Straws and Camel's Backs.

The whole idea of the Railroad Tracks blog is to keep in mind that every season has it's joys and pains.  As weak human beings, we must learn to walk in the paradox, knowing God has our back.  

It's ironic because I feel as though I'm living directly in the middle of those tracks right now perhaps more than ever.  I can feel the splintering wood rub against my toes as the cool breeze strikes my face...

On the one hand, my life is overflowing with milk and honey...  My husband just got a new job in the precise field he's be dreaming of working in for years now-- a huge answer to prayer.  Not to mention the fact that in 6 days, we will be sitting on a plane, headed to Italy together (a trip we've been talking about for years).   Additionally, I was just hired to write an article for an online journal, something I didn't think was possible...

Life isn't so bad, huh?

But one little flu (on top of my daily Lyme struggle) and I feel completely derailed.

It makes me so frustrated to be so emotionally frail.  You would think that with the blessings God has heaped on me during these past few months, I would be able to look past a tiny bug, right?  But there is something in our nature that always drags us down in the negative, even when the positive is staring us straight in the face.

When I get down to the root of it, I realize it is not just the flu that is getting me down.  That's just the first layer.   When I dig deeper, I realize it is an accumulation of my health struggles for all these years.  I can't tell you how many trips, camps and weekends have been ruined by my Lyme (and how many times I've felt like a burden to those around me on a trip).  

I guess I just thought, because life suddenly seemed to be going well, that maybe, just maybe, I would make it through this trip unscathed...  I think of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego walking through unbearable temperatures without being touched by the flames...  Why? Because God's protection was over them...

And there I hit a deeper nugget of truth.  Somehow, catching a flu right before a trip makes me doubt God's goodness.  I really have felt his blessing on me and my husband lately and suddenly, I'm sick in bed for days on end again.  It feels like failure.  It feels like God left me. 

But he didn't.  He never does.  He is simply allowing the good and the bad to co-exist.  And yet, somehow, it feels like abandonment.  And I'm not sure how to look at this with the right perspective.  I'm not sure I have it in me to be so positive anymore. 

Have you been there?  

FIRST!

I think most of us have good intentions.  We want to lose weight, eat healthy, connect with God, and serve others.  But the truth is, we don't DO it.  Why?  Because there is a black hole between our intentions and our lives.

I think one of the greatest dangers in life is distraction.  I know I fall prey to its bait all the time.  Life is full of things to do and people to text and sometimes I just forget why I'm here and what I'm doing.

The past few weeks, I've been doing a little experiment.  Instead of spending time reading my Bible and journaling when I'm fully awake, in the mood, have my tasks done, and have finished my yoga-- I'm just doing it.  First thing.  It's sloppy and short and sometimes not fully coherent.  But I'm doing it FIRST.  (Most days I try not even to look at my phone before reading and journaling, although sometimes I just can't help myself!)  And you know what?  It's been awesome.

I guess for me, FIRST means first thing in the morning.  For you, FIRST might mean first thing after work or FIRST thing after getting your kids to sleep.  It certainly doesn't have to be in the morning. Since I don't work, that just happens to be my own personal 'FIRST.'

Just a thought to share today...

The Constant Lesson.

I wish all lessons in life stuck in my long-term memory.  Some things in life do that-- like the multiplication tables or lyrics from a song.  So here's my question: Why can't humility be a one-time lesson?

For the first time in a long time, I've had to remember what it's like to think about EVERY step today.  Every time I've wanted a glass of water or needed to go upstairs, I've sat and thought about it for much too long.  Why?  Because my energy is almost completely sapped.  In fact, if you were to look around my house right now, you would probably be able to tell the story of my day.  The brown sugar is resting on the counter from this morning's oatmeal, there is an empty jar of pickles on the counter from lunch and my mail is strewn across the counter-- unopened.  Why?  Because every action in life requires energy and I'm just too tired to put life away right now.

Which leads me to my point, sickness requires a constant lesson in humility.  It's two steps forward-- one step back.  Today, I will have to ask my husband and my family to help me do things just yesterday I was perfectly capable of... And yet, that is all part of that character-producing, stomach-churning, constant thorn in my side which is the lesson of humility.

I wonder if I will ever get it?

Steady.

The last few weeks have been remarkably steady-- all things considered.  I've been able to keep up a regular (albeit very light) exercise regiment, even with my aches and pains and exhaustion as well as maintain a steady and healthy 2,000 calorie diet.  Considering my place in life, I feel great about it!  Lyme has taken away the impression (false though it may be) that most people have that they are in control of their days and their activities.  And yet, being able to keep up the regimen suggested by my doctor on a daily basis, gives me confidence that I carry with me through my days!

The Either/Or.

Sometimes figuring out how to ‘keep up’ in social situations is difficult, especially if you don’t have a particularly outgoing personality.  Even for those who do have that type of personality, I’m sure you know what I mean. Some situations are harder than others—depending on the group dynamic. 

Harder still is figuring out to how function socially when you are feeling sick. Let’s say a normal person has like 100 bars of energy for a week.  And let’s say 60 bars go to work and basic functioning.  That still leaves 40 bars (40%) of the week’s energy left for the weekend: plenty for a movie, a 10k run, three hang outs with friends, church, and a Sunday evening movie and wine night…  It works out pretty well for the healthy person.  They use their energy during the day and renew their ‘bars’ at night with sleep.  It’s a good system… 

For those of us battling chronic illnesses, energy looks a little different.  Every week we are given a varying amount of energy ‘bars’, making life and social plans difficult to figure.  Maybe some weeks we are given a good 60 bars- which is quite decent, all things considered.  Other weeks are ‘40 bars weeks’ or worse, 10.  On those weeks, you have to simply have to make cuts. 

Sometimes, I feel as though I’m constantly calculating figures in my mind, trying to figure how many ‘bars’ I have left and what do with them.  During the week, I find myself asking questions like: Should I keep my house clean or should I save that energy to welcome my husband when he gets home?  Should I cook dinner or save my energy to be with my family?  Should I drive today or save that energy to get things done around the house?

On the weekends, the questions get more difficult, for that is when most of the social situations arise.  I feel so often that I lie to myself, telling myself that I have more ‘bars’ left than I truly do.  This is not unlike telling yourself that your car has a quarter tank, when that little red light is flashing at you.  It doesn’t matter what you believe you have left, it matters what’s actually in the tank. 

And that is where I find myself so often—staring at that little red flashing light, while still ten miles from my destination. 

      

Live Strong!

Hey everyone,

So this week has been a hard one...I've been struggling with extreme fatigue, particularly when I first wake up and when I go to bed at night.  I've done some modified yoga two days this week, but even that has put me under...However, I've really been working on keeping in line with my eating, which just makes me feel good, even when I don't 'feel good.'

My friend suggested I try out Lance Armstrong's website, 'Live Strong' which helps you make fitness and healthy eating goals, track your progress and calculate everything you are eating to see if you are keeping line with calories and also percentages of protein, fats and carbs.  This is SO awesome for the Zone diet.  I'm totally into it!  It also has the most comprehensive calorie counter I've ever seen.  It even has things like 'Fresh and Easy Cheddar cheese' and specific brands!  It's amazing.

My friend and I are trying to eat really healthy before our trip in the fall, so that when we are in Italy, we won't have to worry about what we are eating- we can just enjoy!  Until then, I'm sticking to it...

livestrong.com


Check it out!

Child's Pose.

I'm not really a 'yoga' kind of person, if you know what I mean.  I don't mean that I've never done it or never enjoyed it.  I guess before I was sick, I had a different mentality about it.  I felt like if I were going to be at the gym for an hour, I'd better make it count.  The truth is, quick results are not really what yoga has to offer.

I told my doctor on Monday about the 'exercise' I'd been trying to attain (15 measly minutes of walking/day) and I whined about how even that was doing me in.  He suggested trying meditation and yoga.

If you are at all like me, the word 'meditation' conjures an image of a dim, steamy room filled with mangy- haired hippies humming in unison.  Not exactly my crowd.

However, I've been learning yoga this week in the comfort of my living room (through our Apple TV) and have found it to be surprisingly doable and enjoyable for my flimsy, weak little body.  That is not to say that I don't get tired, but I find that yoga is perhaps the one activity that runs at my speed right now.  When I walk in my neighborhood, I find myself starring at those toned runners and mom's with running strollers as they whizz past me, as I stumble along.  Not how you want to feel when you are 27...  But yoga is actually quite...right.  I can't explain it.  I'm not feeling a lot of result in terms of muscle of course.  (I am doing beginner's yoga, so I wouldn't expect to.)  But I do see a difference in posture, energy, confidence and even a little bit in my mental state.

It's pretty much amazing.