To quote India.Arie’s The Truth, there’s a blessing in every lesson.
Failure can teach us more than success at times.
Failure shows us who we are.
Failure shows us where we went wrong and how to get it right.
When done right, failure brings us closer to God. He shows us who He is and how is is capable of helping us get it right.
We gotta try. And if it doesn’t work, assess, take stock, learn, and try again.
Failure is fruitful.
Failure shows us what we are capable of.
Dust off those failures and go win!
I’m sitting doing my hair and listening to my lil Christian/Gospel music.
I have several unwritten drafts. Relationship wasn’t one of them. The unwritten ones require more time than I’ve carved out since I got the inspo. Ima get to them.
I feel like I stay fussing or correcting. But I don’t feel bad. Jeremiah is called the weeping prophet. But he was and his words are bomb.
There’s plenty of saccharine, sweet, positive, good, prosperity, little accountability words floating around. That ain’t me. Ima keep going in my lane.
God promises us things. Good things. But so many focus on His hand and not what is required to obtain His promises. Ima talk about standards and the holistic Christianity of the Bible.
Waaaaay off. Two different songs that play today talked about living. Not I’m Alive. Lol. Go check that post out.
I need someone to know that they need to live. Suicide isn’t the answer. Wallowing in depression isn’t the answer.
I wanted to die. I was depressed. It was overwhelming. I saw no way out at the time. But it got better. Jesus and I got tight.
Everything in my life isn’t perfect. Honestly, from the outside it is a MESS right now. But I know what God said. I know why. I trust Him. I have hope in Him.
I see how He’s come through for people in the Bible. I remember how He’s come through for me.
Focusing on Him and His Word gives me peace. It gives me joy. He makes life worth living. It’s not easy. At all. But soooooo worth it. The peace and emotional and mental stability is PRICELESS. Try it. I dare you. 🙂
I’m yelling cuz I mean that thang.
I’ve been heavier than others most of my life. It is what it is.
I’ve starved myself and been smaller for a while. Unsustainable.
I’ve done keto while working full time and going to law school part time. It was physician supervised and was team a lot. Unsustainable.
I’ve tried multiple things multiple times. What was it? Unsustainable.
I started working 4-midnight October 2019.
I don’t really mess with breakfast. When I worked during the day I would do lunch and dinner. For multiple, various reasons, I was only really eating once meal maybe twice between four and midnight. Sometimes I’d eat a snack after I got home.
I went to the doctor November 2019. I saw my weight. Not surprised. At some point during the pandemic, I went to urgent care and I’d lost weight.
I went to the doctor October 2020. I was already planning on discussing losing weight among other things. Color me surprised that I lost more weight.
I told her that I didn’t eat right cuz I didn’t do breakfast and keto was too much food for me. She pooh poohed at that. She told me about intermittent fasting.
I’m pretty sure a former coworker who lost a decent amount of weight told me about it too.
I told her, or figured out, that I was basically doing it anyway. While eating junk and fast food.
The actual reason around October for the weight loss was that I would stay up after work until 2, 4, 6 am and then sleep all day or not want to leave to get food.
I didn’t have groceries at the house on the regular. It’s an interesting thing buying food and cooking for one person. And I don’t like eating the same thing for a week. I could also just cook at work depending on what I wanted.
She told me to read a book on intermittent fasting and to drink at least a half gallon of water a day.
Things got rough. I wasn’t drinking enough of anything let alone water prior to that visit. I was retaining water. I was walking too. The scale was not moving down. I think it went up.
I went back and found out I was likely dehydrated. I went back to the doctor from 2019 in December. Found out I had lost 11 pounds in a year but only two since October.
I told people so what. I felt like it was a test to see if I would keep going. I said I would. And did.
Well the end of December hit. I was tired and not feeling well. The water and exercising went down a bit.
I went on vacation. I did get some exercise in. Water was still down
I moved nine hours away last week. Water and exercise down.
But guess what happened when I got on the scale this morning? Down 13 pounds from October.
It doesn’t matter what it looks like. It doesn’t matter how hard it is. It doesn’t matter that you’ve failed before.
KEEP GOING! DON’T BE DISCOURAGED!