Showing posts with label changes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label changes. Show all posts

Monday, July 6, 2015

Say what!?!?

So anyone who follows me in Facebook or even Instagram or Twitter knows I have upped my workout/ heathy food posts. 

Well, there is a very good reason for that! 
This man: 
The father of my children.
My husband
The man I married almost 13 years ago,
The man I started dating over 17 years ago.

He is the reason.
2 weeks ago he was officially diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
My husband
The man who runs every day
The man who goes to the gym at 4AM
Every day
Seriously
This man...
Well. It isn't just fat people who get type 2. 
It can be heredity
Life choices
Or just "luck"
He has it. 
His numbers are horrible and well, I am his wife
It is up to me to "fix it"
It is my fault...
I should have helped him.
But how
Steve has never had to diet
He has never had to watch what he eats
He has never worried about anything he has eaten...EVER!
Now, he is lost
And I have to help him find the shore
We live in an age of technology.
I list every calorie I eat on an app in my phone, I log every step, every mile, every activity, and every picture/grade. 
He has never worried about it. 
I weigh WAY too much, he is in target range
I am a couch potato, he hardly eats potatoes, and yet he needs me to save him, to keep him alive, to help him save his vision/limbs.

ME!

After years of me relying on him, he NEEDS me. 

And I crumbled under the weight of it.

How do I fight his need to eat
How do I?!?! Have any authority when I can't control what I eat and do?!?!?
How can I save him...

Well. I decided to change.

I am making him healthy meals, making myself healthy meals. 
Critiquing every thing he eats
Helping him remember to log
Getting angry when he eats too many carbs
Getting sad in Private that he will not eat like he should...that he will die...that I will be alone... But no tin front of him.
He needs me to be strong
And so, you may see 
Or this:
Or even this:


B cause if I am going to help him, I have to change me as well. And well, I love him, a lot, and so it is worth it. The fight, the struggle, the sacrifices, all for him, for me, for US, and for our kids... 
I fight
So excuse the mess while I am a work in progress, as is Steve. 

If you have any tips on how to help him or me adjust, few free to post/comment! 

We love your love!

~Melendy 



Sunday, March 29, 2015

Home...Week 12 a4a 52 week challenge

I have lived in many places, and all of them would be considered home.

I also have many places in my life that feel like home.

Our physical home is a quaint one.

 We have three bedrooms, one bathroom,a fireplace, a dining room, a yard, a porch, and a garage. It is large enough to host holidays like Thanksgiving and Easter, but small enough that I don't go crazy when we need to clean up. It is feeling awfully cramped lately as our children are growing, and we have been so beyond busy that my clothes sit in baskets next to my bed instead of being properly put away.  However, it is home.

I have learned how to cook here, watched two children take their first steps here, and become a teacher through a lot of hard work here.

there is one thing though. It is always changing. I am constantly rearranging our furniture, our rooms, even whose room is whose.  We cannot change our address, but we can change our space. I am feeling like a change is needed again, so we will be doing a deep de-clutter of our spaces. The boys clothes are becoming outgrown, the school work is piling up, and the de-clutter is necessary.

But the best thing happened this year. I was able to clean off my front porch, and make a space that I have always wanted. A place to rest, and read, or type, or draw. A place to relax at the end of a long day or to be alone in my thoughts. I think it needs a few more touches to be complete, however, I am really happy with how it looks, and how I feel when I come home. To open up the door and see my refuge right there is the best feeling ever.
In doing this, I discovered, that even though our house isn't perfect, nor is it perfectly clean, it is our home. It is where we come together.

home


heart



life

all happen wherever you are!

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