Ah, thanks, I needed that, and it was well worth the wait. I wrapped my arms around me and gave myself a big love hug. I realized I couldn’t touch the real me because for years I had packed on what I thought was protection—against pain, misery and lack to name a few. I was hurting myself more than the lie of protection I had bought into.

Today I made a hard but much-needed step toward finding the jewel that had been covered and protected for too many years. It was time to take the journey.

I had started the journey numerous times but never finished. Run off the road, distracted, and detoured. I had gone so far and backslid to square one.

I didn’t expect the journey to be easy, but this time I planned to be victorious.

Every journal I own tells about my weight issue. I started my current journal to encourage myself, but there was a difference this time—I didn’t regain the weight. I straddled the fence a lot, feeding the other issues to make me feel good instead of feeding my body correctly to nourish it for long life.

I finally understood when I went to the doctor because I wasn’t getting any better. I still had the same issues. He decided to give me a visual along with a serious scorning. He got his anatomy book out and showed me what a healthy body part looked like and what it takes for it to operate properly. He turned on his serious “time for you to face the truth” voice. He laid out the facts in a gentle but firm way.

I finally got it. I felt the change in my body. Maybe my body got it but my brain, emotions and desires had to come in agreement. As if a tape player was sitting next to me, I kept hearing the doctor’s advice.

I needed to eat breakfast, stop eating out so many times, and change what I bought in the grocery stores. What was I going to do with the food that shouldn’t be in anyone’s pantry, let alone mine?  Throw it away. I didn’t want to be a party to ruining someone else’s health.

It took a week to wrap my head around the transition, but I finally started. The first few days, my body freaked out. It never had three healthy meals in one day. Now things were looking up. My body adjusted faster than I expected. Sugar was a really big demon that had to be annihilated. Another thing to get over was the cost of healthy foods. I wasn’t a big meat-eater and that was a good thing because grass-fed meat cost more than grain-fed meat. The vegetables and fruit from the Farmer’s Market were exceptionally delicious.  My plan was to buy chicken and fish along with a few pieces of beef as I had always done. Load up with more vegetables. Read the labels.

Our bodies take 90 days to regenerate new cells. I will be eating like this for at least that long. I have a feeling it will be longer—like forever. The regeneration of the cells will also allow me to discontinue taking the medication I’m currently on. Yeah!

This journey will never end but I will uncover the Jewel…me. I will then give myself another hug and will hug the delivered, healthy, strong me.

It is a lifestyle change that will keep me strong all my days so I can fulfill the purpose and destiny God has for me. I want to hear Him say, “Well done my good and faithful servant”.

Can you see the jewel that you are or is something covering it up? What can you do to bring the jewel-you to the forefront?

Bold Bathing Beauties

Yesterday on Dr. Oz’s show the audience was wearing their swimsuits for the full hour. They moved around freely as if they were fully dressed. I don’t recall seeing a slim, perfect body. Every person had a problem with their breast, stomach, and thighs. Most of the thighs had cellulite problems. In spite of their issues they seemed somewhat comfortable with their issues. I’m not sure I could have participated that day wearing the required outfit–a swim suit and no cover-up.

Almost two years ago I decided I wanted to see less of me on my birthday in 2011. I accomplished that before my birthday and maintained the loss. I was well pleased with myself. I was a woman on a mission. Although I saw less of me on my birthday I still needed to lose a bit more weight. Along the trail I fell off the wagon. I haven’t been able to climb back on since. Even though I haven’t gained the weight back I’m feeling like I’m thick and fat. I can’t explain what that means–I just know what it feels like. I’ve also noticed that a few of those bad eating habits sneak in every once in a while. Those bad eating habits make me feel bad physically and emotionally.

I was going to wait until I get back home from vacation to climb back up in the wagon of good health but I can’t wait. I must start now. There are plenty of healthy choices I can make and make them I will. I don’t want to undo what I’ve already done.

Exercise is a big part of the weight loss process. I get most of my exercise from bowling in two leagues and tournaments. An issue with an old injury that continually haunts me prevents me from exercising to my fullest.

In spite of the issues that try to abort my reaching the goal that is set before me I will continue to move forward and celebrate the victory. When I reach my goal and celebrate the victory then maybe I’ll prance all over Dr. Oz’s stage in my swim suit.

Have you ever fallen off the wagon on your way to a goal you had? Did you get back on the wagon? Did you throw your hands up in defeat and walk away?


Jumping rope is an activity that I’m not good at.

When I was a kid I could barely get through regular rope jumping. The fancy double dutch, skipping, twisting and turning I left for the experienced jumpers. Shying away from jumping contests kept me from being the joke of the day—the year. Turning the rope for someone else was the best that I could do.

This time in my life jumping rope would be a fitness tool rather than a contest. I envision my heart rate escalating at the touch of the rope. I can see myself caught up and tangled up in the rope trying to find a way out.

I’m going to change the channel that I see myself communicating with the jump rope. The new picture is me successfully mastering it to help me on my fitness journey.

How are you at jumping rope?