From the laundry basket of the Homegrown Mama
I was going to post about amazing disinfecting qualities of the sun today, but a different topic in Spring Cleaning has been going through my mind lately: Weight loss and cleaning up my attitude about the path necessary to achieve my goals. Here's the thing: in the last 5 years, I've been pregnant 6 times. My 2 pregnancies that have gone full term have had perfect weight gain, but the other 4... not so much. I'm sitting on a good deal of extra weight and although spending a lot of time outside playing with the kids and eating "healthy" foods, it's not budging.
Two months ago, I set myself up with a friend of mine who is a trainer for Mommy and Me Fitness and have been working like a mad woman ever since. I've drastically changed my eating habits, so much that I'm personally consuming a minimum of 15 pounds of raw vegetables and fruits a week. Yet, no matter how many classes I attend a week, no matter how few calories I consume per day, I haven't seen much of a difference on the scale. Last night, while running with the class, I was so tired. I fell further and further behind the class and just couldn't get it together to even start to catch up. Back in my college days, I used to pray while I ran. I would pray for strength and for the people in my life who need strength. So I started praying last night and soon enough, I was bawling as I ran. I finished class and went home, where I sobbed to my husband about how frustrated I was with my growth.
That's what exercise is, though. Growth. This Spring as I clean out the flower beds and plan my garden, I anticipate growth. I know that with my garden, it takes time. There isn't a quick fix and poof! Harvest! We spend time with our gardens; choosing the right plan, the right seeds, we water and cultivate and are patient. How then does it figure that as I am so careful and patient with my garden, I cannot be patient with myself? How is it that I resist all the chemicals touted to improve my garden's production, I am sometimes tempted by the infomercials on tv? And how is it, that I'm willing to spend hours on my knees weeding, but running another 2 minutes is just too much?
Last night, as I rubbed my aching legs, I realized that right now, I need to treat my self the same way I treat my garden. I need to be patient, gracious and dedicated. I need to spend time weeding out the poor attitudes of defeat and discouragement. I need to make sure I'm getting enough water and enough proper feeding. When the time is right, I'll harvest if I can be faithful.
How about you? Has your garden inspired any changes in your mindset this Spring?