Year Three, Day 38: HHP Day 4 - Walk Like a Marine!

First of all, I am going to toot my own horn.

I did 500 consecutive rotations on my hoop this morning!

And I've learned to turn in a circle!

Progress is sweet!

I can't believe I am saying this out loud, but I am starting to like my body. Curves and all!

NOTE:  My daily hoop videos do not show my complete workout. In my humble opinion, that would be MOST BORING!

So I am RECORDING just 35 rotations everyday. The reason for my daily hoop videos is part of my experiment. To show that daily hooping, increasing everyday if possible will bring results. I am most determined to be rid of this belly!!!!


Speaking of which, I had a revelation on my  morning walk.

YES! I actually got up and did a brisk morning walk. In the SUNSHINE!

To get my cup of hot bitterness.  This morning I was extra brave. I switched to dark roast. (I usually drink the more mild, "breakfast blend")

Still no sugar. I quite enjoy my black coffee now!


I am feeling better today. After the sourdough toast incident.

On my walk to coffee, I put in my headphones. I often listen to the news in the morning. I want to be aware.  I want to know what to pray about. It often gets my adrenaline up. But lately, it also makes me anxious. I told myself I would catch up on the news later, and starting flipping through channels.

I need new batteries for my little fm radio. I was getting much static!

Then suddenly, clear music broke through.  And the lyrics gave me goosebumps.

God sends me many messages. Some through my fm radio!

 "Who You Are"

Unspoken

"I know that look you’re giving
Like you’ve got something to prove
I have walked for miles and miles
In that same pair of shoes
You refuse forgiveness
Like it’s something to be earned
Sometimes pain’s the only way
That we can learn

You can never fall
Too hard, so fast, so far
That you can’t get back
When you’re lost, where you are is never
Too late, so bad, so much
That you can’t change
Who you are, oooh
You can change, oooh

You believe in freedom
But you don’t know how to choose
Step out of your feelings
Oh, you’re so afraid to lose
Put your feet on the floor
You’ve gotta walk through the door
It’s never gonna be easy
But it’s all worth fighting for

You can never fall
Too hard, so fast, so far
That you can’t get back
When you’re lost, where you are is never
Too late, so bad, so much
That you can’t change
Who you are, oooh
You can change, oooh

So let the ashes fall even if you lost it all
So let the ashes fall wherever they land
Come back from wherever you’ve been
To the foot of the cross
To the feet of Jesus

You can never fall
Too hard, so fast, so far
That you can’t get back
When you’re lost, where you are is never
Too late, so bad, so much
That you can’t change
Who you are
You can change"

After the song was over I had a revelation:

I spend so much of my time trying to see myself through the eyes of others. I've done this most of my life. Part of my insecurity, I imagine.

And I've frankly been sad because I had a feeling the bus driver ("D") that I have a crush on, thinks I'm fat.

Ok. That sounds really stupid. But that is what has been going around in  my messed up mind.  Since the weather has been nicer, I have worn less clothes. The last time I bumped into him, I was going to the gym. I was wearing leggings and a t shirt. The t shirt was a bit snug. And as I chatted with D, I was suddenly quite aware of my belly bulge.

I obsessed on it so much, that I decided to avoid taking his bus. Until I get this belly under control.

But this morning, I got a big knock on the head from above.  I can not know what goes through someone else's head. I certainly do not even know "D"s situation.

But the only one I need to be concerned about is God. How does God see me?

I actually stopped in my tracks. And I repeated that thought.

"Not through others eyes, but through His eyes"

And I instantly felt light as a feather. I practically skipped down the road. And as I did, I recalled my favorite tv show. The one I am binge watching. "Homeland".

I had a huge crush on Damian Lewis. "Nick Brody". He was a Marine who had come back from spending 8 years as a prisoner of war.  After he had healed and was getting back in shape, they showed him in his uniform, walking down the street.

I gasped.

Not just at his manly, physical beauty. But his walk! Proud, and almost with a bounce in his step. Poetry in motion!

So today I am walking like a Marine!

Holding my head high, shoulders back, tummy TUCKED!  And I feel elevated and proud.

Another thought that has been plaguing me is that I feel like I am not giving enough to this world. I have always desired to do something important. To make a difference.

I do not know yet what this is.

After all, I am too old to enlist in the Marines!

On that note, I wish you a happy SUNNY Monday!

Talk to you tomorrow.

Make a difference!  Love beyond measure!

The pastor at my church job used my suggestion for our sign today:

"Love is an action word..."  

It is!

Love,

Zita