Sunday, May 24, 2015

Soapbox Rants, Deep Thoughts, and Clever Kid Quotes

SOAPBOX WARNING:
When I look at the body image struggles that continue to persist from one generation to the next, and as pyramid marketers' diet product promotions fill up my feed, I feel like I need to share a few points (truths perhaps) and cautions, not as a doctor or nutritionist for I am neither of these, but as someone who has lived long enough to read mounds of research on health/fitness and to observe every imaginable diet fad or product come and go over the years.

1) If the products have GMOs, dyes, preservatives or chemicals of any kind and have a shelf life longer than your life expectancy, they are probably not very good for you.

2) If the products contain stimulants that increase your heart rate more than a cup of coffee, they will likely increase your risk of heart attack.

3) If the products contain appetite suppressants that enable you to decrease your daily caloric intake by more than 10-20%, they will mess with your metabolism and your body's natural hunger/satiety cues while reducing precious muscle mass.

4) If they include any type of herbs or chemicals that have a laxative effect, they will probably dehydrate your body and tax your kidneys.

5) If the person selling you the product has completed one of the program's "cleanses" more than once a year, then the products create a dieting yo-yo cycle that is difficult to escape. The whole idea of pyramid marketing is to create loyal customers who keep buying the products to create residual income. These products are rarely safe for continued use.

6) The problem with these products is that they deliver fast and dramatic results. You will lose water, and then you'll lose fat. You'll feel great about yourself, have lots of energy, and probably start posting pics of the new you. But too often, consumers are skinny fat because they would rather consume the costly products than exercise. You will be weaker and prone to rapid weight gain. Also rapid weight loss that offers an easy "quick fix" tricks the brain into thinking, "I can binge this week and then cleanse next week." It's like being bulimic in that it negatively impacts the body while creating a very unhealthy relationship with food. If you eat clean more often than not, you don't need to cleanse very often unless you have other underlying health concerns like a leaky gut, in which case you should be seeing a health professional, not those primarily motivated by the potential revenue stream they see in you.

7) If you are overweight and have health risks, then yes, losing weight is a priority, but using products that wreck your metabolism will only put you in worse place in the long run. The healthiest and safest non-surgical way to lose weight and keep it off is to make clean eating and regular exercise life long habits without so many ups and downs with fad diets. Some need a jump start, but be careful and cut calories gradually.

8) Yo-yo dieting with these products not only creates an unhealthy relationship with food, it also creates self hatred for too much of one's worth is placed in how a body looks when what matters far more is what that body can do. Nourish your body with whole foods, as much as your body naturally craves, a few fun foods to keep cravings at bay, and then find something active you want to do (any recreational sport). Have a blast dancing, hiking, skiing, walking, boxing, stretching, swimming, playing tennis, or whatever is your passion. Health should be enjoyable and is all about balance.
After spending the last 20 years trying to gain and maintain the 25 pounds I needed and to become the strongest I have ever been in my life, I am not about to let any diet marketer convince me my body is not acceptable. I'm going to eat to live, enjoy every bite, and stay active doing what I love. I'm not going to stress over the stretched skin from pregnancies, for it is my badge of honor, and a little extra fat here and there will come in handy should I ever get sick and makes me softer to hold. Do not try to convince me to hate my body or to compare it to the empty shell of a person behind that airbrushed image on a magazine cover. God created everyone wonderfully in His image, and our bodies were made to do great things. This body I loathed as a teen has birthed & nursed babies, run marathons, backpacked through Europe, traveled through multiple continents, fed the poor, shared the gospel, served in overseas missions, moved heavy furniture, carried my 10-year-old upstairs to bed, climbed rocks, held and kissed babies, danced for hours on end, tried to keep the house clean, occasionally cooked a decent meal for my family, loved on friends, hugged countless sacred lives, snuggled with my kiddos, been enveloped in my husband's loving arms, and spoken truth. Rejoice in what your body can do and take care of it so it can remain strong and active for years to come. But do not ever despise your body for how it looks, for you were wonderfully and marvelously made.

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With thoughts of my previous post about relishing what the human body can do instead of obsessing over how it looks, I went for a bike ride along the greenway. I pumped the pedals more rapidly that usual, feeling strong and enjoying the gorgeous day, while Pandora Radio belted out Third Day's song "Slow Down" from my phone. Just after I heard these lyrics,
"Tell me to slow down
If You know that I'm going too fast for my own good
Tell me to slow down
If the way is leading to a dead end
Tell me to slow down
Turn around, let me change the way I'm going,"
I rounded the bend to see another biker headed straight toward me in my lane as he was passing a jogger who was in his biking lane. I pulled on the brakes, but my bicycle would not slow down in time. Crash! I had been going too fast to respond in time.

Sometimes God speaks through a gentle quiet voice (1 Kings 19:2). Once He even spoke through a donkey. (Numbers 22) Perhaps this time He was trying to warn me through Pandora Radio.

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Despite being naturally quiet, sensitive, introverted, and easy-going when at home, our son seems to enjoy spending time with friends of all different temperaments, no matter how loud, rough, out-going, energetic, or spirited they may be. He goes with the flow and doesn't seem the least bit bothered by any of their teasing or rough-housing.
 
Yet recently, a certain behavior he has observed has been bothering him, so I probed...
Finally he explained, "The only thing that upsets me is when one of my friends disrespects his mom. No one should ever talk to his mama that way, so I've been telling him to be nice to her."
Oh be still my heart! My dear little knight-in-training, may you grow up to always protect and defend women, especially tired mothers who sacrifice so much to love unconditionally. ‪#‎HisDaddyTaughtHimWell‬

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I've been wrestling a lot this past year over  how to balance speaking the truth in love. My friend Beth once said, "Truth without love is obnoxious, but love without truth isn't really love at all."   I do not wish to offend anyone, yet our sick world is anemic from not consuming enough of the iron of truth which helps us sharpen one another. (Prov. 27:17) Love does not seek to offend, but love might offend when real love demands the truth. If our kids are offended when we tell them not to play in the street or with knives or matches, we will choose to offend them because we love them and want to protect them. If I ever go to see the oncologist for a biopsy result, a cancer diagnosis will certainly be offensive to me, but I would much rather hear the offensive truth than ignore the deadly cancer. So, when someone says something that is not true, whether it feels good or offends, we must dismiss it immediately. If someone says something that offends but is true, however, then let us consider, "Will this truth help me, free me, restore me, or give me life?" Let us not cast aside those who risk reputation and sacrifice popularity to love others with tough love. When I'm hurting, I want truth, and I'm so thankful to have some true friends who love me enough to risk rejection to give me the truth in love.

So after writing down the above thoughts I came across a quote addressing what happens when we excuse God's truth for the world's lies.  This quote struck me to the core when I considered that the U.S. Supreme Court is not deciding on whether or not to redefine marriage even though God defined marriage from the very beginning and the U.S. Constitution pushes those sorts of decisions to the states, and I as consider the millions of babies that are murdered every year through abortion:
"The lie is the death of man, his temporal and his eternal death. The lie kills nations. The most powerful nations of the world have been laid waste because of their lies. History knows of no more unsettling sight than the judgment rendered upon the people of an advanced culture who have rejected the truth and are swallowed upon in a sea of lies. Where this happens, as in the case of declining pagan antiquity, religion and law, poetry and philosophy, life in marriage and family, in the state and society — in short, one sphere of life after another falls sacrifice to the power and curse of the lie. Where man can no longer bear the truth, he cannot live without the lie. Where man denies that he and others are dying, the terrible dissolution [of his culture] is held up as a glorious ascent, and decline is viewed as an advance, the likes of which has never been experienced." (Hermann Sasse, Union and Confession, 1936)
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On the way to school last week, the left brained kid said, "Only 6 more days of school left...I'm counting down the days."

His right-brained sister replied, "I prefer to live each day by itself. Do not wish away your life."

I have much to learn from our first born.

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The next day was the 8-year-old's turn to read aloud the Proverbs passage for the day. When he got to Proverbs 24:26, he read, "An honest answer is as pleasing as a kiss on the lips," and then he cried, "Eww grose!"

It won't be gross for him for long, I fear. 

While his teacher was traveling to go fetch her daughter from college, I got to fill in for lunch and recess duty in his class. He was glad to have me there but acted tough and embarrassed in front of the guys.  I was impressed by the girls in class.  I asked if anyone wanted to come home me and help me spread mulch, and they all raised their hands eagerly. I wish my own kids showed such enthusiasm over yard work.  I also got to split up a fight between boys in another class.  As much as my two argue, I stepped right in, for breaking up fights seemed to be my specialty.  Amazingly, they separated as soon as I gave the first command and after some brief counseling with each of them individually they were ready to resume play showing kindness toward each other.  Wow, I wish it was that easy with my own kids.

Lunch with my boy and all his school friends
 Then that evening, he came to dinner dressed in this costume.
So in one day I got to eat lunch with a few dozen 2nd graders and dinner with the Incredible Hulk.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

5th Grade Fun for our Older One

Our daughter had a difficult transition into our current school last year.  After homeschooling in her PJs and a short stint at a different school "with a homeschool feel" which prides itself in it's lack of structure and relaxed, low stress atmosphere, entering a very strict, private  elementary school was quite a change for her.  While the lessons were all a review of material we went over previously in homeschool, the nitpicky grading nearly drove her mad, and she had one of the strictest teachers in the school.  I met with this teacher more than once with tears streaming down my face begging her not to exasperate my child any further and wondering if my daughter's love of learning would ever return.  The school seemed like such a mistake for her, and she begged me every day to resume homeschooling.

This year has been completely different.  She has made lots of friends and has the most nurturing, supportive teacher imaginable who goes out of her way to help each student achieve his/her goals.  Lately, she's been tutoring my daughter one-on-one after school in math while I tutor high school students upstairs in math. While my tutoring schedule stays full, my own daughter does not want to come to me for math help.  Yet, she really enjoys that special time after school with her teacher.  I can't thank her teacher enough for pouring into her heart and mind and have thanked her profusely.

This year, when I asked her if she would like to be homeschooled again, she said, "No way," for she thrives best when surrounded by other students.  Her class has a reputation for being one of the most competitive and "spirited" classes to ever move through the school.  That reputation concerns me, for our daughter fits that description when in a group of peers.  She puts too much pressure on herself, but miraculously, she is not comparing herself to others, at least not yet.  Instead she rejoices with them when they receive awards she does not.  That character quality in her astounds me.

She pushes herself so much that we don't put any pressure on her academically as other parents seem to do.  We do not help her with her homework or put her any any supplemental programs after school  We do not help her with projects and try not to let school take too much priority in her life, so she can remain well-rounded and enjoy learning. The school wants students to do the work on their own, and we honor that.  We also choose a hands-off approach to teach our kids independence (they pack all their own lunches for example) and responsibility.  When they forget an assignment, I don't always rush to bring it back to them at school.  Perhaps I'm lazy, but I am no helicopter parent, and I'm determined not to place undue pressure on my kids when I see such high levels of anxiety, burn-out, and even suicidal thoughts among teenagers today.

Her class room mom recently shared some photos from various class adventures over the last semester.  Here are some scrapbook pages I made with those pics to remind her of how well she had adjusted to the school by 5th grade.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

I survived, but I'm still weeping...

When I took the 12th grade teaching job, I knew it would it be a big challenge to teach high school seniors for the first time.  I knew it would be even more difficult since I would be teaching an Honors level course I had never even taken myself. The fact that there are so few resources for high school statistics would make it harder, and the students and I were not even given a text. (I would be writing it myself from scratch.) I was given no rubric but encouraged to prepare the highest scoring math students in the school for the AP exam while helping the lowest scoring math students in the school to learn basic critical thinking and problem solving skills and simple algebra so they could keep up with the math whizzes in the same class. Furthermore, I sought to tie every single lesson to a Biblical precept and Scripture verse.   So I knew my first year of teaching would be time consuming.  I knew it would take every ounce of energy I had, and it did.  One student noticed my efforts and told me I was the hardest working teacher he had ever had.  I had to work hard to make up for my inexperience and lack of knowledge.   I had hoped to connect with hurting students who had been unreachable by other teachers to minister to their hearts, and God opened that door.  I'm still amazed at the breakthroughs that took place this last quarter.  A gave one student who struggles most the opportunity to take another test (different questions, same material) for his lowest test grade.  We met together after school, and he actually prepared.  His retake test score was 60 points higher than his first test.  What an amazing difference that made for him in terms of confidence and motivation. I could share so many stories like his that show why I enjoyed teaching so much.  Seeing lives change is the best reward ever. All these students know they are loved.  May they grow every day in their understanding of how much God loves them.

What I did not realize when I took this job is how much I would care for these students. Teaching is hard, but I love it.  Investing in the lives of so many unique students, attending their games and events, tutoring them one-on-one after class, praying over them and giving them Biblical counsel have been exhausting and wholly rewarding.  I never dreamed I would grow to love these students so much.  And while I am excited about their bright futures and look forward to attending their graduation and seeing God work mightily in them, I will truly miss them.  And while I'm excited to be starting up a STEM program at the school next year, I wish I could be working with seniors again.  I'm going to miss teaching this class and have advocated relentlessly for the rising seniors during my last few weeks since I will not get to invest in them as I could this past year as their teacher.

I taught my last new lesson yesterday, and it was bittersweet. As I prepared that last lesson, the finality of it all hit me hard. So I stayed up way past midnight praying for them and even laying down my sarcastic, beastly aura to write them a poem that summarized some of the main Biblical lessons which I had incorporated into our academic lessons. Teaching is not for the sappy of heart. I at least tried to make it humorous or "slappy" (my term for a combination of silly and sappy).



A Pirate’s Farewell Ode

I’m a pirate! That I be!
I sail me ship upon the sea!
I stay up late till half past three!
None’s leavin’ till I set ye free!

If ye want that diploma,
Then ye better walk that line.
Live as a sweet aroma1,
And stay rooted in the vine2.


Remember what I told ye
‘Bout the deception all around3.
Shine His light4, my dear mateys!
In ye, may His love e’er abound5.

This pirate’s gonna miss ye.
As many lives ye go and touch6.
Daily pray on bended knee7.
And know I love ye very much.


1 2 Corinthians 2:15 
 2 John 15:5 
3 2 Thessalonians 2:9-10 
4Philippians 2: 14-16
5Philippians 1: 8-10 
6Mark 16:15 
71 Thessalonians 5:17

Friends & family, if you ever feel discouraged with the direction our country is headed or with the current state of the world, I'd like to introduce you to these graduating seniors who are not only amazing because they decided against skipping my last official class before dead days & exams begin, but primarily because they are remarkable individuals and effective leaders. They can be so much fun, but they are serious about what matters most. They are full of integrity, articulate, and grounded in the truth. They have restored my hope for the future and softened my previously skeptical heart.
The few students who came the day of my last new lesson.

Their rendition of "Sherry Baby" (by The Four Seasons) wasn't bad either....inappropriate maybe, but well received.

Today and the next two school days are "dead days" in which we merely review for the semester exam.  A large majority of my class has been exempt from the exam due to stellar performance, and many skip class during dead week.  I only had four students today. So my high school teaching days are nearing an end, and I'm going to miss it so much.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Mother's Day 2015

Happy Mother's Day!


The combination of teaching high school seniors who will be graduating in less than two weeks and celebrating Mother's Day this weekend made me nostalgic. As I looked through old photographs, I came across these from Mother's Day 2008.

Our access ministry coordinator gave me this Sunday off from ministry duty so that we could go home and go to church with my family.  Rev. Bob gave a great message with words that sounded like he had been reading my emails, for it was a very similar message to one I had given to a friend last week, but I had feared I had spoken out of line, for perhaps I was paranoid after having just helped three different friends exit physically, emotionally, and sexually abusive relationships and walk through the healing and restoration process. Hearing his articulate message on the same theme confirmed in my heart that I had merely spoken truth and need not worry anymore.

After church, we enjoyed a delicious brunch at my brother and his wife's gorgeous home.  Seeing their magnificent landscaping inspired me, so I willed myself to finally spread the pine mulch that had been sitting in our driveway for the past three weeks.  Whenever I would find the time to spread it, it would begin to rain.  So as luck might have it, as soon as I began tonight, it started raining, but I kept spreading until the mulch was gone and the entire exterior perimeter of our yard was covered.  I was soaking wet from head to toe with mulch and dirt stuck all over my body, but the deed was done.  Now we're ready for the next load of triple shredded hardwood to arrive on Friday to spread around the house for phase two of our mulching project.

Cousins Chillin and eating brunch
The "All About Nana" game brought lots of fun laughter.
Nana, kids, and me
Nana & all the Grands
After ruining our new carpet and chewing the rubber off our dumbbells, treadmill, and workout bench, our cuddle bunny thinks she can suck up my looking all cute in my arms. Since it's Mother's Day, I guess I can extend grace to her one more time.  #TooCuteToServeForDinner


We decided to replace the carpet and foam tiles Muffin had ruined with shock absorbing, more durable flooring which would be a better orthopedic option for my worn out knees.  

I posed this riddle to my students when the shipment arrived and only a few guessed that it was some sort of flooring.

For 16 months, I've thought I wanted it.
Thanks to Muffin, we don't just want it, we need it.
When I began my engineering career, I was surrounded by it.
It's odor is so noxious I can barely stand it.
I spent months shopping for it.
I spent a week negotiating just so we could afford it.
The landfill is full of it.
It took three weeks to ship it.
My husband took a day off from work to receive it.
It weighs 500 pounds and we cleared out an entire room to hold it.
What is it?


Answer:  Rubber Flooring

For this year's Mother's Day treat,
I got new flooring underneath my feet.
The exercise room is now complete.
My man's labors of love are oh so sweet!

My guy worked into the night installing it and did not finish the molding until three days later.
Completed exercise room / bunny playground
Another Mother's Day gift I received this year was a letter hand-written, addressed, stamped, and mailed from school by my boy.  The handwriting was so neat that I initially thought it was from our daughter who has been writing in cursive for three years longer than he has.  But the author of this letter appreciates my cooking and my cleaning which isn't something my right-brained daughter would say at all.  And the letter was signed "Pumpkin Head".  I've called my daughter by that pet name before, but usually I use that pet name for my son.  I could not believe how much his handwriting has changed in just one year. How sad that I could not recognize my own son's handwriting, but he did learn a different style of cursive handwriting (D'Nealian) this year whereas I taught Zaner Bloser method in homeschool, and this school is excessively picky over handwriting, grading it severely.  He told me he even drew chocolate candy in the decorative margins of the stationery.  I'm sure his teacher got a lot of chuckles while proofing the students' letters.

His letter with address purposefully blurred out for privacy reasons



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