I Don’t Want to Be Miss Flabby Pants

The keto life is the life for me! I am still blown away at how my sugar and starch cravings have dissolved like sugar in a jug of sun tea.

The pounds are slowly slipping away, and the inches lost are showing in my clothes. But here’s the thing. I’ve been a fat girl since 1990. If I don’t exercise, I’m going to be Miss Flabby Pants.

I want to be fit and strong, and diet alone isn’t going to make that happen.

This summer has been a season of recovery. Foot surgery is a wooly booger! I tried on a pair of shoes Wednesday and was astounded about how swollen my “bad” foot still is. It’s sore and downright annoying. But it’s time to get moving.

It’s time to start walking short distances and build up from there.

It’s time to start strengthening my core and my arms.

It’s time to get strong in body as God continues to strengthen my spirit.

I’ve done this weightloss/fitness thing so many times. I could retire now if I could get a full refund  on all the diet books and fitness plans I bought over the years. I bet I’m not the only one.

I don’t want a plan. I want a life.

I believe I’ve found a way of eating that will work for me for the rest of my life, but exercise is a little tougher for me. Between my bent toward laziness and my terrible physical condition, it will be a long time before I enjoy exercise.

Help me, fit people! Here’s what I’m looking for.

  • Something that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. I’m a public school teacher, for heaven’s sake!
  • Something that doesn’t require a lot of special equipment. I am due for a new pair of athletic shoes, though. Suggestions welcome.
  • I want variety, but my uncoordinated self needs time to become confident in specific exercises. The crossfit-type programs are a little too fast-paced for me.
  • I want to develop more stamina and a better sense of balance. Yesterday, I tried to stand on my bed to dust the ceiling fan, and I almost fell to my death! (Ha)
  • I want to discover the energy you fitties say comes from exercising regularly. I’ve never stuck with it long enough to experience that mysterious thing!
  • I want to tighten my muscles so this weightloss that’s happening doesn’t turn me into a saggy-skinned mess.

While I don’t think my BMI is top priority for God, I do think He wants me to make the most of each day. Physical fitness is one way I can do that.

Lord, help me push past my flabby ways to discover the strong girl underneath. I want every step I take to bring pleasure to Your heart. In Jesus’ Name I pray, AMEN



When a Second Grader is Your Role Model

My creaky body is finally finished yelling at me for going to kids camp. I swear, even my hair hurt when I got home! But oh, what a time it was!

The kids were flat-out phenomenal. I couldn’t get over how the older kids looked out for the younger ones. It’s obvious Woodridge kids are getting some solid Bible teaching and some excellent parenting.

I can still hear their laughter as they played. I can still see their red, sweaty faces after they played ga-ga ball in the muggy Louisiana heat. Oh, and I can still smell ’em, too! Ha!

I was blessed to spend time with a wide array of age groups. I had the 4th-6th grade girls in my cabin, a mixture of all the grades in my Trash Band break-out track, and the 1st-2nd graders in my small Bible group.

There wasn’t a kid I didn’t like, but there was this one girl—she inspired me without even trying.

She’s a freckle-faced second-grader with enough spunk and sweetness for a whole Brownie troop. I loved watching her in action. She got along with everyone. The quiet ones and the loud ones. The young ones and the old ones. The boys and the girls. She seemed so comfortable in her own skin.

In small group, she listened and led by example. Oh, and she asked me to explain how God and Jesus are the same person. Can I just say that wasn’t in the curriculum? She seemed satisfied with my answer, though. I hope God was!

One afternoon, she walked up to me and took my hands in hers. With a concerned face, she asked, “How come you have all these bo-boes on your arms?”

Over the last few years, I developed a stress-related skin problem on my arms. When anxiety hit, I caught myself digging at those wounds. Long story short, my arms are scarred and still healing some, but, like my heart, they’re getting better every day.

My sweet girl’s compassion touched me deep. I hugged her and said, “Oh, I was a little sick for a while, but I’m getting better! No worries.”

I was telling her the truth. Every day, I feel stronger body, mind and spirit. I’m hungry again—for God and for life.

I want to be like my little second grader role model. Curious and compassionate. Friendly and focused. Unhindered and unafraid.

A few months ago, a FB friend posted this meme on her page.

I found myself commenting, “I don’t think I have one of those.”

I was so low. So heavy in spirit. I honestly didn’t see a way out. I couldn’t sense God’s presence, and I was too tired to care. I couldn’t remember ever feeling confident, free and unafraid.

Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me. I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God (Psalm 69:1-3 NIV).

These last couple months have been miraculous. God is healing me in every sense of the word. My foot is healing from surgery slower than I’d like, but my heart and mind are pulsing with hope and purpose.

I waited patiently for the Lordhe turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him (Psalm 40:1-3 NIV).

I think I do have one of those girls inside me. A girl like my freckled-faced camper. A girl like the one in that meme. A girl brimming with confidence and laughter and limitless potential. It’s gonna be fun finding her!


Thank you for bringing me back to life! I don’t want to waste a minute of this joyful existence. May the new song you’ve placed in my mouth draw others to Your heart. 

I know there are countless folks out there just like I was. Stuck in the muck and losing hope. Please rescue them just like you did for me. Use me in any way you wish. Give me divine appointments with broken hearts. Use my story to extend hope to people barely hanging on.

I am Yours, AMEN

Has God brought you through to the other side? Who can you use your story to help today? Are you in the middle of the muck and plumb out of hope? I’d love to pray for you. Leave a comment or message me through the contact tab. We’re on this journey together!