I Will, Gosh!

January 18th, 2016

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(photo courtesy reddit)

Everybody knows with age comes wisdom, right?

At my age, I should be a smartie! I know what’s good for me and I surely know what’s not. Still, I choose the wrong things.

This weekend I caught a glimpse of myself (nekked & in the mirror) and ended up with a bad case of the blues. I know you’re not supposed to hate your body – but, I believe some hating it helps us to make important decisions. Like, eating garbage and not exercising when we see chub where skinny tight skin used to be. That’s a smidgen of good hate, right? Otherwise, we’d stay on the upward fatty train until Dr. Oz offers his camera crew to come film us and all our filthy eating habits that landed us homebound and unable to get out of bed.

Maybe I’m over-reacting.

I ended up downstairs on my local area Facebook sell page petitioning anyone with an old TREADMILL laying around to buy. No one’s selling. So, I have to take matters into my own hands and get up off my saggy bum and MOVE IT!

I’m not going to lose any weight or spruce up my heart health by eating whatever I want and never exercising. I have to make better choices. Every wander into the kitchen that I catch myself doing mindlessly has to be done with better intention.

Did you know just cutting back on carbs can equal dropping significant amounts of weight? It can. Avoiding the white things most common in our diets can too; Salt, white flour, sugar, potatoes! Still, I turn to those foods way too often for not only comfort but for the ease of a quick meal as well. I QUIT!

I think it’s important to note that I’m not a piggy over-eater. I never have been. Women everywhere can probably relate. Husbands can pack it away while we watch them eat whatever and they stay thin while we turn into potato pancakes just for being nearby. It’s no fair but what can we do? We have all the hormones that make us women while they have these super metabolisms that burn up every Dorito and french fry! Lord, help us!

In heaven, I’ll be perfect.

Until then, I promise to make better choices. I WILL MAKE GOOD CHOICES! I WILL! GOSH!

My New Plan:

1) Cut back (not completely) on carbs
2) Eat more protein, veggies and superfoods
3) Move it, get up, stop sitting for long hours
4) Do stretches
5) Practice breathing (this is very important – you lose this ability the older you get)
6) Do TABATA Go HERE and read what it is.

Will you make good choices? Come on, join me!

A D H D – Ain’t Easy

January 13th, 2016

Did you know that people with ADHD are twice as likely to be divorced as people who don’t have ADHD? After 26 passionate, up & down, all over the map, full of wild idea years….I can understand why. It’s tough. It’s challenging. It’s a test of deep faith. ADHD can wear the strongest of people down, it can widdle a rock into dust and blast every emotion into smithereens. All in a single day.

ADHD ain’t no fairytale.

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BE WARNED: This post is brutal. It’s brutal to read and even more so to write.

The person I love most (sorry kids, it’s Dad), the one for me…my favorite human on this earth lives with ADHD. Day in and day out for his whole life he has lived with the challenges that are ADHD. For some, ADHD doesn’t harbor a complete debilitating hold on their lives. For others, ADHD rules every single detail and never lets up its power to destroy everything in its path. Not every person struggles with every symptom known to stem from ADHD. Some manage life and its obstacles with little recourse while others spend all their energy, emotion and finances constantly trying to stay above water. My guy? Has done both.

Growing up as a kid born in the 60’s ADHD was not a popular topic. It wasn’t well-known or understood (heck, is it now…really?). Teachers, parents and whoever else had encounters with “that” wiry unruly impulsive kid usually left it up to being a brat or terrible parenting. Many today still think that, don’t they (is that what you think?)? ADHD has nothing to do with being a spoiled brat or permissive parenting. ADHD is a real and common mental disorder of children and adults. It’s more prevalent in boys than it is in girls and it’s usually discovered in early childhood.

It’s important to note that not all children with ADD/ADHD are diagnosed or treated (like you didn’t know that). Many are just left to cope and deal with all the effects and struggles that come with being ADD/ADHD. Home issues, school troubles and for many eventually an adulthood of lost jobs, criminal behavior and overall hopelessness plague their life. Here being a giant sign that if you or someone you know MIGHT HAVE ADHD – don’t ignore it. Get busy diagnosing it and take the steps to manage it. It could mean everything!

My hubby didn’t take medication while growing up. I’ve heard stories of his behavior; shooting out all the Christmas lights, squirting orange juice in classmates eyes, throwing rocks at windshields….general bouncing off the walls, staying up all night reading and many more. The stories sound funny but as a mom, not really. The challenges of parenting a kid who cannot control himself does not appeal to a helicopter mom like me. I like order, I need obedience. That’s why I wasn’t my husband’s mother, I’m sure of it. He might not have survived my straight-laced nerves and propensity to make crap happen!

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Diet and a few other methods were how he lived to someday be my hubby. God bless you, Nana.

Living with a person who has ADHD isn’t a death sentence (well, you might feel like killing your ADHD spouse/child/friend sometimes) but, it can wreck a lot of happy moments and steal a great portion of your sanity. I can’t speak for anyone but me here….choosing to stay with someone who struggles with this disorder isn’t for the faint of heart. It takes determination and love and forgiveness and understanding and so much more than many of us are even equipped with. Why am I still married to my husband? Mainly, because God. God has helped me attain all those attributes that don’t come naturally to a flawed perfectionistic person like me — I have had my moments where I thought I couldn’t take one more thing. I’ve lost my cool and flipped my wig. I’ve said SHAPE UP OR SHIP OUT! I’ve cried tears of defeat. I’ve questioned my own sanity. I’ve prayed for a loving heart. I’ve given my failure to understand to God. I’ve walked away. I’ve closed off my emotions. I’ve felt lonely. I’ve been angry and resentful. I’ve felt unsure and unstable. I’ve convinced myself of his never changing (how can you just stop being ADHD?). I’ve wished he were someone else who behaved somehow different. I’ve wanted to leave, forever. I’ve given up on dreams. I’ve turned my head the other way. I’ve listened to excuses. I’ve heard lies knowing they were untruths. I’ve accepted his flaws. I’ve given him mercy. I’ve shown love when he deserved much less. I’ve given him my best years. I’ve been a good wife. I’ve honored all my vows. I’ve let him have his way. I’ve let him mess up his life and ours. I’ve let him have glory. I’ve let him have space. I’ve given him 3 kids who love him because I’ve honored him in front of them. I’ve blessed him when he didn’t want it or expect it. I’ve stuck beside him when someone else would’ve walked (RAN) away. I’ve trusted GOD to do a mighty work through him and I’ve believed that he was worthy of my love even if he wasn’t behaving or treating me accordingly.

I said, I DO (September 16th 1989) and I meant it. I DO, and I WILL til the day one of us dies.

That doesn’t mean it won’t be easy. That doesn’t mean that when he flies a brand new out-of-the-box $700 DRONE into a pond on a windy day I won’t feel the deep ache in the pit of my stomach (for him and for me). It doesn’t mean I won’t feel the stress of him locking his keys in his running jeep parked behind my car in the garage. I’ll still feel all the feels that go with the challenges of living with an ADHD man. I’ll still want to run screaming from the scene of an impulsive moment gone wrong. I’ll still want to hide out in my room when the only method of communication between us comes in the form of an argument.

I’ll still love him. He can’t help it.

ADHD doesn’t possess me the way satan wants it to. Satan wants to destroy my marriage. He wants to smash my finances to bits through the impulsive ways of my husband. He wants to see me miserable and unhappy. For so many families, satan is successful in ruining everything. When we have weeks like this past one, I’m reminded NOT TO TAKE MY EYES off the prize that God has for me through my marriage. I’m challenged to love him in spite of his weaknesses and I hope….if you or someone you love struggle with ADD/ADHD that you too are determined to live victoriously with it.

ADHD ain’t no joke!

For some great resources in dealing with ADD/ADHD.

What is ADD/ADHD? HERE

Common symptoms couples struggle with? HERE

Married to someone who isn’t convinced they have ADHD? HERE

Lord, you don’t make mistakes. Not in the makeup of your children or anywhere else. Your human creations are perfectly made in your image. Help me be the kind of wife who looks to you when the challenges of ADHD threaten to steal my peace, my joy, my love.
Amen

*I love you, babe!

5 Worth It (to me) Money Splurges

January 12th, 2016

I’m probably one of the thriftiest people I know. I hate wasting money! I do a pretty good job of setting goals for things I really want and I try very hard to live within my means. Which isn’t hard to do when your budget is scrimpy. However, there are some things…. I will spend my money on (if I have it).

GOOD SHOES
I do not have a closet full of Louboutin slinky high heels. Mostly because I DON’T need them. Truthfully, I don’t want them either. I do have real leather shoes and quality name-brand shoes that I swear by. My feet are precious little doggies and they deserve to be treated fairly (just like all the other dogs out there!).

NICE SHEETS
I know, I talk about good sheets a lot here. I mean what I say. Good sheets are worth the danged money! If you love sleep and can do it without slithering around on soft sheets – go for it. I will spend the money and slide into perfect comfort every night. Bedtime is a highlight in my world. Oh, and I have THE BEST BED TOO. Who buys crappy beds? Who are you people?

HAIRDRESSER
I spent many years doing my own hair. I was “that” frugal and it worked for that time in my life. I’m over it now and I wouldn’t bother trying to do my own hair again for anything! I’m a big girl now with wisdom that can only come from years of experience. My experience tells me to trust someone else enough to pay them money (even if it’s a little costly) to do my hair. I’ve been so much happier since handing over the Clairol coloring bottle.

MAKEUP
I dilly dally in all sorts of makeup brands, except for a few pieces. I do not fool around with foundation or moisturizers. I buy what I know works and the two I love most cost half a hundy each! That’s not so bad, really. I’ve used cheaper stuff when in a pinch but nothing compares to the good stuff. I can tell a difference in products … I like the finer things, okay?

BIG COMFY VEHICLES
I don’t care if it’s economical, I like big wheels. I feel safe in bigger heavier cars/SUVs. I like all the extra room, the ease of carrying more than 4-5 passengers and the space to drag home big items that I find out and about. I prefer 4WD because…..Indiana?! Also, vacations are so much more fun in a big rig than they are crammed in a little scrawny put-put car.

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(Sorry about that, Kids)

I know my list really isn’t extravagant. There are many other indulgences that a girl could waste her money on. These are just the ones that I stand by and declare that I will save in other areas to have what I want in these 5!

What are your splurges? What will you spend the extra money to buy because it’s your favorite?

Oops! I forgot I have one more item that I will always splurge for – purses!
Real leather, high quality purses! I may have a tender weak spot here. Cheap purses are not my thing. Call me snobby, I don’t care.

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Look. See? This little puppy looks perfect!

How To Make People Like You for DUMMIES

January 8th, 2016

I woke up this morning thinking about a time my hubby and I visited a couple in their 60’s who were members of our little country church. We hadn’t been there (pastoring this church) very long and we were young with 3 little kids….so, we still had a lot to learn about loving people right where they were.

The visit was so awkward. The lady had just had a series of surgeries to remove all her teeth in order to prepare for a special bridge. She was long into her recuperation but we were there to show love and encouragement for the seriousness of her situation. I mean, all your teeth? Surgically removed? Ouch!

The small talk was almost painful. I tried everything to be pleasant and even likable. Afterall, isn’t that what ministry families are supposed to be? Likable? The interaction wasn’t hostile but it certainly wasn’t warm and fuzzy either. I remember thinking in my head, “I have to do something to make these people like us!”

I can’t tell you how stressed I felt by the time I got in the car to leave. Why did I do that to myself? Why did I feel like I had to make this couple like me? Insecurity? Maybe. Everyone wants to be liked, right? Sure they do. For me, ministry was more than just a job. It was who we were and I didn’t want to be a fake or a failure.

That visit was a long time ago (maybe 16 years or so) but I can still feel the pressure of the moment as if it were yesterday. I can still hear the odd silence in the room and the fumbling conversation. It was that painful. What I’ve learned in 16+ years is that I CAN’T FORCE OR MAKE ANYONE LIKE ME and neither can you.

People are either going to love you (or me) or hate you (or me). We don’t get to choose.

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No one, not me…not you can decide what someone else feels in their heart and mind.

So, to my younger me:

Stop conforming to something that you feel other people want in you. Be yourself. You’re really awesome just the way you are! Love and laugh the way you want and be the silly person you are. Stop holding back because you think people expect you to behave a certain way. You are marvelous!

You’re going to be so much happier now.

Love, your older me.

When you feel tempted to be something you’re not in order to make someone you don’t really need to impress like you, DON’T! You’re never going to feel right about it and you’re never going to convince them to dig you. Be yourself. You’re a rockstar just as you are!

Binge Worthy

January 7th, 2016

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It’s no secret, I love being home!  Matter of fact, I plan my whole day around comfy clothes and “home-like” activities. 

Over the Christmas break, I spent endless hours BINGING!  Netflix was my drug of choice.  I should come clean while I’m admitting to wasting days away watching TV that I spent a lot of time eating more than the skinny law allows too.

I was completely out of control!

I feel as though I accomplished some big brain numbing entertainment goals for 2015.  So, win!  And, since I really don’t sit around binging on Netflix normally….. I feel it was all worth it!

The problem now is that I’m on a binge low.  Like a druggie who’s out of their fix, I’m obsessed with finding my next big show!   I’m not even able to watch plain old TV without feeling BORED!  Nothing seems to satisfy me.  I’m sick.

Perhaps, watching 2 seasons of Fargo and all of The Making of a Murderer episodes did it.  I still feel the high just talking about them.

Riveting,  Y’ALL!   Seriously!

All I can do now….is wait for Sunday nights when Downtown Abbey comes on to feel all my bingey feels for the week.

Help me, I’m bored.

What’s your TV binge kryptonite?   Do share!

Queen Life

January 6th, 2016

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Queen Margeurite de Valois, her brother Francois and husband Henry King of Navarre

I’ve  been consumed by the feuding royal family of France during the 1500’s.  If you’ve ever read historical mumbo-jumbo (such as that)…..then you might understand the complicated story line I’ve burdened myself with.  These aristocratic…. detached French and Italian heirs of the throne prove to be serious changers of Religion and more in Renaissance France.

I LOVE IT!

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The worst part is that I’ve been too busy to sit down and finish it.  I’ve picked it up, read several chapters…..then, set it down to live life and repeated the process for a month.

Perhaps, the busy holidays are not the ideal months to read such deep, juicy, sordid historical nonsense.

Listen, mothers and daughters quarrel but these people?   They are ruthless!  I’m no perfect mama, I confess.  But, I’ll never understand the disconnect royal families live with as normal and acceptable behavior.

I’m almost finished and when I slam this joker closed….. I plan to write my 2 beautiful daughter’s a letter full of my undying love and admiration.

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Queen mother, Catherine di Medici

If you don’t get along with family, chances are….they won’t kill you.   Count your blessings that you’re just a normal everyday citizen,  friends.