“It is always worth it”
I have recently been on a weight loss journey which to me seems to be an extremely difficult road. Self control when it comes to food is as tough to moderate as anything I have had to control before. Food is my addiction but, with the help of Weight Watchers I am managing. to rid myself of the impulsive eating and regaining a hold on my health. I have lost 40 pounds and am working out for no less than 45 minutes for four or more days a week. At times, I say to myself, “This is too hard” , “I feel Cheated” or “is it all worth it?”
WAKE UP CALL!
What a pathetic whiner! Yes it is difficult because I have been spoiling, coddling, indulging myself and nurturing my Psyche with food for the last 10 years. All thinks Sweet, Creamy and filled with Fat. I have moaned when I had to walk up a flight of stairs. Now I can run a treadmill at my homes 10,000 foot elevation for an hour and barely break a sweat. Yes, It did not kill me. It made me stronger. but, I do believe we are only tempered by the degree of the trials that are put in front of us.
What a pathetic whiner! Yes it is difficult because I have been spoiling, coddling, indulging myself and nurturing my Psyche with food for the last 10 years. All thinks Sweet, Creamy and filled with Fat. I have moaned when I had to walk up a flight of stairs. Now I can run a treadmill at my homes 10,000 foot elevation for an hour and barely break a sweat. Yes, It did not kill me. It made me stronger. but, I do believe we are only tempered by the degree of the trials that are put in front of us.
“This is too hard”
This is a phrase that I never heard from my sister when she was fighting Breast Cancer. She accepted that the stage 4 non hormonal
cancer might not be curable. The Doctors
insisted she was in denial but she told me that if she fought as hard as it was
possible and lost the fight she could go in peace knowing it was her time to
join our Grandmother. She also believed
that her fight might inspire her family to do the same if they ever got
sick. The last year of her life was a
lesson in strength. There is truth in
the phrase” God only gives you that which you can handle” When it was her time to go she called me and as easily as saying “want to have a cup of
coffee?” she told me she was checking into the hospice and that I would not be
speaking to her again as she was going to die.
I hardly believed her but she was clear and firm in her tone so there was no argument. Her last request was directed at me when she
asked me “Do not come to my service if I die.
I am asking you as earnestly as I can right now. I need you to promise me you will not make
the (4 hours at that time) trip. I saw
you a few weeks ago and you and I said our goodbyes. Please remember me that way” I was pregnant and had a history of
miscarriages and know that she was only concerned about my health. She
had informed her husband before going into the hospice that I was losing my
baby and that she would be there to meet her in heaven. I miscarried my baby the next morning 1 hour
before DeNece died. She walked out of
this world on her terms.
“I feel Cheated”
I want Ice Cream or that Rib Eye steak. I cannot have it I used to get a bit
depressed. Until I spoke with a very
dear friends son who is an ex soldier and vet.
I have a friend whose son completed 4 tours in Afghanistan
and Iraq. During that time he saw his
entire platoon blown up by a land mine only to return to duty a few months
later with only minor injuries. He was then caught in fire and brought out of danger, a wounded friend. When he was finally released, I saw him a
month later. I was greeted with a smile
and a huge hug. I asked him how he could
be doing so well with what he had been though.
He stated “I have lost those I served with and I have seen some of the
ugliest in mankind. My heart is a mansion
and this is only one room. The door will
remain open so I can look upon it from
time to time and realize how blessed I truly am. I have a beautiful life, I am healthy and
surrounded by light and love and my life has unlimited possibilities. I can now see clearly that I am capable of
doing anything I ever want to. I refuse
to lock myself in that room with the horror and become a part of it.
It served it’s purpose and I am stronger and blessed because of this
chapter that is a part of who I am but will not define me.”
“Is it all worth it?”
My Grandfather once told me there are many things I would
have liked to do different if I could go back in time but as that is not
possible. My one piece of advice would
be to remember It is always worth
it.
My friend just underwent her 3rd and 4th
Neck surgery. She will be much healthier
when she is healed. I think she would
say it is worth it.
Our family friend Adrianne is fighting Stage 4 Cancer that
has spread to her iver. She keeps
fighting for her life and her children.
They are worth her effort. It is
worth it.My heart has been broken by the death of a man I deeply loved, I have had two failed pregnancies, one with a set of twins that the eggs were donated by my sister and one from a pregnancy immediately after my first pregnancy misscarried (Lost the same day as my Sister). These losses tore at my heart as did the two failed attempts at Invito-Fertilization and a year of work on adoption paperwork. I have learned from the love and these losses. But I now have a beautiful child, thanks to the kindness and extreme generosity of his birth Mother being willing to carry this child for me. With the renewed strength of my soul, I am re-gaining my health, youth and spiritual connection. Joy is flooding back into my life and I can only thnk the process of life for tempering me. It is always worth it.