Back to it. Like, for reals..

So many of you know that I hurt my foot last week. (You know this because I am an Olympic-gold-medal complainer when I am sick or injured. This is probably something I should work on, but there are so many other things on that list, and only so many hours in a day.) The really frustrating thing about the injury was that it happened when I was doing something so mundane and average that I didn’t even remember doing it afterward. I am of the belief that if one hurts oneself it should be because of an event that was momentous enough to be remembered. Yeesh.

Anyway, because of the foot injury I was not able to get back to the gym like I had hoped last week. In fact, I wasn’t even able to go for a decent walk for a number of days. Now, at another time of the year, I might have just grinned and thought: oh well, I am going to have to take it easy for a few days…that’s not so bad. But at this particular juncture I was more than a little frustrated. You see, I chose to be fairly (read: incredibly) lazy during my summer holiday. I decided this vacation would be a true break from all of the things I have been disciplined about in the last year. I didn’t track my Weight Watchers points, I didn’t exercise with anything resembling regularity, I just took it easy. And that was a good thing on the one hand: I had been severely struggling to stick to my WW points in the weeks leading up to holidays. Having the break was apparently just what I needed to get back on track: in the past week I haven’t had any issue sticking to my points. Sometimes, you just need a rest.

On the other hand, I lost ground over my vacation. I gained weight and I lost muscle. While being laid up with the foot injury I began to gain some ground on the weight (down 3.5lbs when I weighed in on Sunday thankyouverymuch), but I couldn’t do much about the muscle. Today, I am very pleased to say, I was able to return to the gym. I did a 60min BodyPump class. It was tough. I couldn’t believe how tough it was! But it was also good. My muscles (such as they are), are pleasantly fatigued. I am sure they will be telling me off tomorrow. But I know that today I took another step towards improving my health. Another step towards getting back on track. Another step away from just talking (read: whining) about the ground I have lost in the past few months, and towards actually regaining that ground. I feel strong and I feel accomplished.

I write this down now, because I know in another few months/weeks/whatever something will happen andI will need to be reminded of what this feels like. And I hope some of my friends may point me back to these words.

Any journey has its ups and downs. The ups are usually pretty easy to deal with. The downs are when we need friends to surround us and to speak the truth we cannot utter ourselves. I believe that is why Jesus gave us the church. Because He knew there would be times when we needed each other. When we just couldn’t do it on our own. When the strength of another would be the thing that gave us the ability to keep going.


It has been several days since I last blogged. That is because shortly after my last post, the stomach flu hit me hard. It had a one-two punch: nausea and diarrhea.

This week has mostly passed in a blur of stomach pain, strange sleeping patterns and days when I didn’t make it out of my pj’s. From what I hear, there were at least 7 other victims in my congregation. Goodness. What a week!

But I have been reminded of some great lessons this week:

1) Community is important, especially when the chips are down. After my initial moment of illness, I texted a trusted elder in the church because I knew she would let the appropriate people know that I was home sick for the next couple of days. She not only did that, she also supplied me with ginger ale and soup, and offered to pick up anything else I might need. Her kindness was echoed by many others in my congregation and it truly warmed my heart.

2) There ain’t nothin’ like family. My Mom, upon hearing I was sick, immediately offered to come and take care of me. No small thing, since it is about a 2.5 hr drive. As the week wore on and I continued to feel ill, she stopped offering and just made up her mind to come. When you are sick, there is nothing like your Mommy to make you feel better.

3) A dog is a wonderful companion. Koski was the best this week. I couldn’t take her out for our daily walks, but she never complained. She curled up close to me on the couch for most of the week. And I know I saw genuine concern in her eyes more than once.

4) I am blessed beyond what I deserve. Even when feeling rotten, there are so many good things for which to be thankful. First and foremost that this was just a passing illness. Not fun, for sure, but also not something that will keep me down for long. And then beyond that – more things than I could count. Little things like a comfy couch and a good book with which to pass the week. And big things, like the three I have mentioned above.

5) Even in this, God is with me. I had friends who offered their prayers this week, and that kept me thinking about God’s presence. It kept me thinking about the fact that though I felt cut off from most of my regular activities and relationships, I cannot go anywhere that He is not with me.

I hope your week has been easier than mine. And I hope you will take a moment and think about the lessons this week has taught you.