He's still workin' on me to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be, He's still workin' on me.

There really ought to be a sign upon my heart,
"Don't judge her yet, there's an unfinished part."
But I'll be perfect just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands.

He's still workin' on me to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be, He's still workin' on me.



In the mirror of His Word reflections that I see
Make me wonder why He never gave up on me.
He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He's the Potter, I'm the clay.

He's still workin'on me to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be, He's still workin' on me.



Tuesday, January 26, 2010

My New Friend



Food used to be my friend. It’s what I would turn to on nights when my husband was working and my boys were tucked snuggly in their beds. It kept me company, never talked back, and never ever looked at me disapprovingly. With my surgery, I had to say goodbye to my old friend. And it was a very hard goodbye to make. But just as quickly as I said my goodbyes, I made a new friend. She’s been wonderful to me and just what I needed in this time of my life. She has always been honest and truthful with me and most importantly, has told me exactly what I want to hear. We communicate with each other first thing every morning. She is the first thing I think about when my feet hit the ground. It's a brief exchange each morning, but she leaves me smiling all throughout the day. But it turns out, I’m not liking my new friend too much lately. She’s turned on me. And it almost makes me want to turn back to my old friend food. Want to know who she is? It’s my scales. We’ve had a falling out and I’m mad at her. For the past 7 weeks, I have weighed myself every morning without fail. And almost every morning, I had lost at least 1 pound. But for the last week, the scale hasn’t budged. And I don’t like it one bit! I liked weighing myself every morning because it kept me motivated and proved to me that my hard work was paying off, but now I’m just working hard with no results. I consulted with one of the trainers at the YMCA where we are members. Her advice? INCREASE my calories and do cardio 6-7 times per week for 1 hour. Not gonna happen! First of all, I’m not supposed to increase my calories above 1200 per day and secondly, I have a life. And that life does not include loading my children up 6-7 times each week to go exercise. So, what do I do? Well it’s a good thing that I have my first “fill” on my band tomorrow. I’m really hoping that this gives me the boost that I need to continue losing weight. And of course I can’t wait to speak with the surgeon to get his input. Stay tuned tomorrow for pictures of what my band looks like and hopefully I’ll get some shots of the actual fill taking place too. Should be interesting. And maybe, just maybe, my good friend and I will make up and be kind to each other again! Keep your fingers crossed!

1 comment:

tamerakitten said...

andrea--don't forget that if you're building muscle that ir weighs more then the fat it's replacing. And that new muscle is gonna BURN up the fat!!
Keep up the good work.
BTW--totally off-topic but while the thought is flying thru my brain-would you be intersted in a bunch of back copies of somerset Studio Magazine, etc.? I was cleaning off my groaning bookshelves and thought of you to pass them on to--some new craft inspiration!! Let me know-