me wrong, I have seen God as my Father for my entire life. But seeing Him as a Romancer is something new to me. I began to think of what it would feel like to have Jesus put his arm around me while I sleep, or hold my hand while we walk down the street, or write me love letters. Things that I always imagined a man doing. And with these thoughts I began to cry. How tremendous would it be to arm in arm with the Lord? I keep imagining scenes where I will meet Jesus face-to-face for the first time, and in every one, I fall to my knees and sob at his feet...blubbering phrases like, "I'm so glad you're here" and "I've been waiting so long." I desperately want to meet Him. I get tears in my eyes whenever I think of this. To think that it may be eighty years from now, seems like far too long. But we must wait I guess. I've got more seeds to plant.
I think from now on (or until I need to be reminded AGAIN) whenever God presents a little bit of romance (a warm breeze, star filled skies, bright winter days) I will take a moment, and say a little "THANK YOU" to the Man after my own heart!
"You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart." Jeremiah 29:13