I think the biggest thing to come of this gym joining deal is my realization, for the umpteenth time, that health and healing are endlessly tied. When I eat like crap, don’t exercise and talk really badly about myself- I feel horrible. Surprised?
These past two weeks have been awesome. I have been dedicated(ish) to working out and not being so down on myself. And it is working. I feel myself changing for the first time since Nolie was born. I can notice it physically and emotionally. I don’t feel ill when I go through the pictures that Charlie snaps of me for my outfit posts. In fact, I feel good. I can finally stand in front of the camera without Nolie and still feel OK. Not great, but OK.
I am meeting my goals. I am getting stronger. Last night I ran at a far faster pace than I usually do and I sustained it for the last .5 miles of my run. I was positively beaming by the end of it. One of the things I have been feeling worst about was just how weak I feel. I have been missing the strength I feel when I am working out. Feeling sore and tired makes me feel so much stronger and empowered throughout the day.
Best part about my new changes? I am feeling like I am actually getting to know God better. I have been reading the psalms lately and I feel like through David’s prayers I am hearing myself, my cries and needs and my exaltation’s. Sometimes it feel like my words to God are so incomplete and lacking, so full of “I need, I need, I need!” and I have a hard time getting away from that. But lately I have been smacked in the face with all that I have to be thankful for. My home. My husband. My family. All of it, in detail- is just blowing my mind.
All that said, here is an outfit. Everything I am wearing is a gift from my Mom and Dad. They are where I learned generosity and I strive to be like them in my giving, daily.