Been having some self conscious/ identity/ muffin top/ ripped out pants/ need to work out self consciousness. One thing I struggle with daily and pretty much my whole life is weight. It's constantly on my mind. Definitely and Idol in my life I would love to kick to the Ole curb but it's a lot harder than that. I find myself praying almost daily to just be content. Be content no matter what... it could be worse. I'm married and someone loves me no matter what give or take 10 or 5 pounds.
It's starting to take over everything. I do work out and I try... I don't sit on my bottom and eat Twinkies all day... I don't even like them so ya. More like overdose of wheat thins and salsa which is healthy in small doses not half a box in one sitting doses.
I love painting my nails. Most of the time the color is the way I'm feeling. Red is always romantic and I LOVE to wear when I'm going out with Jono. Blue is usually winter after Christmas when I'm ready for Spring. Green is when I'm feeling inspired and need a little kick of my heels. Purple is content I'm feeling good and on track. Gray is just gray boring and in need of some inspiration. Coral is my summer love when I got a good tan and usually bumming at the lake.
I found while I was painting my nails... I love my hands. I think I have beautiful hands. I've always kind of loved them and thought they were petite and pretty. Which right now is about the only petite thing on my body. I decided that each day I find myself not being content I'm going to paint my nails and look at my hands because I love them. I'm so thankful God made me hands... because it could be worse I could not have them at all.
Without hands I wouldn't be able to of... written Jono hundreds of love letters while he was gone, BLOG, hold my sweet baby girl for the very first time, hold my moms hand when I need her the most, pick myself up when I've Fallen, wipe Brinn's tears when she needs her Momma, Hold Jono's hand on late night walks, throw my hand out the window in the summer, play Tea Party with Brinn, plant my garden, and cook meals for my wonderful little family.
So the moral to the story is being content no matter what the circumstance. That's exactly what I'm going to do. I love my hands and they are b-ea-utiful so watch out.
Can you guess what Color I did?????
That's for me to know... I'm getting there someday I know God will bless me and I will be Content might take me twenty years to get there or it might be tomorrow... His Plan not mine!
Contentment is definitely something that's learned and takes practice. If you haven't read it, I'd highly recommend the book One Thousand Gifts. It helped me (and lots of other women I know) in this area a ton!
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