Afraid

Someone came into my work a couple of weeks ago with one motive.  She had no business to do, no questions to ask, or problems to fix.  Instead she wanted to spread warmth, joy, and happy things to everyone she could find.  She sat at my station, holding my hand, and expressing over and over again how special, important, beautiful, and desired by God I am.  She went on for roughly 20 minutes at my window alone, and EVERYONE within sight in the building received the same message.    

It was weird, annoying, and beautiful all at the same time.  She kept proclaiming what she believed to be God's call on her life: to ensure everyone she came in contact with understood how loved and special they truly are.  After she left, we all had a good laugh; however I could tell everyone had been touched by her words, even if they were too embarrassed to admit that what she did was a good thing.

It made me think.  I have always felt God's call on my life is to show people true, unconditional love. I fail at this miserably, and the only reason I can figure is that I am afraid.  I'm afraid to be that weird, annoying lady who walks into a building and tells everyone they're special.  Silly, right?

I think so.

Of course, there's this thing called tact; but I know there have been times I've felt that nudge to talk to someone, tell them they're beautiful, special, and loved - but I don't.  I am afraid.  "What will they think?  Will they consider me another weirdo with nothing better to do than annoy the crap out of people?"  Probably.  But that should't be an excuse.

Love deeply, my friends.  You never know what God is going to make out of the few moments you may have with a stranger.  This lady made a lasting impression on me, and I am thankful.

A brief hiatus and zero regrets!

Wow. The last two months have been a whirlwind of weddings, birthdays, baby showers, family reunions, and other social events! Anyone on a strict diet understands just how difficult it is to stick with it during social events! Lets just say I slipped a bit. Or a lot. Whatever. 

Back in the day I would punish myself when I failed my diet. I would beat myself up emotionally and deprive myself of anything enjoyable until I was 100% back on the bandwagon. However, this never ended positively. I would accept I was a failure at life who deserved to be fat and miserable forever, and then I would resort to eating bowls of cookie dough while watching Bridget Jones' Diary on repeat for days on end. 

Not anymore. I told myself when I started this Ketogenic lifestyle that I was NOT going to let myself become so self focused that I would let the "diet" rule my life. Of course, I have to be focused when making healthy decisions, and it is a big part of my life; but I will not let a "slip" become a "failure", if you know what I mean. I have not been focused on my diet these last couple of months, and that's okay! All I have to do is start again, which I'm excited to do! 

It really is a freeing feeling when the pressure of a diet no longer rules your life! Now that things have slowed down, I'm ready to jump back into my healthy keto lifestyle. I've learned from the last couple of months, and I refuse to regret them. 

Until next time!