Perspective; \pər-ˈspek-tiv\; noun : the capacity to view things in their true relations or relative importance.
This past weekend, I made a Home Depot run with the Rhodes family to get some stuff to repair the back fence; they also got some fertilizer and some mulch. While we were loading that stuff into the car, I looked to see how much the bags weighed. The fertilizer was a 30lb bag, all I could imagine as I heaved the bag up was that was 3lbs shy of where I am now. I was out of breath and my heart was racing after we were done loading and unloading that stuff... just a few months ago, my body was carrying that extra weight. So sad the constant strain that I put on my body every day with my extra weight.
Also this past weekend, I was preparing the brisket (~12lb) that I ended up taking over to Jodie's house on Saturday. Before I could even start cooking it, I had to cut all the excess fat off. When I took the beef out of the wrapper I saw that the under side of it had a thick layer of fat, it was nasty, so I cut and cut and cut until I couldn't cut anymore. I looked over at the grocery sack filled with this cut fat all I could think of is that is on my ass. That ~3lbs of fat takes up about 1/3 of a kroger bag. And how I've lost 9 times that amount--it is gross.
Last night, when Lan was over watching his dad and his papaw fix my fence, he would run by me and I would swoop him up and give him a razzy and then let him go again. We did this 3 or 4 times & each time he'd laugh louder and I would just hug him harder. The last time he was running towards me and I thought about how I have 'lost a Landon' in weight. I've lost the equivalent to that cute giggle, smelly piggies, bryan-resembling, bat-man loving kid. And that is incredible to me.
Yesterday I was called a liar, a bad person, someone who God will take care (and not in a nice way) and who is going straight to hell. And even though I know this guy is a little off center, you can't help but to take a mental inventory of your life and see if you really are this horrible person. I guess from his perspective I am. But I hope from the perspective of those I'm closest to that i'm not that person.
So, I guess life is all about perspective. I just hope I keep my perspective positive and don't let numbers on a scale or guilt after eating a cookie or crazy men that park their cars next to a fence during a hurricane get to me. Stay on task Nicole!
This past weekend, I made a Home Depot run with the Rhodes family to get some stuff to repair the back fence; they also got some fertilizer and some mulch. While we were loading that stuff into the car, I looked to see how much the bags weighed. The fertilizer was a 30lb bag, all I could imagine as I heaved the bag up was that was 3lbs shy of where I am now. I was out of breath and my heart was racing after we were done loading and unloading that stuff... just a few months ago, my body was carrying that extra weight. So sad the constant strain that I put on my body every day with my extra weight.
Also this past weekend, I was preparing the brisket (~12lb) that I ended up taking over to Jodie's house on Saturday. Before I could even start cooking it, I had to cut all the excess fat off. When I took the beef out of the wrapper I saw that the under side of it had a thick layer of fat, it was nasty, so I cut and cut and cut until I couldn't cut anymore. I looked over at the grocery sack filled with this cut fat all I could think of is that is on my ass. That ~3lbs of fat takes up about 1/3 of a kroger bag. And how I've lost 9 times that amount--it is gross.
Last night, when Lan was over watching his dad and his papaw fix my fence, he would run by me and I would swoop him up and give him a razzy and then let him go again. We did this 3 or 4 times & each time he'd laugh louder and I would just hug him harder. The last time he was running towards me and I thought about how I have 'lost a Landon' in weight. I've lost the equivalent to that cute giggle, smelly piggies, bryan-resembling, bat-man loving kid. And that is incredible to me.
Yesterday I was called a liar, a bad person, someone who God will take care (and not in a nice way) and who is going straight to hell. And even though I know this guy is a little off center, you can't help but to take a mental inventory of your life and see if you really are this horrible person. I guess from his perspective I am. But I hope from the perspective of those I'm closest to that i'm not that person.
So, I guess life is all about perspective. I just hope I keep my perspective positive and don't let numbers on a scale or guilt after eating a cookie or crazy men that park their cars next to a fence during a hurricane get to me. Stay on task Nicole!
October 7, 2008 at 6:53 PM
Isn't it crazy to see how much things weigh and think think of it in terms of yourself. I know the lb of fat plastic things Max has used to get me all the time. It is HUGE and it is just 1.
October 8, 2008 at 2:31 PM
OMG....first, we are all so proud of the lifestyle change you have made regarding your health, you are an inspiration! Second, you are SO NOT THAT PERSON. You are one of the most generous friends I know. You are always there to help us....we love you.