I got a job!

I started working at a local gym this week as one of their fitness instructors.  I have been teaching classes at my church for over a year now and when a facebook status popped up that the gym was hiring I replied and then went in, talked to them and got the job:)  I am teaching Cycle and BodyPump on Monday nights, BodyPump on Wednesday afternoons and Cardio/Sculpt on Friday mornings.  This makes 5 days a week of teaching classes for me. (well, this summer my cardio/sculpt class at church is only on Thursdays so it is only 4 days of teaching until Fall)  I LOVE it!  My body is sore because of doing something different.  I typically exercise everyday anyway but this has me exercising multiple times a day.  I've also increased my running mileage.  I actually found someone local to run with and it has been GREAT!  I've signed up for a FULL marathon in December and I know I have lost my mind but it's a goal that I hope to fulfill.  I thought I would show my workout schedule for this week just for the fun of it.

Monday- Interval Training at home

Tuesday- Ran 6 miles

Wednesday- Ran 5 miles and Body Pump

Thursday- Cardio/Sculpt

Friday- Cardio/Sculpt

Saturday- 11 miles- running for the first time with a group that I call the "real runners" of my town

Sunday- much need REST day- I've only taken 1 other rest day the entire month of June

Sweet Summertime

I can't believe we are quickly approaching the end of June!  It seems like the kids just got of school yesterday.   If I allowed all my kids want to do is spend hours watching t.v and playing their electronic devices.  Today I taught my fitness class this morning and then we came home and I let them do whatever until after lunch.  After lunch I declared that they had to spend a few hours doing something besides watching t.v, playing on the computer or their electronics.  They didn't like me very much at first but then I told them that when I was a child I spent most of my day outside playing in my tree house or on my trampoline.  We also had a pool in our backyard but I didn't mention that;)  So, Kayla decided she wanted to paint in her treehouse and gathered her supplies.  Hayden quickly followed.  They painted and then decided they wanted to squirt each other with water while they played on the trampoline.  They spent 3 hours outside in the backyard.  That is HUGE for my kids...they never go outside when we are here unless they are forced.  It is weird.  I must confess that Summer isn't my favorite season.  I am more of a Fall or Spring type girl.  I don't like to be hot but of course I don't like to be cold either.  I don't love sweltering in the heat to be outside in the summer.  I am also not a huge fan of hanging out at the pool...I know, I'm weird but I just don't love it.  We have passes to the local water park and have been several times and we have also been to my Dad's pool to let them swim.  Actually, that is what we did yesterday. 

Here are a few things we have done so far this summer:)

We spent the first few days of summer at my Mom's in Fairhope, AL and drove over to Gulf Shores everyday for some beach fun:)

We went to the forest for a family hike one Saturday.

We had VBS last week

I hope everyone is having a GREAT summer:)

Rice , Cheese and Summer

I am currently totally addicted to brown rice.  I had some this morning for breakfast with 1/2 tbsp of honey drizzled on top...YUMMY and filling:)  I am having some for dinner with some fish fillets.  I have also had a thing for string cheese lately.  I eat at least 2 sticks a day.  I guess my calcium intake is low or something.  This actually could be true since I don't really drink milk anymore.  

I can't believe that my kids only have 1 week from school left.  Their last day is next Thursday....crazy...summer is almost here:)

Easter through the years

This is more for me than for anyone else to see.  Thankful that I took charge of my health:)

Ecuador

The hand of a little boy who stole my heart.  I can't show pictures of the orphans faces.

I visited Ecuador for the first time on a mission trip this past summer and to say it changed my life is an understatement.  I can't even put into words how I feel about that country, the people and those sweet orphans.  It was a dream come true to go and be a missionary for a week.  There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it.  I long to be there.  As crazy at it sounds I would leave everything. I have to go do mission work every day of my life.  If I could do life over I would go spend some time in another country doing just that.  It is harder to say yes to something when you have a husband and kids.  So far Ken doesn't feel the calling that I do to do these types of things.  It isn't that he is against anything I do but his heart isn't there like mine is.  I would move today, adopt today, do something totally radical today but the decision isn't completely up to me.  I am leading a trip back to Ecuador in October and I absolutely cannot wait.  It can't get here fast enough!

Longing

Most days of my life my heart aches and I long for something more.  It isn't about being dissatisfied where I am in life now it is more of wanting to make a difference and not sit back and act like there isn't anything I can do. My heart longs to do so much more about the orphan crisis and poverty in this world. I just can't fathom that people go through life with no family and others with no food.  It aches me to the core to know this and I know this crisis could be solved but so many sit back and act as if it isn't happening.  Why?  Because it doesn't effect their life.  It should effect all of us.  What if it was you or your child?  Would we feel different?

Perfection is my enemy

My thoughts this morning have been on perfection and how it truly is my enemy in life.  The reason I started thinking about it this morning is because my youngest decided right before we walked out the door for school  that he wanted a "Cat in the Hat" costume rather than just wearing the hat he had said he would wear.  I specifically asked him about a costume multiple times yesterday and he said just the hat was ok.  So, this morning I was unprepared.  I had no ribbon, no fabric and so I quickly cut a red tie and a white belly out of construction paper and taped it to his black shirt.  It was the best I could do in literally 5 minutes.  I found myself almost in tears after I dropped him off this morning because it wasn't perfect.  The "I am not a perfect mom guilt" gets to me a lot and that was one of those moments.  I told my self to shake it off and it is ok.  He thought it was great and that is all that matters.

This got me thinking about how perfection has held me back in so many areas of my life.  To look at me you wouldn't call me a perfectionist.  I'm not always pulled together, in fact most of the time you will see me in workout clothes with my hair in a ponytail.  What you don't see is the fact that I continuously beat myself up over my lack of perfection.  I can't tell you the number of times I have stood in my closet and bawled my eyes out because I didn't have the perfect thing to wear to something.  It isn't out of greed and I don't feel like I need more clothing.  It is more that I don't look "perfect" or well pulled together if that makes sense.  This happened almost daily when I was heavier.  I have actually cancelled going places over not feeling comfortable with what I had to wear.  While I am confessing, I have missed multiple functions over clothing, not the perfect gift or even the perfect food to carry to things such as baby showers, bunco or any other get together.  I am not hospitable and I don't invite people over regularly not because I don't want them here, it is because I am too worried that my house is not perfect and what will I feed them if it is at a meal time.

I remember as a teenager especially I would feel very awkward going into a new place such as a store or restaurant because I was afraid I would do something the wrong way and I wouldn't be "perfect" and people would notice.  I remember Ken and I having discussions about this and me crying over being nervous when we would go somewhere new to eat on our dates.  Even now I have to ask the Lord for strength and courage to go into new places at times.  Some days it doesn't bother me but some days it is a true struggle.  I don't like calling people on the phone because I am afraid there will be silence and I won't have the right thing to say.  I don't volunteer to do certain things because I am afraid I won't know how to do them "perfectly" and someone might make fun of me because of it.  

God is working on me in these areas.  It took a LOT of courage on my part for me teach fitness classes at my church.  I was incredibly nervous and scared that I wouldn't do it "perfectly".  I still get nervous when a new person comes in class.

So, what exactly is perfection?  Webster defines it as "freedom from fault or defect; flawless".  I am certainly not without fault or defect but you know what the only person who is flawless is Jesus.  I am so thankful that I can lean on him and cry out to him when I feel overwhelmed by my lack of perfection.