What do you get when you combine subzero temperatures, a 10 month old, three 2 year olds, and a 4, 5, 6, and 7 year old? My morning of course! :) Having my house filled up with eight children was, for a couple of brief hours a realization of my mommy dreams. I always wanted eight kids. Truth is---I still do. (I just can't see me doing pregnancy, late night feedings, pumping, and no sleep six times over again...) But, yeah, for a couple hours, my house was bursting at the seams and it was wonderful.
At one point, all of them (minus the baby) were singing a song that I may have wrote myself...
"If you love Sari (my nickname) and you know it clap your hands..." The sound of all the chubby little hands smacking against each other made my heart so happy! They all loved me. And I love them. What a blissful, crazy, head spinning morning!
So, having eight children around today got me to thinking about numbers.
Numbers, even though we say they don't, really matter.
Zip codes, phone number, area codes, bank account balances---they all matter.
And even though everyone says, "The number on the scale doesn't really matter," we all know it does. Just ask about 99.8% of women who will never share with anyone---not even their husbands---what the scale says. People who have anxiety attacks because they have to step on a scale at the doctors office. Or a person who would NEVER go to a weight loss group simply because someone else would now know the secret.
One of my goals in writing this blog is to share with you boldly and honestly my weight loss battle. And part of that is sharing what I weigh. I can tell you with no hesitation that today I weighed 292.6. I'm thrilled with that number. I'm not ashamed. When I started I was 360 pounds. I wasn't afraid to say it back then either.
I want to empower you not to be held back by that number.
Is your weight important?
Yes, I daresay it is. It's a refection of if you are taking care of yourself---but it's only a measuring device.
Your weight does not define you.
My friends don't love me any more because my weight starts with a 2 now.
My husband doesn't base his daily affection on what the scale reads each morning (PRAISE GOD!)
And, you are still reading my blog after I have openly admitted to all my readers several times just exactly how much I weigh.
Am I saying that you have to start your own blog and announce your weight on it too? Absolutely not.
But, sweet friends, I hope to empower you. Maybe you've been holding back on doing things that are good for you just because of a number. Don't hold back any longer. Go see that doctor and seek better health. Join Weight Watchers and embrace the community support that will help you achieve your goals. Or, maybe increase the trust in your marriage by sharing that number with your spouse. Just stop making excuses because you want to maintain your secret. Friend, let me tell you, that if I can admit how much I weigh today---and how much I weighed two years ago---you can do it too! Let today be the day that "that number" loses its hold on you.