Choosing Healthy for 365 Days

So…I hope this April 14th post is worth waiting for. I intended to write it this morning, but circumstances intervened and I am so glad I waited.

My husband, Keith, and me are at Smith Mountain Lake in Virginia for a long weekend; a much needed break from everyday life. Being up here early in the season has its challenges and anytime you are on vacation, things are more involved than they are at home as far as routine, daily accomplishments are concerned.

That being said, this has always been a time for me to reflect and be more mindful and intentional about my life. Today is the only summer-like day of our trip and we spent four-plus hours traveling to and attending the funeral of a dear friend and former pastor’s mother. Our pastor friend spoke of his mother’s words to him about being a good son, father, husband and pastor that, to him, was only second to Jesus saying, “Well done, thy good and faithful servant.”

Her pastor talked about our lives beginning as a journey of purpose and function which eventually, as we age, becomes a life of substance filled with love, service, spirit and experiences with those around you.

When we returned to the cabin, I picked up my weekly lesson for Bible Study Fellowship International’s study of Romans 14. This chapter talks about refraining from judging others and not being a stumbling block to those who are challenged in areas…and my mind went to the area of what we eat.

I have people in my family and friends who are diabetics. I have people in my life who are overeaters, allergic to gluten, allergic to mammal meat, who eat in excess and many other areas of food challenges. We all have our struggles.

My trigger foods are popcorn and pizza. I went over three months before going to a movie because of the popcorn. After losing 16 pounds and appreciating the way I feel, I found a way to tackle the popcorn issue. I bought a huge popcorn for me, my niece, Brooke, and my youngest daughter, Melissa. Then….I put the equivalent of a small popcorn in a cardboard tray and ate only that amount with a bottle of water. Oh yes, if you are wondering, I used the fake/lard-based/excuse-for-butter on it when it was half full before asking the man at the counter to fill it almost to the rim (yes, you need room to shake all that oil down so you can add more — see the problem?) but I only ate a small portion.

Truth be told, by the time I got halfway done, the popcorn was cold and not very appetizing. But true to my movie butter popcorn addiction, I ate every last minute piece of it…and I was satisfied. It may still have been a lot of junk food to eat, but I managed to keep it to a smaller portion and did not put weight on that day! To me, that was a victory.

I don’t want food to be the end all/be all of my life. I want to enjoy things that are allowable in reasonable portions and not be a stumbling block to others if there is a food that they have issues with. I have to admit to eating beef in front of my husband who can’t have it, but it is rare (not the beef, but the frequency).

For me, finding a way to eat what I like is a goal. How I eat it and how much I eat is the key. My father-in-law used to say, “It’s not what you eat once in a while, but what you do consistently that matters.” There is much wisdom in that.

So eat and enjoy it. Be sensitive to others who have challenges with food and hold yourself accountable for your influence on them.

Food was made for nourishment. It is ultimately good if well chosen and judiciously consumed. We are called to be people of substance and do what we can to contribute to the good of this world. Watch what you eat. If you slip up, get back on the horse and strive to do better next time. Don’t beat yourself up. As a friend of mine said, when it comes to the true meaning of this life, none of this matters in the end.

I love everyone who supports me on my Choosing Healthy for 365 Days Facebook page — for the influence they have been on my journey to healthy eating and a healthy body. I have a ways to go yet, but I owe this tribe a great debt of gratitude.

Spring is for such things as these

What’s so great about spring? Fresh veggies, warm sunshine, baby animals, bird song and the water fowl return to the creek!

Canada geese, great egrets, blue herons, ducks and other geese varieties along with seagulls, and other non-water birds.

A few days ago I went on a half-day 42-foot catamaran cruise to watch Christopher Newport University (CNU) sailing team in a competition with other schools. On a beautiful, blustery day at the mouth of the Warwick River off the James, I caught great shots of the competition along with several gliding pelicans, swimming Canada geese and a beached deadrise (fishing boat). Spring days are for such things as these.

The sailing competition was a photo shoot for an upcoming story on CNU’s sailing team, but the extraneous shots were an effort to capture some of the birds in my backyard in a more active fashion. The pelicans caught me by surprise as we don’t see that many up the creek.

I fell in love with pelicans in April 2015 when my daughter, Lauren, married her love Geoff Rogers. The wedding party stayed on the beach of Edisto Island just south of Charleston, South Carolina. (That’s a whole other post I will feature in the Travel section of the blog in future.)

Back to spring’s beauty and other assets: One thing everyone loves about spring from an aesthetic standpoint is the burst of blooms that seem to know just when to appear so we can tell it’s a new season. Forsythia, redbud trees, tulip poplars, azaleas (wild and cultivated), phlox, vinca, tulips, daffodils, crocus, Lenten roses, and the indomitable flowering weeds. Yes, I said, weeds.

From the time I was a little girl, I believed the spring-flowering weeds were just as pretty as the planted garden varieties. I loved henbit’s purple trumpet flowers, sunny yellow dandelions (especially the wisps you could blow and infect the lawn), purple and white violets, hairy bittercress with its tiny white blooms, creeping speedwell veronica with it’s tiny blue flowers and dead nettle with its purple flowers and leaves.

Weeds never seem to run out of energy to reproduce themselves and be one of the first to say, “It’s spring!” Since they leave such a bad taste in gardeners’ mouths, it’s a good thing they possess such a hearty persistence.

I love flowering weeds. Actually, aren’t most native plants weeds? They come up on their own given the right conditions and thrive well in their given environment. Think about it — You put a garden border around a clump of henbit and you got a garden by definition. Right?

Happy Spring Everyone,

Cathy

Anybody else out there like weeds? If you have a story to tell about playing with weeds as a child, making bouquets for your mom with them, etc. share it here. I know I would love to read it and bet others would too!

Grandma and the Belugas

Catherine Claryce Wray Petty, my maternal hat-wearing/red-loving grandmother, was my lighthouse. She was the one who brought me back to my love of the Lord and the world of Christian friends. She also instilled in me a wanderlust that still flourishes. When my sister, Wendy, brother, Chip, and I were …

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