Pulling Inward…

Writing and words come only when they come.  


I am passionate about so very much whether it be sharing my mommy blunders, fitness and food thoughts, or encouragement in the area of faith.   All come packaged via this blog–but just humbly after a gentle nudge. 

I truly only write when I feel a nudge, a tug, some sort of inspiration.  

Lately I have been nudged and tugged to pull inward.  I am hungry to read, to journal, to read more and journal more.  Slowness and simplicity are the words that are consistently the message of my reading and writing.  

When I designed my blog I hoped it would serve as a way to connect with people that I love.  I hoped it would be an “invitation” to a slow, sweet moment together.  That is still my hope for this blog.  I am waiting and listening for my next entry but realized that until we sit down again “to coffee”…I will need to have a more clear direction and be nudged, tugged, and inspired. 

In the meantime, I would encourage you to take this lenten month to slow down.  To reflect–draw inward.  

I sense there will be much more that I have to say about slowness and simplicity in the future, but in the meantime I will leave you with a few profound words from Lily Tomlin…

“For fast-acting relief from stress, try slowing down.”  

Strong is the new beautiful…and I am finding that SLOW is also quite beautiful!

May our next cup together be sweet, inspired, and sipped slowly.

Jenni

Taking Thoughts Captive…

We tweet and twitter our thoughts.  We blog them and log them and even run and jog with them.   They are everywhere and in everything…they are constant and for many of us they dominate our mood and even our very lives.   

There are some thoughts that never make it on our facebook wall…they are not “pinned” as interests.   Those thoughts, they plague us.

Our thought life can set us free or shackle us. 

Janine and I feel that it is crucial to develop a practice of “taking our thoughts captive”.  Holding them in time and space and then if proven toxic…releasing them to the garbage where they belong.  The exercise that we have developed for this week of the challenge is one that acknowledges we all have thoughts that are not always building or encouraging.  They are a force to be reckoned with.   While standing in front of our mirrors “exposed” we certainly may be filled with words or phrases that are not constructive.  They also might follow us through carpool, to a business luncheon, or even creep in while having a peaceful quiet time alone.   No matter what moment of the day a thought floats in; if it is an unwelcomed ‘intruder”, recognize it as such.  Take the thought captive.  Don’t soul search and wonder where it came from or why it is there…and certainly don’t entertain it…simply ask it to be gone.  Ask it to leave you alone.  It was uninvited and must be properly escorted out of your beautiful psyche once and for all. 

I make this sound simple and for some it will be.  For others we have had tapes playing over and over for years or even decades.  This practice will take work.  We might take a thought captive and within minutes we must do it again.   It might take weeks or months to master.  It might even take therapy.  This week is a wonderful starting point to acknowledge that we have thoughts that don’t deserve the time that we give them.  The sooner we recognize them for what they are:  toxic and destructive, the sooner we can request their departure. 

Symbolically you might want to write down your negative thoughts…you might want to place them on scraps of paper and trash them…or toss them in to the fire.   If you have faith in God, then release them through prayer.    Be intentional with your thought life.  Find positive words to fill their place.   If you don’t have words, borrow a few mine.  (Even if you only partially believe them…try mine on for size and see where they take you.)
You are beautiful.   A jewel, a rose, a rock, a pearl, a peach, a diamond, a cool breeze, a lily, a shooting star, a sunset, a warm wind,  a soft whisper, a strong rhythm, a sparkling waterfall, a moon beam, a princess, a warrior, a mountain, a raging ocean.

You are a play maker, a trend-setter, a peace-provider, a giver, a dreamer, a healer.  

You are intelligent, witty, strong, whimsical, unique, passionate, creative, humble, powerful, kind, helpful, honest, and wise. 

You were not meant to be shackled…you were made for much more than this. 

You are loved, and lovely. 


May You Be a Blessing and May you Be Blessed,

Jenni

Who Says? What is Beautiful? Video!

In hopes to inspire the women of POWER and women across the nation who are not in the area, we have created a video.  A visual with the questions that Janine and I ask oursevles all the time…

WHO SAYS?   WHAT IS BEAUTIFUL?

Thrilled to share this video and hope that it will spur conversations in your office, among your girlfriends, and even in your homes.

Just showed it to my 7 year old and asked her…”what IS beautiful?”   Her response was astounding…she teared up seeing the women with the lip plates and neck rings.  She said, “what was wrong with their bodies before?  Why did they feel they had to do that?”   I explained that the same women who were the fancy dresses, wearing lots of make up, or were simply “too thin” were trying to alter their body to achieve the standard of beauty in our culture.   Wide eyed she said, “mom, I think true beauty MUST come from the inside then!”   Well said.  Once again, from the mouth of babes.

VIDEO

Thanks sweet Christopher for sharing your skills and time to make this happen.  Your daughter will thank you someday too!

May you be a blessing and may you be blessed!

Jenni

Body Beautiful

POWER Studios are focussed this month on LOVE… 


LOVING THE SKIN YOU’RE IN. 


I realized this month was too good to keep to ourselves and to the confines of our studio walls…

You’re invited to embark on a journey over the next few weeks.  This month in POWER is Body Beautiful:  Love the Skin You’re In!  The theme is “standards and sisterhood”.   Standards of both beauty and health – who sets them?  What are yours?  Do you even have them or have you just been doing “whatever everybody else is”.  Sisterhood – working together to create the change we want to see in ourselves.  Rather than sitting around comparing each other, which usually results in feeling insecure, this is then projected as jealousy, envy, anger or disgust.  Why not build each other up?  Let’s quit comparing and instead reach out and support one another.  This first week in POWER we’d like you to reflect on what beautiful and healthy mean to you. Please answer the questions below. There will be poster boards in POWER for you to hang your definitions up. You may remain anonymous. Or you can email them to us. If you live far away, you can either email them to us at janinepower4me@gmail.com or jennipower4me@gmail.com or if you’re confident enough post them on our facebook page.   You can follow this message and movement as well as join our challenge.  More information will be posted on this blog, as well as http://www.power4me.com, and our p.o.w.e.r. llc facebook page.  

This month is a very important one. A month of reflection, education, inspiration and ultimately love. So we humbly ask of you to please take a few moments throughout this week to reflect on the questions below and tell us your thoughts. 

With much LOVE,
Janine and Jenni



·      Write your definition of beautiful. Think about your definition. What standards is your definition based on?

o      Are these standards the same ones you want your daughter/s or the next generation of girls to use.
o       Who/what has influenced your definition or standards?
o      Has your definition of beautiful changed over the years?
o      What does beautiful look like to someone who was born blind? Lives in a different culture? What if you were on a deserted island? Would you still conform to the same standards? The same “daily beauty routine”?



·      What does it mean to be “healthy”?

o       What parameters have you set that determine whether or not you’re healthy?
o       Have you achieved them? Are you healthy?
o       Would you consider your family healthy?
o      Does size/weight determine health? What about BMI?
o      Do you have an objective means to measure health?



Feel free to post your answers (or parts of them) to these questions in my comments section on my blog.   I value your honest answers to tough questions, I know other women will be inspired by your honesty and vulnerability.  

So much more to come…stay tuned and stay beautiful! 

May you be a blessing and may you be blessed!

Jenni 

Hands Off My HO HOs!

Why is FOOD so doggone personal?   Why does the hair on the back of our necks raise when we are confronted with something different than our own diets or preferences?
I keep wandering down memory lane to just over 3 years ago when Janine issued a Nutritional Challenge—a “Clean Eating” Challenge for her studio.  I keep trying to remind myself why I was SO ticked at her and at the suggestion that my food might be “dirty” in some way?  I NEVER want to forget where I was…
Three years ago I worked out so that I could eat whatever I wanted.  I ate when I was hungry or when something looked or smelled good.  I ate for the joy of eating.  I ate when I was bored, lonely, angry, tired or depressed.    Food was a social common denominator:  every event whether it be a party or a play date,  food found it’s way in to the equation.  Food was comfort.  Food was a friend.  Food was entertainment.  Food was not in any way “fuel”.    That was a foreign concept.
I took the challenge because I was preparing to join P.O.W.E.R.’s staff and eventually own my own studio.  It would seem highly inappropriate for her first employee to throw a tantrum about the “RIDICULOUS” challenge she had put forth.  I spent the first week whining to the other pod girls about the fact that I could ONLY eat lettuce, and lettuce with NO dressing at that.  I complained, went to stores, read ingredients, got annoyed and went home empty handed.  I didn’t have TIME for this.  I didn’t have the stomach for it…literally.
Our family was not “so far” off the beaten path when it came to food…was it?  Sure we ate out SOME but not every night.   We ate vegetables…or at least brocolli and carrots…and I loved salads.  We didn’t deep fry everything that was placed in front of us and we didn’t eat a ton of red meat.  We drank sodas, but we were not addicted.  I loved cran-apple juice and probably drank 2 gallons a week.   We liked dessert and had sweets available but it was not an every day occasion.  Our kids didn’t eat white bread…but what was wrong with “fruit chews” that come in Disney Princess and Cars shapes?   What was high fructose corn syrup and why was it so “evil”? 
Apparently everything on our grocery list was “dirty” except for the broccoli and carrots and even our whole wheat bread had problems.  I was finding every excuse in the book to dump the challenge.  I didn’t have time to find new recipes; I was studying like crazy for my personal training license.   We didn’t have the money to buy less processed foods, never mind organic while my hubby made just over $40k a year?!?  Besides, I had three small children 3, 2, and 8 months…there was NO WAY I could get them to do this.  Did I mention my husband was a “meat-aterian” and balked at most new vegetables that I brought to the table?  This wasn’t going to work!
The first week I rolled my eyes, complained and simply refused to be apart of the madness.  The studio was buzzing though.  Women were complaining but also attempting this insane challenge.  I looked at their lives and went back to my excuses:  “yes, but she is single and doesn’t have to make 2 meals or find a ton of new recipes!”  “Yes, but her hubby brings in more cash each month!”  “She is a stay at home mom and totally has time for this!” And yet, their enthusiasm was wearing me down.  That weekend I went back to the store and started again.    I came home with a bunch of “tasteless” things and a higher grocery bill!  The 2nd week I probably ate clean 3 of the 7 days.  They were not fun and I remember feeling like I was eating like a gerbil.   I was eating more often and that was a pain because I didn’t have time to stop (yet again) to eat something!  I did not feel a difference in my energy level and was in general agitated by the process.
The 3rd week I think I added another day to a grand total of 4 out of the 7 days “clean”.  I did this partly due to peer pressure and the desire to potentially win a prize!  The conversations at the studio helped and I realized that I was going to have to resign to the process if I was going to get through the next 6 weeks.   I put together a facebook group…a “support group” of sorts, where P.O.W.E.R. girls could come together, complain, share recipes, and finish out the challenge before the holidays hit!   Somewhere between week 3 and week 9 my attitude slowly shifted. I found a few recipes that I liked and I found that I was actually not preparing as many “meals” as I was eating healthy, “substantial snacks” throughout the day.  
Somewhere between week 4 and week 9 my clothes became a little looser which was nice.  (It was jeans season and I HATED the out of the dryer, suck in and pray they button dance I used to have to do!)   Amazingly, I think I might have even dropped a jeans size by the end of the challenge.  THIS, (if I am honest) and this alone was motivation to continue considering what it would be like to shift to a “cleaner” diet.   So I began to educate myself more on WHY people should eat less preservatives and more whole foods.  I began to find out what was IN my sodas and juices.  I began to read, research and became absolutely convinced that this was a better way.  
Interestingly, and I SWEAR this is not just what healthy people who eat plants say, my food preferences CHANGED.  
I did not CRAVE sugar, sweets, salty, and fatty foods.  As a matter of fact, I distinctly remember eating a piece of processed candy and felt slightly disgusted by the “fakeness” of the flavor.  (I—gasp—spit out the Reeses cup that my child brought home for Halloween!)   This was such a shock to my system as I was sure that this was just what people “said” happened but deep down I knew it would never be true for me!   I began craving water, fruit, and vegetables,. 
My body was leaner, it moved more quickly, I had more energy and it even was more “flushed”…things moved through more naturally.  (Sorry if this is TMI!)   Over the past 3 years our family has slowly continued to change and transform our nutrition to what it is today…SUPER CLEAN!   My hubby eats and tries all vegetables that I serve.  He actually orders vegetables on his own merit—and lots of them!  It took a good amount of education to get him there, but he is there.  My kids eat lots of fruits and veggies and the processed snacks are to a minimum.   If their snacks aren’t homemade, I can pronounce and tell you what is in their food, where as before most of their snacks were chemically engineered!   This actually does help me to sleep better at night. 
The month of October (and now April) is exciting in the POWER studio as women are going to be given a similar challenge to the one that was put forth 3 years ago.  I want to remember.  I never want to forgot how angry I was.  I never want to forget how HARD it was.  I never want to forget all the reasons (most valid!) for a need to keep things the way they were and avoid change.  I also never want to forget where that challenge brought me!  If I haven’t thanked her—I should—Janine, THANK YOU for making me start the journey.  I am a MUCH healthier version of myself.  My kids will hardly have memories of processed food in our home and my husband, too, is a grateful man for this lifestyle change. 
Much more to come on this subject!   But as you consider the challenge placed before you, be ENCOURAGED, take HEART it IS a journey WORTH taking! 

  

As Seasons Change…So Do Our Choices

As the seasons change…isn’t this the first official day of fall?  I sensed a nudge to write…
I really write when inspired.  I write when there is a divine tug or nudge, and that inspiration turns in to words on a page.  This morning while sitting quietly and reading I sensed that nugde.  I wanted to give everyone a “breather” from my wonderful but oh-so-heavy discussion of “lies”.  
Here we are on the first day of fall and I am ready for a new season of this blog to unfold.  Yet I quite honestly have not gotten a sense of how or what this will look like.  I anticipate my blog “going under construction” for a while in October so PLEASE bear with me as it will be a work in progress!   I also intend to stay very closely tied to P.O.W.E.R.’s website and our  “POWERFUEL EATING MONTH” so be prepared to receive inspiration on nutritional challenges, as well as given great tips and recipes throughout the month!  
Recently I spent time with a friend.  A friend who had been hurt deeply by her spouse.  For some marriages it might have been the beginning of the end.   This may have meant divorce, or just a slow bitter root that was allowed to grow to the point where eventually all intimacy in the marriage would have been choked out.  This woman and her husband chose a tough road of counseling, of “dating” one another, and ultimately they chose forgiveness.  As we caught up I asked how things had been going, she said, “It’s still hard, but we are working toward wellness every day.”  She also reflected that the changing of seasons had helped.  She actually looked at the fall as a new season of life.  She looked to the fall and to the future with hope.  I was so inspired and encouraged to hear this and believe that so much of what we choose in our daily life brings joy or despair.  There could have been a much different end to her story but she is choosing to forgive and love when she didn’t have to.   
I do not know what summer held for your life.  I do not know what difficulties you faced with family, friends, finances, a child or spouse.  I do not pretend to think that the things that you endured were easy. I do believe that “God’s mercies are new every morning…” (Lamentations 3:22).   Therefore you can believe as we turn the page from summer to fall that you are being given a fresh season to embrace life.   I could not help but recall what the famous dramatist and diplomat of France, Paul Claudel, said with such wisdom and faith: “Jesus did not come to explain away suffering or remove it. He came to fill it with His presence.”

May you be a blessing and may you be blessed.

A Collection of Truths

I am a truth teller, always have been always will be.  I know that at times the truth hurts.  I also know that the truth can set us free. 
In the midst a lot of push ups, sprints, burpees, and bench presses I am committed to forcing the women in my pods to do mental exercises.  This particular exercise was so good that it was worth repeating.  I asked my podstars to share a lie (or lies) that they believe about themselves.  It is often difficult to distinguish between a truth and a lie…here are a few distinguishers.  Lies are never constructive.  These particular “lies” that I am speaking of are things that you run over and over in your mind.  They can be all-consuming.  They are almost always negative.  They are rarely motivating or a good use of our thought lives.  These words or phrases actually defeat us and can effect the way we interact with others and live out our days.  Because we fail to recognize them as lies, we allow them to sabotage who we we desire to become.  
As we all know, and what I have been able to experience in a very real way in my studio, is that the physical, the psychological, and the spiritual are all intertwined and are not meant to be separated.  Since the women in my pods sense this as well, they did not restrict themselves to lies that simply related to fitness and nutrition.  Instead they shared lies that pervaded all parts of their lives including the physical.
I discussed with my girls that I hoped they would be willing to share some of their personal lies so that others in the group might be able to shed light and speak truth over them.  Anonymously they gave me their lies and then I posted them throughout the studio.   The job of the women in pod was to combat those lies.  They were to pick several lies that were not their own and speak truth over them.  My sweet pod girls were tremendously raw and transparent.  I was struck by their candor and I realized it would be “blog worthy” as I am certain most of these lies are common if not universal
I am going to share only a cross-section of these with you for the sake of this remaining a blog and not turning in to a novel…but my hope is that you too might be courageous enough to be honest and ask yourself tough questions.  My hope is that you might be willing to dig deep with the intention to find truth
Tonight I will leave you with the themes of my next 4 blogs…
Nutrition – I will never be as disciplined with food as I am with exercise.  Food controls me.  I am an emotional eater.  I cannot eat or I will gain weight. 
Weight Loss, Exercise, and Body Image – I have to keep losing weight to feel beautiful or to feel like I am accomplishing my exercise goals.  I will never get rid of my pudge, double chin, belly fat from having kids, etc.  I will never be at my desired weight.   Skinny is beautiful…nothing else is. 
Feeling like I am never enough – job, family, wife, friend, etc.  I give all I have but still feel defeated at the end of each day.
Balance – between work and being a mom…this will probably be posted on a Mommy Confessions Monday in the near future! 
I hope you will join me on this journey as I share my collection of truths.  Truth that I was able to share with my pod girls and truths that they were willing to share with one another.   The truth can set us free.  

Pounds of Laundry, Poop Stains and Perfection…

No one who knows me well will tell you that my greatest gift is tidiness.  After several years of raising two babies 17 months apart, I stumbled across this quote:
“Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before the snow has stopped falling.” Phyllis Diller
 A dear friend of mine just had a baby and she said their laundry baskets have been converted in to their “dresser drawers”.  I can relate!   This quote was freeing and I tried to let its truth wash over me daily.  I battled the internal conflict of trying to keep everything perfect around me and tackle the overwhelming tasks before me. 
Janine and I recently had a great conversation that led to the idea of this blog.  She explained that last week her pod girls had to use the restroom and along the way, they had to pass by her laundry room.   It was laundry day and her boys had piled up their laundry all down the stairs and dirty clothes were billowing out of the laundry room spilling on to the hallway floor.   Apparently women were practically stepping over the piles to get to her facilities!  Upon arrival to the restroom they were greeted by poop stains in the toilet.  I am certain that during my son’s potty training stages, my pod girls were met with unflushed toilets, an abandoned pull up, or possibly even spillage on to the floor from a missed attempt.   They also have walked in to my kitchen following our family dinner and have seen dirty dishes on the table along with piles of bills and other stacks of  “precious school memorabilia” that no one wants to part with!   My night pod is almost always greeted by a pantless 2 year old, as my Joshua has not figured out how to pull his pants back up after going potty.  I used to apologize for this—but now I know that it is a season…the dishes always get done, the memorabilia gets filed, and my boy will learn to wear pants (hopefully before college)!
Janine and I chatted about the implications of our homes and families’ on “display” and the fact that it is quite freeing not only to us, but probably to our clients to see that we are HUMAN.  We live normal lives and we are doing our best to delicately balance family, work, our health, and our spiritual lives.  In balancing these precious legs of our stool*, priorities shift.  If we held to the desire to keep the perfect house, have perfectly dressed (and behaved) children, maintain the body of our 19 year old selves, prepare healthy gourmet meals each night, keep the corners dusted, and the toilets poop-stain-free, we would be trying to keep up a persona that is not humanly possible.  It is fiction.
Today my encouragement is this…extend yourself some grace.  Steer clear of perfection.  Take care of the essentials.  Then, stop and read a book with your child.   Go play tag, shoot a few hoops, look in to their eyes and tell them you love them!  Put down the broom, dust pan, or spatula and go for a run or a swim.   At the end of the day, ask your spouse how their day was and then listen…really listen.  Leave work on time or a few minutes early, call a friend and go grab coffee.  Read a book, journal or pray.  As you exchange a “perfect life” for a more balanced stool*, embrace the pounds of laundry and the poop stains in the potty…they are probably signs of a life being well lived.
*The 4 stool legs spoken of in our studios are family, work, wellness/exercise, and our spiritual/quiet reflective life.

Love the Skin You’re In

Wellness Wednesday encourages you to… 
Love The Skin You’re In

Six women.  A barrage of squats, burpees, and lunges have led to sweat…and lots of it.  The scene is my studio and the night is like any typical Monday or Wednesday at 7pm.   The same 6 women come through my door for training…some tired from a long day of work, others are excited about the challenge ahead, and some are a little nervous as each pod night looks and feels a little different..  This night is no different than the rest…except that my A.C. is on the fritz.  The room is considerably warmer.  The 90 degree weather outside and the physical activity inside is producing quite a sauna effect.

“It’s too hot in here, Jenni!!” they complained.  I explained that sweat is good for the body to release toxins, but the positive spin on the situation was not appreciated. Then it happened.  Patty, my 59 year old client who trains with a bunch of 20 and 30 year old women, tucked her shirt into her bra.   Such a simple solution to the heat, but it turned out to be one of the most profound actions that has occurred in my studio to date.   I smiled and announced to the room, “Yep—Patty is getting naked!”  The next thing I know one by one the shirts came off.  One by one, woman after woman was working out in her sports bra.   I have women of all different ages, shapes and sizes.  There was no concern for the 6’ x 10’ mirrors that surrounded them.  There was no concern for the fact that some of the bellies had not seen the sun in many years.   All that mattered is that they were in a safe place with other women who were working toward a common goal: to become healthier stronger versions of themselves. 
The moment stopped me in my tracks.  I have trained several hundred classes and pods before—but never before had the environment and the situation been “just right” that 4 of the 6 women in the room felt comfortable enough to take their shirts off and work hard.  This level of vulnerability was beautiful.  
In this moment a statement was being made:  I am comfortable in my own skin.  I am comfortable in this place and with these people, and I love myself and my body, imperfections and all.  I don’t need to wait until I am a size 2 or at an optimal body composition for someone to see my belly button.  They listened to an inner voice that said, “it’s hot in here—if I were by myself I would probably take off my shirt and wear my bra—I don’t care who is watching, I am comfortable right here and right now—it’s hot–the shirt’s coming off!”  
Janine and I dream that women will find this type of security and comfort in and outside of our studios.   I think it is only here that a woman will then be able to continue to move through transitions with her body and her life.  If we cannot accept who we are today, but instead constantly hate the place where we are, we have not surrendered to the process.   And get this: I believe Life IS the process.   If we spend countless hours worrying, comparing, and wishing things to be different, then we are wasting precious life moments.  Those same moments can be spent in acceptance of who we are now and excited about where we are headed in the future!   We must first accept and love ourselves right where we are, knowing that we will NEVER be perfect.  Yep I said it, and let me repeat it:  we will never be perfect. 
Just when we think we have the perfect skin…wrinkles start to appear.
Just when we think we have the perfect jean size…skinny jeans come in style.
Just when we think we have the perfect smile…the dentist suggests veneers.
Just when we think we have the perfect chest…gravity takes the twins down south!
Just when we think we have the perfect (fill in the blank)…this world distracts us from a place of contentment and encourages us to strive for something different.  
We must be thankful for a body that moves freely.  For legs that are able to run and jump.  For arms that can lift and hold.  For a brain that brilliantly tells our body where and how to move in perfect unison.  We must be thankful for the opportunity to wake up and move each day.  To feel sore!   We must be thankful for a body that can run, kick, jump, or swim.  For a body that can embrace those we love, and playfully lift, carry and race our children at the park.   We must be thankful for the curves (or lack of them) that make us uniquely individual and make us who we are.    Internal and external transformation falls upon those who actually are thankful for the skin they are in—right now.   
Those same women in my little “sauna” that night were not looking around sizing one another up.  They were not concerned with how their clothes fit, how so and so’s squat looked, or whether or not they were sweatier than the rest of the women in the room.  They were fully focused on the task at hand.  There were no comparisons.  That is a rule in P.O.W.E.R. studios…and most of the time the rules are respected.  In comparison there is self-loathing, or wishing, or wanting, and it is toxic.  Each journey looks different. We must embrace the journey that we are on.    It will steal our joy to constantly be comparing ourselves to others.   The sooner we can keep our eyes fixed on the task at hand and the journey WE are on, the sooner that we can stop trying to keep up with the “Mrs. Jones’ body, physique, jean size or convertible for that matter”!
When we strive for the body of someone else…and start chopping women in to pieces, “I would like her Kelly’s legs, Amy’s arms, and Abbie’s stomach… we are creating a completely unrealistic version of ourselves..    Bodies are shaped differently…they (even when lean) look VERY different.  If my sweet Patty was constantly looking at the 20 year old who is a size 0 and wishing she could be in her skin…with everything perky and in place, she would leave each week deflated and beating herself up for the ways she is constantly coming up short.  She would miss the absolute blessing of the journey she is currently on.  A journey that is committed to building strong bones and beating osteopenia without medication.  In the process she has become stronger than she has ever been in her lifetime.  She is replacing fat with muscle, her body continues to transform to a healthier, stronger, leaner version of Patty.  I could not be more proud of this woman as she is a picture of loving the skin that she is in and embracing each step of the journey. 
Those precious six women taught me a powerful lesson that night.  One that is worth sharing with others.   Change starts from the inside out.  Change starts with vulnerability. Change starts when we feel safe.  Change starts when we stop comparing ourselves to others.  Change starts when we love ourselves right where we are.  Change starts when we recognize simply—“it’s hot and I don’t care who’s looking…I don’t care what shape or size I am…I am taking off my shirt.”  Thank you night pod for inspiring women and me…for challenging others to look at the larger picture of this life and say—I am ready to embrace the skin I am in! 

100 Cups of Coffee – The Genesis

Just about 15 years ago I was a part of a wonderful ministry called Young Life where I shared my life with teenage girls.  I spent countless hours laughing, doing wild and crazy (not to mention illegal) things like Chinese fire drills with 10 high school freshmen crammed in the backseat of my Toyota Corolla!    

Those same teenagers with whom I shared laughter, tears, and countless memories are the same girls with whom I shared TRUTH.  Truth spoken to a broken heart, a broken family, or a broken dream.  With some I would share the ultimate truth of God’s Redeeming Love.  We would sit over Bojangles sweet tea, walk around the lake, or sip coffee, and I would listen.  Then at just the right moment God would often grace me with a little nugget or small simple truth.  It seemed timely and relevant and I was always relieved, as I recognized it was nothing that I personally had contrived but it was led by His Spirit.  

Over the years I watched these young girls grow up to become beautiful young women.  Women who are smart, successful, real, and full of life.   Some work for corporate America, others for a local church, still others are teachers, many are moms. Women with whom I would LOVE to sit down and grab a cup of coffee.  God has me in a wonderful stage of life.  Life full of laughter, and craziness, but my laughter and craziness are often in response to a small naked two year old wearing a red cowboy hat, not a Chinese fire drill with 10 teenage girls!   

Recently God tugged on my heart…He has prodded me to write.  I laughed, “Really Lord…ME?  I love to write but where is the time?  Most of my writing is personal and ‘for your eyes only.’  Besides, who will read it?”  I went back and questioned, “Are you sure?”  The response was clear…”WRITE.”  I realized that as much as I long to write, I also long to connect with those sweet young women (and women like them.)   I would love to sit down and catch up.  I long to listen.  I long to be a small voice of truth who brings a timely word of encouragement.  

Six and a half years have passed since I spent hours upon hours sharing sweet tea and Starbucks…I have embraced a new journey.  A journey of motherhood.  A journey of play dates and play dough.  On this journey I have relied more than ever on God’s mercy and grace as I fasted from some of my more natural gifts and have learned to let Him humble me as a mother of three.   Even more recently my journey has taken me to places of encouraging women in their physical wellness, helping them to find inner strength.   Through my journey of motherhood and personal training I have also met wonderful women with whom I would love to sit down and share a cup of coffee.   But alas the hours in the day are short and presently devoted to such sacred things as potty training, grocery shopping, preparing pods, (did I mention praying?!) and just trying to keep my head above water.  Each day I pray for a razor sharp vision for exactly how He would have me spend my moments.  Unfortunately, coffee with old friends and new acquaintances fall to the bottom of the priority list.    It is simply not possible, and therefore I am looking forward to sharing 100 Cups of Coffee with whomever would like to show up.  Although I will terribly miss the listening part, I pray that you will be blessed and pray that God will humbly use just some small sentence to strengthen, challenge, and encourage you along the way!


May You Be a Blessing and May You Be Blessed!

Jenni