Hello! I'm Amy and I am officially over weight. My BMI says so. So do my jeans. And my knees. Anyway...
I wear many hats. I like hats. But the one hat I seem to have put in my closet somewhere and forgotten about is my "healthy" hat. I've rummaged for it, pulled it out, dusted it off and worn it now and then - but somehow it always ends up under the pile of cast-offs.
It used to be my favorite hat. The one I wore so much people got sick of it. In college I got my BA in Fitness/Wellness Management with an eye on Physical Therapy school. After graduation my husband and I took a two year trip to Canada as missionaries, and I put PT school on the backburner. That two years turned into seven, and by the end of it my desires had changed. Oh, I still had a major interest in health and wellness, but I realized through back trouble and several rounds of Physical Therapy that I would have HATED that job. I am much more interested in the Wellness side than the Fitness one.
Then came babies......do I really have to say any more?
Body change. Metabolism change. All of a sudden I actually had to WORK to maintain my weight and eventually the two babies helped me decide to give it up. Rocking my babies was so much more important (and still is...). But now.....well, I can't call it baby weight anymore. My "baby" is five years old.
SO, I'm sick of feeling like an old woman at 35. I'm sick of my big jeans barely fitting me and being frustrated every time I have to get dressed to go somewhere. Sick, sick, sick of it!
I have also realized the effect that my weight and unhealthiness has on my spiritual life. Carrying this weight has turned my focus inward, to ME ME ME. I'm pretty sure that's not where Jesus wants my focus. So, lot's of prayer is going to go into this journey. And I'm praying for you too!
It's true, the old saying, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step". That "step" is away from the nachos, my friend.
So, I offer my dusted-off knowledge (I've still collected it over the years, the weirdo who likes to read health books and never actually do any of it....), my encouragement and my prayers.
So glad I'm sitting next to you in the van.
JANE HILL
When I say start weight, I mean the weight I was at when I started not to care. The weight: 175. The day: My wedding day, April 21, 2001 when I had the honor of marrying the most amazing man on the planet. (Sorry babe, I just let it all go "down hill" from there.) In High School, I exercised every day. In college, every other day. After April 21, 2001, well, let's just say maybe twice a year.
Every other year since then I have been pregnant and so now...it fall's on the "other year" and I can't claim "being pregnant" anymore as an excuse to actually looking pregnant or weigh what I would if I was. So, my "pregnant" days are over. I mean it! All of them!
And how extremely excited I am to be on this journey with such and awesome, phat group of people! Phat NOW. Fat NO! I am just extremely thankful that in the last three years of me looking at least 8 months pregnant that no one has stopped to tell me "Congratulations, when is your due date? boy or girl?" Now, I look forward to being 6 months into my new lifestyle and hearing people say, "Congratulations" for a whole different reason!
Just know, I am praying for each of you, by name, every day. Because I know without some supernatural help- it would be impossible. ..."With men it is impossible but not with God: for with God all things are possible." Mark 10:27
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