100 Pound Loser


"Food does not have any real power over us. Food cannot actually control us. We give food that power. We give it freely, and grossly underestimate the strength we have to take it back." -Jessica Heights in 100 Pound Loser It was the morning after ugly tears about my weight and my wardrobe’s ability to cover it that I saw the post.  Jessica Heights was writing an eBook about that time she lost 100 pounds. Just being reminded that other women have been there brought hope to the puffy-eyed Monday morning (because we all know Sundays are the most difficult day of the week when it comes to … [Read more...]

What I learned through (not) Losing It


I did not lose any weight during the 10 week weight loss competition called "Losing It (not just our sanity)". But I was not planning on losing any weight. I was hoping to become more purposeful about exercise. That did not happen, either. (Though, considering that I averaged exercising 1 to 2 times per week during those 10 weeks is actually very good, considering the average of all the previous weeks of our marriage!) At least I drank lots and lots of water and many cups of tea, to counter all the mugs of coffee and handfuls of chocolate chips! No, I did not lose any … [Read more...]

Summer exercise (or "How a farmer’s wife gauges her weight")


The beautiful weather has arrived, and with it the busyness it brings to our farm.  And suddenly, this farmer's wife has remembered why she doesn't normally need an exercise program. As I carried large rocks from my old herb garden site to put around the newly planted fruit trees, I noticed the newly-fixed wheelbarrow.  I could use it to move the rocks to and fro, I thought, but no, this way I'm building even more arm muscles than I've already obtained carting around my growing girls. Each time I bent to the laundry basket to hang out laundry loads one through seven this week, I was … [Read more...]

Springy Fridayness


Today I… Drank two cups of coffee (because Merritt forgot to take any with him). Did push ups until my stomach muscles hurt (which didn't take very long, considering it was only the second time I've done my exercises this week). Hung laundry out on the line for the first time this spring. Watched my hens like a hawk and still found residue from eaten eggs. Wore my favorite worn-out Levi's and a cute shirt that was my little sister's (no, she didn't get rid of it because it was too big!). Folded dry and very stiff aforementioned loads of laundry (I forgot to put in fabric softener for … [Read more...]

Comical Exercise


My aunt mailed me a Baby Blues comic she’d cut out of the newspaper a few weeks ago.  It depicts the mom trying to exercise like the person on the workout video.  Soon, she’s doing push-ups…with a little person on her back. It’s the stuff of comics, alright.  But Baby Blues tends to be pretty realistic.  And exercise in our house is just exactly that comical.  (When I actually exercise, that is.) My 2-year-old thinks I should be able to do pushups with her on my back.  Or else it’s just that any time I lay on the floor I’m fair game for climbing on.  … [Read more...]

M&M’s and Jesus


When we got home from Town the other night, my husband Merritt was putting away all the groceries we’d bought to stock our cupboards for the summer months.  In the process, he found a bag of Easter M&M’s we’d bought on sale last year after Easter.  And here we’d just been anticipating buying more candy on sale! M&M’s make me think of many happy things—not the least of which is the fact that we served them at our wedding reception, because they were my favorite candy and sported my husband’s first initial (or are they my favorite candy because they have his initial?)! This … [Read more...]

“Touch my toes”

I stumbled through the kitchen.  Bleary-eyed from a night in which I was up with one girl or another more times than I could even remember to count. My husband and daughter were getting breakfast on the table.  I surveyed their progress, stretching as I stood there. “I stwetch, too, Mommy!”  My two-year-old raised her hands above her head imitating my every move.  “Do ex-cises, Mommy?  I touch my toes!”  She bent towards the floor.  Just like Winnie the Pooh does his stoutness exercises. “No, sweetheart.  Mommy’s not ready to do her exercises … [Read more...]

Back on the (exercise) wagon


“I never thought I would see the day when my wife would actually exercise.”  My husband and I have been friends for over half our lives.  Never in those thirteen years has he ever known me to exercise on purpose.  Lively games of badminton (making eyes at each other across the net) and long walks together (holding hands or wishing we were) have been the closest I’ve come.  I’ve made my disdain of exercise something of a personal fashion statement.  Sports-loving athletic girl I am not.  The care-free country girl with the naturally slender figure is much more … [Read more...]

A Disdain of Exercise


I dreadfully disdain exercise. I adore writing, but I abhor diagramming sentences.  I like playing around on the piano, but I loathe practicing.  I delight in a brisk walk, but I detest exercising for the sake of exercise. I grew up with the country girl mentality that gym-style exercise was unnecessary for any man who had wood to chop, any woman who had a child to carry. I remember instructing my young cousins Jennifer and Lindy in the art of being a lady: walk around with your shoulders back and your stomach sucked in, and always wait by the door giving boys the opportunity to be … [Read more...]