Monthly Archives: May 2013

Tripp and Tyler…”Godz Bodz”

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Oh friends, we need a laugh today. If you haven’t heard of Tripp and Tyler…well, they’re just too stinkin’ funny. They’re a wee bit sarcastic, and this episode is called “Godz Bodz”.

Enjoy!
kristi

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God-shaped Hole

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“And the peace of God, which surpasses every thought, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:7 (HCSB)

I’ve gotta tell ya, someone asked me the other day why I was doing this. You could tell she was interested, but seemed….embarrassed for me. (She doesn’t know me very well.)

Some of you may be asking the same.
In a nutshell, here’s why: There’s more to me than just this.
But this is the pit I’m in right now, and before I can move on to other things, the Lord is requiring me to deal with this.

Here’s the best part: I used to only apply the verse “peace that passes all understanding” to people who are in dire, complicated situations. But I read it again this morning, and I think it applies here.

See, I’ve exposed this to light. And when you expose the deep dark places, satan has no authority in it anymore. What was once a gripping, swirling, torturous place is calm and peaceful. Seriously, I’m really not joking here.

I am not struggling with overeating or not wanting to exercise. It used to consume me. I would vacillate between self-righteousness and self-loathing. And when I read that verse, it kinda smacked me upside the head…this peace within me is from the Lord, because I have set this before Him…and an overflow of peace is guarding my heart and mind during this process.

And as crazy as you think it sounds, I’m dead serious. I tried explaining it to John last night, but I’m not sure words can express the freedom I’ve found here. The best analogy I can give you is that there is a God-shaped hole in me, and I’ve quit trying to fill it with food. When I asked the Lord to come into this place WITH ME, He came with His mighty strength, and
an abundance of peace and clarity.

Blessings to you today, sweet friend.
kris

“I spread out my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you like a parched land.” (Psalm 143:6)

Day 10 (yesterday): walked 2 miles with kids at Walking Wednesday
Day 11: walked Lucy 2 miles. Did 30 pushups, 30 sit-ups, and 30 chair-squats.

Join me on this journey?
MyFitnessPal – kristiglowe

Rocky Balboa

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Fair warning, I’m about to step on some toes. I hope we can still be friends. Promise me you’ll read to the end. I think I can prove the claim I’d like to propose.

Diets don’t work.
(There, I’ve said it.)

The following is a list of “diets” I’ve tried (at least once). I lost weight with some of them, gained it all back with all of them. Some of them you may have heard of. Some may be unfamiliar. I’m not against them (except one that I question the real motives), but the point is, not one of them helped me achieve lasting weight loss.

Weight watchers.
Adkins.
Weigh Down Workshop.
Cabbage Soup Diet. (oh man that one was horrid)
Metabolic Research Center.
South Beach.
Paleo.
Advocare 24-day challenge.

I don’t think this is the entirety of the list, but I think you get the jist. I have, at one point or another, been actively following each of these plans. In the case of Weight Watchers, it’s more like 5 times (I secretly just wanna rock some hot pants like Jennifer Hudson). Grin.

{{Sidebar: The way I write tends to be a bit quirky…I write snippets, and save them as a draft, some become posts, some don’t. I wrote the above snippet last week, but didn’t finish it. This weekend, I had a nasty case of Vertigo. (For those unfamiliar with it, think roller coaster ride that doesn’t stop) I’ve never been so dizzy in my life. There were points where things that were totally stable looked like they were moving. It was a nightmare. I am much better today (thanks to some wonderful friends who knew how to get my inner ear back in balance!), still feeling a bit weak, but I think I’m going to be fine. I pray I don’t ever have to do that again, and you don’t either!}}

Ok, back to my point about the snippet I wrote – all those diets, plans, tricks, formulas – it was like a mental case of vertigo – they had me so dizzy I couldn’t think straight. I felt for years like I was spinning from one diet plan to the other. I would follow a plan for a couple of weeks, lose interest and quit. Then I’d get mad at myself again when something didn’t fit anymore, pick another plan, and “THIS TIME”, I’d stick with it. Only I wouldn’t.

I remember complaining about it to John a few months ago, and I told him how mad I was at myself (again). For the record, he is not one to get involved in the “Do these jeans make my butt look big?” trap discussion. (He’s such a brilliant man) But that day, as I was lamenting, he gently said, “It isn’t what you do about it when you’re mad. It’s what you decide to do when you aren’t feeling mad anymore.”

He was so right. I was allowing feelings to determine my course and emotion rule the moment. See, when I was mad, I was the best dieter in the world. I was on fire, like Sylvester Stallone in Rocky, running up the stairs, punching the world in the face. BOOM. Take that saddle bags!

But then I would wake up one morning, and suddenly, I wasn’t quite so mad. I wasn’t “feeling it.” So I’d skip the Rocky workout. I’d justify a few decisions, make a few compromises, and then before I knew it, I was back in my old habits, and that particular diet was a thing of the past. Until a shirt was too tight and then I’d start the cycle all over again.

VERTIGO.
spinning….
dizzy.

There has to come a point where we settle the matter, once and for all.
Diets, in and of themselves, do not work.

The only thing that will change your body and life is the decision that you will care for your body (no matter the plan you choose), and love yourself (no matter what a scale says). We have got to get off the lose-gain-lose-gain-lose-gain roller coaster. We need a shift in thinking – from “I have to do this so my body looks good” to “I want to take care of myself”.

Somehow two weeks ago, when I first posted about this, the light switch went on…it was a shift from the dizzying-mania of diet-jumping to stable, steady, consistent choices that benefit my body. By the grace of God, I got off the roller coaster. And just to give you some much needed grace, some of us have been riding the roller coaster for so long that when we get off, we’re gonna be a bit weak in the legs, still shaky. Don’t be afraid to ask the Lord for some courage and clarity here. He so graciously gives it. You are valuable and loved by God – adored, cherished, smiled upon, because of who you are IN HIM. He hates seeing you struggle. So take it to Him. Let Him love on you through this.

If you can, where you are, read this passage outloud. It has nourished me at this place I’m in. May you be blessed by it also.

Psalm 40
1 I waited patiently for the Lord,
and He turned to me and heard my cry for help.
2 He brought me up from a desolate[a] pit,
out of the muddy clay,
and set my feet on a rock,
making my steps secure.
3 He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the Lord.

4 How happy is the man
who has put his trust in the Lord
and has not turned to the proud
or to those who run after lies!
5 Lord my God, You have done many things—
Your wonderful works and Your plans for us;
none can compare with You.
If I were to report and speak of them,
they are more than can be told.

6 You do not delight in sacrifice and offering;
You open my ears to listen.[b]
You do not ask for a whole burnt offering or a sin offering.
7 Then I said, “See, I have come;
it is written about me in the volume of the scroll.
8 I delight to do Your will, my God;
Your instruction lives within me.”[c]

9 I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly;
see, I do not keep my mouth closed[d]—
as You know, Lord.
10 I did not hide Your righteousness in my heart;
I spoke about Your faithfulness and salvation;
I did not conceal Your constant love and truth
from the great assembly.

11 Lord, do not withhold Your compassion from me;
Your constant love and truth will always guard me.
12 For troubles without number have surrounded me;
my sins have overtaken me; I am unable to see.
They are more than the hairs of my head,
and my courage leaves me.
13 Lord, be pleased to deliver me;
hurry to help me, Lord.

14 Let those who seek to take my life
be disgraced and confounded.
Let those who wish me harm
be driven back and humiliated.
15 Let those who say to me, “Aha, aha!”
be horrified because of their shame.

16 Let all who seek You rejoice and be glad in You;
let those who love Your salvation continually say,
“The Lord is great!”
17 I am afflicted and needy;
the Lord thinks of me.
You are my helper and my deliverer;
my God, do not delay.”

He wants to bring us up from the desolate pit, and set us on a rock.
Let’s walk like we are loved.
Because we are.
kris

Day 12: Worked in my backyard like a crazy woman for nearly 1.5 hours.
Day 13: Demolished a storage shed in our back yard. Crowbars & sledgehammers, baby. It was an assault on my whole body for 3 hours.
Day 14: VERTIGO!! No workout.
Day 15: Still spinning…no workout.
Day 16: Today…A walk to the park with my sweet dog.

**As for the list of diets I’ve tried…I want to make a disclaimer…most of them are balanced approaches to weight-loss. I just don’t think they are the cure to the underlying problem some of us are struggling with. Until we decide we want to simply care for our bodies in a reasonable manner, it won’t matter what diet we choose. A weight-loss program in conjunction with a healthy mind-set is the only way it will work (long term).

Hold Them Tight

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In the quiet of the morning, I sit.
Dawn is coming.
The oldest, brings me a hug, sleepy and snuggly, this morning, like every morning.
I stroke her messy hair, hold her tight.
Maybe a little tighter than normal.
I fight back tears for those who woke this morning to devastation and heartbreak.

For the momma’s who won’t hold their babes again,
won’t give morning kisses,
won’t pack the lunch.

The daddy’s who lost the sunshine’s in their life,
won’t coach the soccer team this fall,
won’t walk her down the aisle someday.

For those grieving,
waiting…

Incomprehensible.
Devastation.

At the end of yesterday’s post, I mentioned a sweet story I would share today about Deo Pneuma. But as I was writing yesterday’s post, I was unaware of the tornados in Oklahoma. It wasn’t until after posting, I came out of my office and saw the news.

So instead of the story today, let’s stop for a moment instead and listen for some clarity.
In this life wrought with human frailty, uncertainty…
Might we ask…
Where are the unforgiven places in our life?
With whom do we need to reconcile hurts?
Are there people in our life that need more attention, intentional direction?

Better put…
Who are you mad at?
Who hurt you?
Are you paying attention to the ones in your life that matter the most?

My mom text me last night to tell me she loved me, and to give the kids a hug.
I cried.
Momma/daughter stuff can be hard, friends.
My mom and I are no exception.
We’ve been through the ringer, just to be honest. (It’s nothing she wouldn’t tell you either.) But the other thing we would testify to is that the Lord has allowed healing where we never would have thought possible. By the grace of God, what was once pain, hurt, and division, is slowing blooming into a healthy friendship.

Real life beauty from ashes.
And I give thanks.

Life is fragile.
Hold the ones tight you love.
Tell them. Don’t assume they know.
Forgive.
Apologize.
Love like there’s no tomorrow.

love,
kris

Day 9: rest.

Deo Pneuma

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It’s Monday, friend.
And I think we all need a breath of fresh air this afternoon.

Stop and take a breath.
A really good, deep one.

I have a word I wanna share real quick before I pick the kidlets up from school.

Slow down.
Take another deep breath.

The world screams loudly, I know.
And it seems the world screams loudest on Monday.
Especially on a Monday, Manic and Panic raging.
Or just weary and teary.

But if you step away for a moment, that’s where you find the quiet whisper.

That one thing you know you need to do.
The person you need to call.
The change you need to make.

Those moments, when you know that you know that you KNOW you are being prompted to do something….that, sweet friend, is Deo Pneuma.
…It’s the movement of the Holy Spirit in your life.

Like my friend who went back to the restaurant because she felt called share Jesus’ name with the waitress.
Or the one who showed up to sit with the family as they waited for the surgeon.
Or the one who mows the elderly neighbor’s yard every week.

John tells the kids each morning on the way to school, “Be a blessing to someone today!”
I love that their daddy says things like that.
I love when they do it.

Deo Pneuma.
The moments when you feel prompted by the spirit to do something.
Slow down.
Listen for those moments.

Here’s the thing, a very real Monday word.
We can (and do!) get so wrapped up in our own little lives that we do nothing except that which benefits us.
We can move so quickly we miss what the Lord is asking.
The days fly by and we miss it, because we don’t slow down long enough to listen.

Friend, God’s whisper isn’t inaudible.
It just isn’t going to compete with the screaming demands of the world.
We have to be intentional in our time with Him.
We must be willing to sit, to learn to hear.
It is in slowing down, and learning to hear that we experience the Deo Pneuma.

May you slow down today.
Listen for the Holy Spirit’s prompting.

Tomorrow, I share a moment of Deo Pneuma that touched my heart deeply.
See you then,
kris

The road to Awesome didn’t stop this weekend:
Day 6: Worked in the back yard for 2 hours.
Day 7: Could barely walk because of Day 6. But worked another 2 hours.
Day 8: Felt like an 80 yr-old woman because of Days 6&7. Walked Lucy 2 miles. Did 30 pushups, 30 situps.

Masterpiece

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Our beloved Downton Abbey is back January 5th, 2014.
Just thought you’d want to know.
(It may or may not have been put in my calendar already)
Love me some Downton.
(I also love Michelle Dockery’s eyebrows. Dang.)

So, today is Friday.
(And everyone said, “Amen!”)
And yesterday’s post about by-products got me thinking.
The by-product of being organized is you don’t run around like a lunatic looking for your keys.
(Not saying I do that, but I’ve heard it’s a struggle for people. Ahem.)
The by-product of watering your yard is that it doesn’t look like a crispy chicken in July.
(Again, not saying I struggle with that…)
(Can you tell I’m feeling a bit sassy today with all my (parenthesis) comments? I think it’s my inner child needing a Downton Abbey fix. Yep. That’s it.)

But yesterday, I proposed that the by-product of awesome is I don’t let something external determine who I think I am.
And by the way…I want to make one thing clear: there is a HUGE, ginormous difference between self-confidence and conceit.
Self-confidence (deciding you are awesome) has a healthy view of one’s self.
Conceit distorts the truth.

The first empowers, the latter destroys.
I hope you know I would never, ever advocate conceit.

Yesterday’s post was about turning our mind toward the positive, instead of letting our insecurities throw temper-tantrums. It was about setting our minds right. Some of us (this girl included) has a long history of an undisciplined mind. Do you know how many dumb, D-U-M-B, arguments John Lowe and I have had because I was feeling insecure about something? (A lot.)

I love, love, love this quote from Craig Groeschel’s book, Altar Ego:

“Anytime you should start feeling down or finding your insecurities starting to take root in your life, remember that you are God’s masterpiece. As God’s masterpiece you were created for His purpose. God created you and gave you specific gifts with His purpose in mind. God chose you, created you, and put you in this specific moment in history. It is at this moment in history that you can best glorify God.”

You are his masterpiece.
I am his masterpiece.
We were created for this place, His purpose.

May your weekend be blessed, sweet friend.
You are loved.

kris

The By-Product of Awesome

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My friend said yesterday, “It’s like everyone’s thinking about it, but no one wants to be the first to say it.”

I think she’s right.

Since my post on Monday, I’ve had more text messages, emails and phone calls than I can count. About the 8th time someone told me how much they weigh and how much they want to lose, I realized how alone people feel in this area.

So I’m here to tell ya, you aren’t alone.

I don’t know the exact statistic, but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to look around and see that a good chunk of America is overweight or obese.

Most of us are overweight (statistically speaking). And many of us have tried to lose weight. We’ve tried a bazillion different ways (I’m working on my list of past attempts. I’ll share soon. Sadly, its ridiculous.)

I don’t believe we lack the resources.
I don’t believe we lack the ability.

I just think some of us are fighting this battle physically, with little consideration of how/why we got here.

The more I consider this, the more I’m convinced this mess we’re in is as much a battle of the mind as it is a lack of Zumba classes. (No offense to the Zumba instructors out there…I just feel like I need a margarita before I come to your dance party.)

If you haven’t stopped to listen, there is quite possibly, a raging battle going on inside our heads. We are letting the voices in heads defeat us before we ever begin.

And I just wanna scream, “Enough already!”

So where does that leave us?

Well, Jon Acuff has a new book out. It’s called Start. If you haven’t ordered it yet, really, you must. And give him a 5-star rating while you’re there, ‘cuz apparently, it’s his love language. (Jon, you can thank me later.) Two words: LIFE CHANGING.

Ok, so here’s the 5 second schpeel: Punch fear in the face. Quit being average. Start being awesome. Just start.

That’s it. (Ok that’s not really it, but I really want you to buy his book. It’s that amazing.)

We have to start.

As I was reading his book, I was actually considering other areas of my life that are average…work things, relational stuff, household things…but it wasn’t until this week that I realized THIS was the area in which I needed to begin.

You see, there are several areas of my life where I eek by (laundry, for one). But when I started asking the Lord to reveal areas of my life that needed to be dealt with, the craziest thing happened…instead of all the external things I wanted to be awesome at (read: Ann Curry, Giada DeLaurentis, and Jillian Michaels all rolled up in one), He revealed that I needed to pursue awesomeness inside my head first.

So here I am. I’ve laid the groundwork for some healthy changes.
And I’ll lose weight because of those things.
But the weightloss is the by-product.

You heard me right.
The by-product.

Because I’ve decided to be awesome inside this head of mine, no matter what the scale says.
The scale matters, but it doesn’t determine the victory.

Victory over what we weigh, the size of our jeans, and how much our arms jiggle when we wave at each other is pointless if we don’t shut up the voice of comparison and negativity in our minds. Girlfriend, it will eat. you. alive. I dare say this is why so many of us lose weight, only to gain it back (plus some).

So today, I have an assignment for us.
1. Buy Jon’s book. (Dude, seriously, click the link. You won’t regret it.)
2. Ask the Lord to help you identify the negative stuff you are battling in your mind. Slow your mind down, listen for the times you compare, belittle or judge yourself unfairly. Consider writing these thoughts down in a journal…and then give consideration to whether or not they’re legitimate.
3. Forgive yourself. We serve a gracious God, one who loves us right where we are, even when He’s gently calling us to move into a better place.
4. Finally, I just want you to do one more thing: Start.

See you tomorrow,
kristi

Day 4: Walked Lucy 2 miles. Did 20 push ups and 20 situps.

Buff, Beautiful…Bwahaha!

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I wasn’t going to tell you, but…I’ve hired a personal trainer. Her name is Vera DeMillo. She’s incredible, and I hope to be as buff as her someday. Maybe she will inspire you like she’s inspired me.

{Hope you enjoy the laugh…Have an AWESOME day!}

Day 3: Walking Wednesday with my kids during their PE classes. (1 hour total)

Now What?

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Now What?

I woke up in a bit of a panic this morning.

I can’t believe I really published that blog post last night.

Do you know how long I sat there, debating whether or not to put it out there?

{A long time, I’m not gonna lie.}

Then this morning, as I was getting ready for the day, the Lord stirred a word within me.
“But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.’ Therefore, I will most gladly boast all the more about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may reside in me…For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (HCSB)
This is a place of struggle for me. I am weak. But I know the One who isn’t. And as I have been praying about this today, I am gently reminded that there may be others who read this, others who need hope. If that’s you, I am glad you are here. You aren’t alone. Your weakness can be made into something beautiful if you put it at his feet.

So, practically speaking, what do we do now?
Well, a couple of things. I’ve decided to focus on a few small changes. If these bless you, feel free to use them too. It’s what I feel like I can do, but you do what you need, based on your level of comfort. Trust me, there are lots of options out there.

Here’s my plan:

My Fitness Pal – its a free app on my iPhone (not sure about Androids. Be sure to let me know in the comment section if Android has this one). It has helped me set up my goals, parameters, etc., and I can use it to track my daily food/exercise. My user name is KristiGLowe for those of you who use it and want to see if I really do this keep me honest. 🙂

Moving – If I may go ahead and just be blunt….I’m really not a huge fan of working out in a gym. Partly because they’re intimidating, and partly because my attention span on a treadmill is about 10 minutes. So….I’m committing to moving 4-5 times a week. By “moving” I mean, I’ll devote 30-60 minutes to cardiovascular/strengthening exercise. I make no promises about what it will be. Walking, jogging, swimming, tennis, trampoline jumping, jump roping, mowing the lawn…you get the gist. I’m trying not to get hung up on the details.
Water – well, duh. Every fitness expert in America will tell you that drinking water is vital to weight loss. So, I’m going to be better at drinking water. Simple.

Well, that’s it. That’s the plan.

Let’s get started.

Day 2: Walked Lucy 2 miles (30 minutes). Did 20 pushups and 20 situps.

If your dog is fat….

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The saying goes, “If your dog is fat, neither of you are getting enough exercise.”

Deep breath.

Here goes…

My dog has gotten chunky lately…

And neither of us have been getting enough exercise.

In fact, I am 36 years old, 5’8” tall, and I currently weigh 200 pounds.

Ouch.

{Oh my gosh. I’ve gotta be honest…writing that was more painful than I anticipated. Quite frankly, it’s taking all the self-control I have not to delete it.}

But I can’t avoid the facts. And I don’t want to remain like this any longer.

I want the words “healthy” “balanced” and “joyful” to describe me again. I want the inner raging battle settled. I need peace with this skin I’m in. So, what if I put this out there, what if I commit to finding a healthy balance again?

Truthfully, it scares me to death.

What if I fail? What if I quit?

Heaven knows I’ve failed and quit a hundred times before now.

So why is this time different?

I’ll tell you why.

I was created for more than this, by a Creator who has given me all the means necessary to stand firm against the temptations of this world.

And if you wanna get really personal…here are a few things that swirl around in this mind of mine……I want to look at a picture of myself and not wonder if my cheeks look that fat in real life. I want to go shopping and not hope the XL fits. And finally, when that darling man of mine wraps his arm around my waist, I don’t want to cringe because of the muffin top exploding over the sides of my pants.

So here goes.

This is my journey.

You’re more than welcome to tag along.

Who knows what we’ll discover along the way.

{Maybe your dog needs more exercise too.}

Day 1: Walked Lucy 1.8 miles in 30 minutes.