“Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up.” Proverbs 12:25
Guest Blog Today!!!
I struggle daily with anxiety, my confidence, and self esteem about my weight, but that is getting better every day.
I can only do this through The Lords strength and daily prayer. If you are struggling with anything, I am always here to talk. I have learned in my years that sometimes just telling someone about what you are going through is the first step to healing. Because its only then you will see that people will still love who you are with all your scars, brokenness, and baggage.
Today’s blog is featured at Devotional Diva
God makes miracles out of messes, and he sure did that with me and this life experience.
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In May I am doing a blog series “Mess of Me” and I am looking for contributors!
I am looking for stories about struggles in your life and how you persevered. Whatever topic you want to share is up to you. It doesn’t have to be about weight loss. Something that you want to share that would help someone else going through the same thing.
Deadline for submissions is April 30th, 2013 (extended it a little bit) and I am looking at a max of 600 words or less.
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There will also be a book give away (details to come)
I have believed all my life that I am undeserving of success. That, if I put others first, they will love and value me, and that makes me feel loved. I also believe that putting me first is selfish. Growing up with a sick mother and a drunken father I was put into a role very early to take care of my sister and help my mom with things around the house. I was cooking full dinners, cleaning and laundry by the age of 8. This has contributed to me naturally taking care of everyone else but me. Also, by focusing on others it helped me cope with avoiding attention on to me and helped me hide behind my weight. I recently was asked,
“Why aren’t you defining your own worth and letting your insecurities and fears define it for you”
Why can’t I be my own Cheerleader?
I will be the first one to tell you that I am the hardest on myself. (Aren’t we all?) When people say “I can’t believe you did a plank for 1 minute, I think it should have been two. Sadly, I believe we are all trained and taught that we are not good enough, we need to be fixed, and we are flawed. It’s also society has taught us that it’s not acceptable to think of ourselves highly because if so we are “stuck up, arrogant, or full of ourselves” and these really are all insecurities.
If anyone of my friends or my husband loses weight, meets a goal, achieves a dream, I am the BEST cheerleader. I am the first one to be positive, motivating, and inspiring. I need to start doing this for myself. I need to believe that I am worth being honored as much as the honor I give my friends. What is so wrong with cheering on ourselves??? We aren’t bragging, or being conceited, or being better than anyone else. We are loving ourselves, Just like the Lord loves us.
I found a list that I think will help in cheering me (you ) …Us on:
-Speak of yourself positively (remember when you put yourself down you are putting down someone’s best friend)
– When someone compliments you, just breath and say “thank you” (I say “thank you I work really hard”)
– Write down things you appreciate about yourself on a regular basis (you can write something you like about yourself on your mirror or dry erase board where you will see it)
– Buy yourself a little something as a token of appreciation that makes you feel good
– Take time for yourself and by yourself
– Celebrate your successes (big and small)
– If you did 5 more push ups this week than last week – High Five
– did you skip on the donuts at work? – High Five
– did you eat a donut at work? – donuts happen, don’t beat yourself up just move a little more
I don’t know why society decided that its not okay to love ourselves and be confident but remember
“People only rain on your parade because they’re jealous of your sun and tired of their shade”