Some people have asked me how I started my weight loss. My first few months in the blog archive explain it all.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Happy One Hundred!

This is my 100th post, so with that thought I am going to tell you of some people that had they lived would be in their 100's. During the start of the depression my grandma and grandpa got married. They wed in the brides home and spent their first night together there as well. The bride has brothers, many of them, who thought a good joke was priceless.

The bed that grandma and grandpa were going to sleep in was complete with a fishing line attached to the end of their blanket, the other end attached to a fishing pole out the window held by her brothers. All during the night the blankets would slowly creep off of the newlyweds and go toward the window. At first the couple had no idea what was up and spent the better part of the night pulling up their blankets. Eventually they caught on and the line was severed but until then they had quite the evening.

In my journal I wrote when I was 16 I wrote of that experience and likened it to my young testimony. I said that sometimes when I am not noticing my testimony slips and that one day I hope that I will just be able to cut the lines that pull me away from the iron rod. It seems that everything the Book of Mormon tells me to remember I somehow manage to forget if I don't stay vigilant.

Of course I can liken that to my quest to stay healthy. I find myself forgetting my healthy new life. I say "It won't matter if I don't go out running today, or, Just one - no two krispy kremes, a box of chocolates, orange soda, cake and chocolate milk wont hurt just this once.

One thing that I find invaluable is my "Runners World" magazine, or the magazines and books that talk of others successes. By getting little tips and ideas I get back on my road that I need to be on. Believe me when I say the natural me would rather be on my bed with a good book and a bag of m&m's, I have to decide daily who I am going to be, and reading ways to be healthy is a big part of that decision.

Abraham speaks of his flight from Canaan and says "Therefore, eternity was our covering and our rock and our salvation..."(Abraham 2:16) Grandma and Grandpa had strings that kept them uncovered, once the strings were severed I am sure that their night was blissful. My strings that need to be severed are ignorance, justification, and not being equally yoked with the Savior. I am an emotional eater, if eternity can cover me with the peace I need I can then overcome trying to find peace through a large slice of cake. "My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;" (D&C 121:7)


Marc and Megan said...

Happy 100th post!! Can't wait for the next 100! I love this analogy... and hoping it's okay with you if I borrow it for a seminary lesson - it's so great! I've missed your posts! I'm glad you're back. :)

Amy said...

Happy 100! I've missed you! Thank you for sharing the story, it creates a great visual for the challenges we all face battling the natural man.

Marc said...

Wow, what a fascinating and fun family you have...I hope to hear more of these stories in the future.


...Wait, this is MY family!!! Why did I never hear this story?! Sheesh, I feel like I'm missing my roots.

Michal said...

congrats on your 100th. i love this analogy and, like all the others, will use it to shore myself up during weak moments.
keep 'em coming!

Rebecca said...

Happy 100!!!!!!! That is a really cool story and analogy. I love how you find analogies in so many different things I never would think of!

Carrot Jello said...

Happy postiversary!
How did Marc never hear that story?

Heffalump said...

Congratulations on 100! I have missed your posts, so was thrilled to see a new one today.

Tara said...

100 is a great number, congrats. I agree that you should write more often, you have so many great thoughts to share.

I love the story of your grandparents and way you've applied it for personal growth.

Trixie said...

Happy 100th Sista! I can't believe it's 100 already, I guess we'll never know the countless hours you've spent laboring under the weight of creating fresh ideas. I am thankful you have spent the time.

Great story, (Marc probably never knew the story because it was told girl to girl) Great analogy.

PS Marc, They were glad that chivaree prank was played on them rather than a kidnapping chivaree like others at that time in history. In comparison, we all honeymooned in a rather boring fashion.

Camille McInelly said...

I hope you write 100 more!

That story about your grandparents is so funny and I love your insights.

Yvonne said...

Happy 100th post. So glad you're here.

What a great analogy.