Friday was a wake-up call. It was the sort of sirens blaring in my ear kind of wake-up call. Last year at this time, I ran a half marathon after months of consistent training. It was not a fast time, but I ran the whole 13.1 miles. Last Friday was the walk-a-thon at my kids’ school and I volunteer to walk with kindergarten. It was a rough half-mile course of shame. I was out of breath and unable to keep up with energetic six-year-olds. It is amazing what a year can do, or in this case, undo. A combination of nursing school, a harsh winter, and comfort eating has left me overweight, sluggish, and low on energy. This is not a situation I intended to be in and yet this is exactly where I find myself. Over the past year, I have thought a lot about food. On Monday I heard a new thought referenced to Martin Luther King Jr.’s daughter – access to and consuming healthy food is an act of nonviolence. ...
An attempt to notice the quiet whispers of God.