On Being 30

 

 

I originally wanted to edit my photo so I looked really old, but my photo skills do not advance past PicMonkey (yet)—so I went with this.

Seriously though. When did I get so old?

I remember my mom being in her 30s—and she was a “mom”, you know—a grown up.

And suddenly I woke up on September 23rd of 2015 and I was instantly 30 years old—which obviously means I am a grown up now. And a mom, actually.

Yesterday, I was just a girl in my 20s—a fresh college grad with the future in front of me—

but today…

well, I’m a new mom with a little bit of a history and a little more baggage and the future is still in front of me (God willing, of course).

And oh how much I have learned…

I have learned that life does not end at motherhood.

I have learned that a mother is also a woman with her own aspirations and interests.

I have learned that I’m not perfect, I’m never going to be perfect—God has grace with me and so I should have grace with myself and with others.

I have learned that no one is perfect and everyone makes mistakes (including me), and because of this I need to forgive.

I have learned that there is no future in the past and that I must look ahead instead of behind me.

I have learned that people (including myself) change for the good, and so I should never give up on anyone (including myself).

I have learned that everyone is fighting a battle of some kind, and so I know to treat others with kindness so as not to add to their battles but to encourage them on to victory.

I have learned how to accept another’s infinite love without doubt, and because of this I have increased my faith.

I have learned that the important things in life cannot be purchased, and so I invest in family and humbly thank God for my provisions.

I have learned that I will never stop learning, there’s always another lesson ahead.

And also,

I have learned that I really, really, really like coffee.

Weigh in Day: A Week on Track

 

I’m happy to report that I had a good week on track following the plan in a sustainable way. I didn’t feel deprived in any way. Perfect!

I was even rewarded with a loss this time. Imagine that!

I lost 1.5 lbs. for a total loss of 7.6 lbs.

I have to keep telling myself that progress is progress—no matter how many times I fall down, I keep getting up and 7.6 lbs. lost is better than 7.6 lbs. gained!

Here are my stats:

	This Week	Last Week
Weekly Points Used:	49/49	-
Activity Points Earned:	21	16
Activity Points Used:	20	-
Total Steps:	47,410	42,333
Weight Loss this Week:	-1.5	+0.6
Total Weight Loss:	-7.6 lbs.

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I look forward to Fridays even though I’m a SAHM. I look forward to hubby being home and helping out. I love just spending time together as a family.

We’re invited to a bon fire tonight, but I’m not feeling well so I don’t think I will go…again. Last year baby girl was sick on the day of the bon fire so we stayed home. This was right around the time that (looking back) I began to have PPD symptoms. I encouraged hubby to go to the bon fire without me when really I didn’t want him to go, but I didn’t want to tell him that.

When he got home I was so angry. I was resentful and hurt. Was this how my life would be from now on—always missing out on everything? That’s how it felt to me. We had a big argument over it all. I was pretty terrible!

Now I know what was going on with me and I can look at the entire situation through a new set of eyes with clearer vision. I will encourage hubby to go without baby and me again, and I won’t blow up at him when he gets home. ha Also, I don’t mind quiet time alone so much anymore.

Anyways, I just went off on a tangent about motherhood that I think I will save for another post! I love when the creativity takes over and the words just flow. But back to this post…

Other than that, I’m not sure we will do much of anything this weekend. I mostly just want to take a nap and wish this sickness away. It’s nothing horrible, it’s just annoying.

This is the last weekend of my 20s. I turn 30 on Wednesday. It’s hard to believe, but my increasingly white hair proves it’s true. It was just a few years ago when I said I still felt like I was 18 years old even though I was in my 20s. Now, well, I definitely feel 30. I think having a child does that to you. I feel like I imagine 30 must feel—not in a bad way, but there’s room for improvement.

What are you up to this weekend? How did you feel when you turned 30? How did you do on the scale this week?

 

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