It’s about time that we finish this story, yes?
I mean… since we get married in 2 months and all.
If you missed it or need a refresher, check out part 1!
A bit over two years ago I marched into Mel’s room at the Forge apartments and demanded,
“What do you know about Jesse Garner? Tell me everything because I could marry that man.”
Guys. I’m GOING to marry that man.
That’s right! We are getting MARRIED!
disclaimer: I apologize now for the amount of all CAPS and exclamation points that will decorate this post. I’ve been informed that on a scale of 1-10 I’m functioning at about at 15 right now. If you’re feeling kind of grumpy cat, then this blog is not for you.
Okay. Everyone ready? Let’s do this.
Friday afternoon we drove to Waco to see Sing at Baylor. I was a part of Sing all four years when I was a student and going back for a performance is always a highlight of my Spring. If you want a taste of Sing, check out a few of my favorite Sing acts on YouTube. Last year Jesse came with me and we had a great time, so we made plans early to go again this year. It happened to fall nicely right after Valentine’s day, so we decided to make it our Valentine’s date. The perfect cover for us to get all dressed up. We got to Waco in time to grab dinner at BJ’s (one of our favs) and get to Waco Hall with enough time to find our great seats and settle in for the long haul. I was already loving life.
Sing is SO long you guys. I mean, I love it… but we didn’t leave Waco Hall until 10:50. I can’t imagine what the drive to the bridge was like for Jesse. I’m clueless, remember, so I’m just prattling on and on and ON about the acts that I liked and asking Jesse who he thinks will make Pigskin and getting his opinion on all of the acts. I’m sure he was trying to get his thoughts together and really wanting some quiet. No such luck, Garner, you’re marrying a talker.
We’d already planned on going to the suspension bridge in Downtown Waco after Sing, so even that… I’m totally rolling with it, no suspicions. A year ago-ish when we went to Waco and did this same date we went to the bridge after Sing because I was trying to teach him how it’s Saturday night, it’s WACO, there’s not much to do… so, Baylor students toss tortillas from the suspension bridge aiming to land them on old bridge foundations. IT’S SUPER FUN YOU GUYS, I PROMISE. Instead of tortilla tossing, he KISSED ME for the first time. His first kiss EVER. Yes, you read that right, folks. Needless to say, that night is one of our favorite memories and I was excited to go back.
So, we headed out to the bridge and I noticed that, again, there is no one there. It was chilly, though, so I wasn’t suspicious. I still don’t know if Jesse had the guys shoo-ing away people or if it was just coincidence that the bridge was deserted. I wish you could’ve seen it, you guys. The bridge is really pretty at night, all lit up with big spotlights and lights strung along the suspension. We walked out to the side, stood there for a moment to take in the moment and then things changed. Jesse turned me to face him and started to talk about the last year and our relationship. My head started spinning thinking, “Oh my gosh. He’s acting so strange and he’s not really making sense. Is THIS HAPPENING? No way. No. Don’t go there.”
Then Jesse says,
“but I don’t think we should date anymore…”
I’m sorry. What?
“I think we should get married.”
Before I knew it, he was down on one knee, smiling his big handsome smile.
“Lacey Melinder, will you marry me?”
I was speechless. I remember thinking, “This is it. This is happening right now. I’m going to tell this story for the rest of my life. This is happening.” And then I lost my mind. All that came out of my mouth was, “Are you KIDDING? Are you SURE?” Jesse looked at me like I was crazy and assured me that he was NOT kidding and was sure. Then normal Lacey finally arrived on the scene and I screamed “Yes!” a zillion times.
Jesse then showed me my ring which was in a box, all lit up. He put it on my left ring finger (after asking where it goes. precious) and explained a little bit about the ring he picked out for me. I love it for so many reasons.
Back to the tale…
After the ring was on my hand, Jesse prayed for us. This was so significant to me. I don’t remember many details about our first date, but I do remember that when he prayed before our meal I was stunned by how personally and intentionally he prayed. Over the last year, I’ve heard Jesse pray a number of times and have looked forward to the day when he would pray for us. It was only fitting that within the first few minutes of being engaged, Jesse would acknowledge that power of the Gospel and thank God for the gift of this relationship. I can’t wait to follow Jesse as he seeks after the Lord and follows him as a man of steadfast character.
After a few moments to ourselves, Jesse called for our friend Austin to come out of hiding. But Austin wasn’t the only one in the shadows… I began to scream when I saw my brother (dressed in a handsome grey suit) come running towards me. He had been filming the whole thing and was so excited with us. Austin Wright snapped a few more pictures for us on the bridge to capture the moment and I tried to stay standing up straight. Poor Austin tried to get an artistic serious picture from us and I just couldn’t do it. I could barely stand still, much less, not smile.
We wrapped up and Jesse said that we should head to Common Grounds. At this point, I was happy to follow and not ask questions. Because my brother was there, I assumed that our parents would likely be at Common Grounds to celebrate with Jesse and I.
My parents weren’t the only ones there. As we rounded the corner to walk into the patio at Common Grounds, I was stunned to see the patio filled with our closest friends and family. From my Pine Cove Towers friends, Forge family, Baylor besties (both in person and via skype) and the men of the Log Cabin, I was surrounded by the people who have been a part of my life for years. We’ve all celebrated every kind of life event together, and they were there to joyfully rejoice with us.
I’m not usually lost for words, but I was right then. Its a miracle that I didn’t shatter my phone, because I threw down my clutch as hard as I possibly could. Why? I have no idea. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. We spent the next hour or so sharing our story with friends, taking pictures, thanking people for coming and occasionally beaming at each other from across the room. I kept thinking, “I’m going to marry Jesse Garner. I will be his wife. This is really happening.”
The setting could not have been more perfect. Common Grounds is more than just a coffee shop to me, so many pivotal life conversations happened over a Cowboy Coffee in that backyard while I was in college. Our friend, Blake, now owns Common Grounds and allowed our wonderful set-up crew to take over the patio to decorate the ceiling with paper airplanes and pictures of Jesse and I. It was a dream come true.
Things died down eventually and it was just me, Jesse, Micah and Chris. We were about to head out but then Jesse pulled out a computer and noted that there was one thing we really needed to do.
Change our Facebook status. Of course.
Facebook official: we’re getting married.
That’s just Friday night. WAIT until you hear about Saturday…
Last year on January 1, I made one single, solitary goal for 2012:
finish a half-marathon
Even now I laugh a little bit thinking about what a ridiculous goal it was for me to make then. At that point, I’d never even run a 5K… much less 13.1 miles. The idea was daunting to me and I didn’t even know where to begin.
However, I didn’t begin training then. The story begins further back in 2010 when I was a Forge student. As a class we spent time every morning training together in a variety of ways. Sometimes it was strength training, sometimes long runs, sometimes seemingly endless repetitions of lunges. I hated every minute. I never grew to love it and always felt weak. Those workouts ended in tears for me more often than not. As an over-achiever I struggled through the shame of feeling like a failure every single day. In my mind I heard,
“Lacey. You will not be the best at this, no matter how hard you try. Even at your best, you’ll probably be last. So why keep trying?”
The thing is… I didn’t have a choice. Those group workouts were going to happen every single day, whether I liked it or not. I learned that discipline has everything to do with obedience and very little do with how we feel. In a culture that puts ultimate value on happiness and how we emotionally respond to our circumstances, obedience isn’t very appealing.
Let’s fast forward a bit.
In 2011 I moved to Tyler to work at a local church and became friends with Jenny. She encouraged me to try a Body Combat class at a local gym. I hesitantly went to that first class fearful that every person there would know I was a poser, a fitness failure and would be roundhouse kicked right out of there. To my surprise, I loved the class and couldn’t wait to go back. I wasn’t very good at it… but the instructors were so fun and the other women were so nice, I was hooked.
As I started to go to classes consistently, I saw myself getting stronger bit by bit. My endurance grew and I began to enjoy (GASP!) the adrenaline rush of pushing through a tough set at Body Pump. That’s when the half marathon goal became less of a dreamy fog and more of a reality. I could train… if I decided to.
In April, Jenny ran an Olympic-length Triathlon (I KNOW… she’s a beast) and I offered to run the 10K leg at the end with her. I needed a goal and needed to prove to myself that I could train to run, even though I never really had in the past. Training for a 10K wasn’t awful at all. When I felt myself lag I could hear my Matt (my Forge director), in my head saying, “You can always push yourself a little bit further than you think you can… you’ll be surprised at what you are really capable of if you work harder.” I didn’t really listen when I was a Forge student, but those words kept me going a year later when I felt like I couldn’t run any further. It always surprised me that if I pushed a little further, untapped bursts of energy were sure to follow.
With the 10K under my belt, I knew that the half was possible. Now I needed to choose a race. I waited and waited and WAITED thinking that I would want to do the White Rock half, but all the while hoping that a fun group would decide to run a half together. In September, my friend Chelsea posted on her blog asking others to join in the fun for the BCS half marathon in December. I knew this was it. The other girls who were training are all so joyful, encouraging and FUN to be around, I couldn’t ask for a better circumstance for my first half marathon.
Training was difficult for a number of reasons. I chose to do a 21 day sugar detox in October, which zapped a lot of my energy at the start. Also, I strained a muscle and did some physical therapy through Airrosti, which made me nervous to keep running. However, Airrosti’s goal is for you to keep training while healing, so I didn’t slow down much. If you’re struggling with a sports injury, I’d highly recommend an Airrosti clinic!
December 9 was approaching so quickly and every time I thought about it I was sick to my stomach. I just didn’t feel ready. All sorts of “should’ves” were rolling around in my head. I should’ve trained harder. I should be running faster. I should be eating Paleo. I should… WAIT STOP STOP STOP. Should is probably my least favorite word ever. I thought back to the lessons I learned during the Forge. I was not going to be the fastest. I probably would finish last in our group. I wasn’t going to be the best… but that shouldn’t stop me from choosing to run anyway. Finishing last wasn’t a failure. Choosing to succumb to my fear would be, though.
Race weekend came and I was super excited/nervous/stressed/ready to GET THIS OVER WITH. Our group caravanned down to College Station, ate an excellent dinner, watched Johnny Football win the Heisman (while in C-Stat, cray), then got ready for an early morning while our incredible friends made posters to inspire us along the route.
I couldn’t fall asleep until about 3 am that night and woke up at 5:30 am to get ready for the race. Nerves + excitement mean sleepless nights for me. Ate a banana and a bagel, loaded up the car and headed to the race! As we walked closer and closer to the starting line I got more excited. There were so many PEOPLE! It was like a party… for running. Never did I ever think I’d be there, with a number on my tank about to run for a few hours. NERVOUS NERVOUS NERVOUS. We got all our gear together, a quick good luck kiss from my man, gun fired and we were off!
I run alone. Always. I just don’t like running with people… right now. That will probably change as I train better and get more comfortable running. However, that day was different. My friend Kyndell didn’t train for the race but decided to run a good bit of it with me. For the first four miles Kyndell and I pounded pavement alongside each other in silence and IT WAS AWESOME. I really don’t know if I would’ve enjoyed the race as much as I did if Kyndell hadn’t been with me. We didn’t talk, but it was so nice just to have a buddy there. KK, you were a huge part of my success that day. Thanks for coming alongside me.
Eventually I got bored with the race environment and cranked up the running playlist. Lately I’ve been obsessed with When Can I See You Again? by Owl City. It has a great pulse and just makes me happy. The playlist kept me going for the last half of the race, no repeats and LOTS of singing along.. out loud. It’s funny how anything feels socially acceptable when you’re struggling to just keep going.
As I rounded the corner for the finish I got really emotional. It was done. I didn’t walk throughout the race and I was about to finish. Everyone said that you get a rush of strength right at the end and boy… did I ever. Those last 50 yards or so were the fastest I’ve ever run. A full out sprint to the finish and it felt so good.
We were all pretty relieved to be done. I really couldn’t have asked for a more fun group of girls to do this race with. I’m also pretty glad that they share the same medal philosophy as I do. How often in life do you get to wear a medal? NEVER. Except for race day. That day, you wear your medal to breakfast and Starbucks and even while napping on the car ride home. It’s medal day.
I learned a lot about coming alongside while training for this race. Thinking even as far back as the Forge, this journey hasn’t been one that I did alone, really ever. While at the Forge I had brothers and sisters urging me to the top of mountains (literally). My dear friend Jenny coming alongside me to sweat it out in Body Combat and then to share the end of the tri together. I had Kyndell run the first third of the half with me. And of course, this guy:
Jesse taught me a lot about coming alongside, without ever running a mile with me. He traveled to Marble Falls for the 10K, and gave up an entire weekend to hang with a LOT of girls, make signs and cheer for me at the half. I mean, he even chased me down to hand off my inhaler at mile 4 (I’M SO COOL I KNOW). He drove me all the way back home after the race because I was seriously crashing. When I got bored of training and wanted to skip workouts he would gently remind me that the half was coming, whether I trained for it or not. THAT was exactly what I needed. Far too often I can excuse my way out of anything, but he was there to remind me of truth. The race was going to happen, it was up to me to decide how I was going to do it.
Someone who comes alongside doesn’t stay in one place. There’s forward motion. My Forge class, Jenny, Kyndell and Jesse all urged me to keep moving forward. Sometimes at a comfortable pace, other times at a pace that stretched me and frustrated me… but always with someone beside me.
It’s January 1 again and I’m sure that you are thinking of the year ahead. Maybe you have list of formal goals with benchmarks and strategies to accomplish them, or like me last year, you have a single, solitary goal in mind. Whatever the case, I wonder, who is coming alongside you? Who will urge you to move forward and speak truth, even when it’s frustrating? Look around, in whatever area you are moving forward, I bet there’s someone who will walk, sprint, jog or simply cheer beside you.
conditioning- to train or accustom (someone or something) to behave in a certain way or to accept certain circumstances.
but more on that later…
I could pick no better place to cap off the 21 Day Sugar Detox than at a wedding. If you’ve been following my blog over the last few months, you know that I’ve been a guest at MANY weddings this summer. Sunday night was the last one on the calendar this year and I was excited about getting to celebrate with some good friends at a beautiful venue.
They couldn’t have planned better weather for an outdoor ceremony and barn reception.
I planned to eat detox friendly at the wedding if possible, but knew going into it that it might not be possible. When I looked at the buffet line and realized the only thing I could eat were carrots and cheese I decided right then… detox over. It’s celebration time! That whole night was really fun. I had a delicious cupcake and coffee (with creamer! The angels sing!) AND a root beer. That was probably a bad idea, but it sounded so delicious in the moment.
We danced the cupid shuffle for the eleventy billionth time this year and I recalled YET AGAIN that I always feel ridiculous doing the wobble (real version, not Pine Cove version). My handsome date loves to dance and is a great reminder to just laugh and not take myself so seriously… a wonderful thing to remember from time to time. Sometimes you should just wobble.
I felt totally fine that night but woke up CRAVING sugar since my blood sugar had spiked so violently the night before. What did I do? GO FOR IT. That’s what I did.
Let me tell you, this girl loves some kolaches. Shipley’s donuts will forever and always make me think of Saturday mornings after a sleepover when my daddy would get up early and pick up those heavenly boxes of donuts for everyone. It’s a nostalgia thing… not a “I WANT THOSE CARBS IN MY BELLY” thing… right?
The donut festival sent me into a downward spiral for the day. Sugar hit after sugar hit to keep me going, and BOY could I tell that my body was freaking out. I woke up several times throughout the night and felt horrible the next morning. Sugar hangover, baby.
Yesterday I ate sugar-free for most of the day without even trying. It just sounded better. When I got home I didn’t have a plan for dinner (I should probably take advice from my own blog and plan better), so I indulged in some fast food and Reese’s pumpkins for dinner. Another sugar spike that didn’t feel so great about an hour later.
While I was on the detox I remember thinking multiple times, “If I could just have A BITE of cake, I really think that would satisfy my craving” or “A tiny bit of cream and sugar in my coffee would make ALL the difference in this day.” However, now that I don’t have a strict restriction and clear YES/NO list of what I absolutely should not eat… a bite or two simply doesn’t seem like enough. Last night I was going to eat one Reese’s pumpkin. It turned into many more than that. Really, one would’ve been fine… but because I could, I did.
This is the lesson I’m going to walk through now. I’ve learned so much in the last 24 days. I’ve learned about my personal discipline, lack of personal discipline, what motivates me and discourages me, what my body actually needs to function and how quickly temptation can consume you. Now, I choose whether or not to take the things I’ve learned and put them into practice.
Here’s where I’m at:
Being a rules follower, lover and embracer, I liked how strict the 21 day sugar detox was. It was easy for me to know what was YES and NO very clearly. This is what is going to make moving forward difficult. Now, I don’t have a clear YES and NO. Now, it’s up to me to define what is good for me and not. Now, it will be really easy to justify with “it’s been a really long day… I just need a pick-me-up” or “I’ve been so good lately. I can definitely eat that dessert.”
“I need…” pops out of my mouth with the greatest of ease. But is that always true? I’m painfully learning to redefine what my needs really are when it comes to food, but I do the same thing in regards to my relationships, job and emotional security. Often I say, “well… I need for so-and-so to ______” but really, do I need that? Will it change who I am and what I’ve been called to? If it does, then WHOA it’s time to redefine where I’m getting my identity and security. There’s only one person I can go to who will actually meet my needs, because He knows them. I’m grateful to rest in that. Am I good at it? Heck no.
I’m still learning to put down the Pringles.
Well friends… I hate to admit it. I cheated.
but you know how when I let something slide just a little bit, it’s THAT much easier to excuse other things?
I’m learning so much about myself though this whole thing, you guys. It’s like starting straight into a mirror that’s pointing out some of the scary sin patterns in my life
(uh oh, things just got real).
But really. Let’s talk about that for a second. The cheats started out really tiny. I accidentally ate two bananas one day. An honest mistake. Still a cheat, but an unknowing one. Then I took a bite of a roll when some friends came over. Felt pretty guilty about it. Next day, I had a few sips of a “no list” drink. THAT is when I really started to get into trouble. That cheat didn’t feel bad at all. No sting there and I just wanted more. Next day I went out to eat and said “yes” to a few things I shouldn’t have. And I was done after that. Nothing that night was a huge cheat and I ate SO much healthier than I did before starting the detox, but THAT is exactly how I justified it.
“One night of eating mashed potatoes and a few bites of creme brûlée isn’t going to be the end of you, Lacey. You can jump back on the band wagon tomorrow. And let’s be real, if you were REALLY jumping off here then you would eat an entire plate of pasta and a whole dessert to yourself. You’re doing a LOT better than you were.”
Um. Gross. Cheating is cheating, Lace.
After that meal (and really all I cheated with was a serving of mashed potatoes and three bites of dessert) I could IMMEDIATELY tell a difference. A sugar rush like I’ve never experienced in my life. It didn’t really hit until about an hour and a half later… but when it did, WHOA. I woke up that next morning with one thing on my mind: coffee. Specifically coffee laced with cream and sugar. My now-typical black was NOT going to cut it that morning. Or at least that’s what my brain was saying. I was slipping fast and needed to let my community know RIGHT THEN so they could stop me. Did I though? Nope. I was a little bit embarrassed that I had so easily given in and I didn’t want to tell them.
Isn’t that how it happens though? I can’t help but see the parallels to the ugliness in my life. Things that I KNOW shouldn’t be there, KNOW that I don’t need, KNOW are hurting me… yet I still come back to them like a child desperately longing for another cookie. I have trusted friends and mentors around me who know my weaknesses, my old sin patterns and the things about me that just aren’t Christ-like at all. I’m grateful for these people, but if I hide from them when I feel ashamed of ways I’ve failed… I give life to the lies and blind myself to truth.
The little things hurt a tiny bit when you begin, but its truly terrifying how easy it is to justify a big “cheat” to yourself when those little things go unseen, unheard and unaddressed by those who know you well. I wish I would’ve let my Detox buddies know what I was craving coffee that morning. Really, I wish I would’ve told them about the bite of a roll on Saturday.
If I had chosen courage to admit my shortcomings (no matter how little they seemed to me), then I have no doubt that my friends would been able to prevent the fallout that ensued the other night.
No one wins in BBQ Pringle Binge 2012.
Ten days ago I would’ve NEVER thought I would cheat for BBQ Pringles. Please. I’m so much stronger than that. Pringles are total trash, delicious trash that I LOVE… but still trash. Totally not on my radar for cheating. But “worthwhile” cheats cheapen things until eventually there you are, sitting on the couch with your second handful of Pringles and two Reese’s pumpkins waiting in the wings, audibly saying “I should NOT be doing this!” yet still popping another chip.
once you pop… the fun don’t stop, people. Crack-laden “potato” crisps.
A bummer of a lesson to learn, but I’m glad to stare it down right now.
What about you? Are you like me, hiding the “little” cheats from people who know you too well? Friend. Let me tell you, get that junk out of there right now and tell someone you trust that you need a buddy to help you recover from Pringle Binge 2012. I’m not talking just healthy eating here, folks. What in your life is hidden away, so that no one can see? It might be time to bring it to the light, in a place you can trust.
The good news is: “You are the light of the world. A city set on a hilll cannot be hidden.” Matthew 5:14 ESV.
For those who trust in Christ, there is no condemnation. We have been given new identities as a new creations. In Matthew it says that we are the light of the world. Not “when you do the right thing you are the light of the world.” No. We are light. Just like salt can’t lose it’s saltiness, a light can’t be less of a light, intrinsically. It IS light.
For believers in Christ, you are light. That won’t change. Don’t hide anymore… there is no condemnation, just forgiveness and grace. Gather your community around you and expose those tiny cheats that will bring you down.
Maybe you’re reading this and you been making it quite fine on your own without faith. Maybe the things you’d rather keep hidden are bigger than you think anyone could ever redeem. The truth is, if you are exhausted of hefting around things that are too big for you to carry anymore, there is perfect love available that will cast out fear and free you from the things that seem to trap you.
Perfect love. It casts out fear and can’t be found anywhere other than through Christ.
Today, I’m grateful for the reminder of this good news for my Pringle-lovin’ soul.
highlight: jumping back on the bandwagon tonight with a really yummy, detox-friendly dinner
lowpoint: diet coke yesterday. The sugar cravings took over.
You know that kid on Charlie Brown who carries around his security blanket all the time?
I have become this child.
My security blanket is not fluffy and nice for napping though. Everywhere I go lately, a bag of baby carrots and a sack of almonds is sure to be close at hand. I found two snack bags in my car this morning and another one in my purse. Got to work and there’s another on my desk.
That’s right folks, it’s day NINE and I’m still chugging along. It has NOT been easy, let me tell you. Although the logistical timing of this 21 day detox worked out nicely, I did not factor in FALL TREATS. The wide variety of delicious things to eat during the month of October is going to make this really difficult. Between Halloween candy, pumpkin deliciousness and the fact that it’s cool now and I just want to drink coffee all day long… temptations abound. The first week was really hard. I learned the hard way one day that you shouldn’t allow yourself to get even close to hungry while on this plan. Once I realized I was hungry, before I could even get to some food my energy was zapped. I feel like I’m eating all day, everyday. Except, I’m eating whole red pepper instead of the delicious muffins that seems to ALWAYS be at the church.
Biggest lesson I’ve learned so far: discipline takes planning. I do not consider myself a disciplined person at all. EVER. I so wish I was the girl that could wake up every morning at 5:30, ready to run three miles and then enjoy a delicious egg white omelet. I wish budgeting every month came naturally. I REALLY wish I only spent a few minutes browsing Pinterest rather than perusing for hours. Unfortunately I am human and don’t get to control my natural discipline factor. HOWEVER. We can train ourselves and put things in practice to be more disciplined. A huge part of that is planning. If I don’t have something pre-packed for lunch while on this detox, I’m in serious trouble. My fast food options are really limited. If I don’t look ahead on my calendar and realize that I will be at two fall parties with lots of delicious treats and make sure to grab my carrots/almonds security blanket… then I’m going down. If I’m going to actually eat enough in the day to not get super hungry, it takes a LOT more groceries and a LOT LOT LOT more produce chopping than before. For some reason, I’ve become super determined to not give up. I’m almost halfway through and I’m more than willing to do that planning necessary.
What else in my life is lacking discipline that could use a little planning? Simple things might make the biggest difference. I try to get to the gym consistently but with half marathon training, my schedule is a little thrown. What if I made a plan for the week rather than doing my usual, “well, I’ll see how I feel after work.” FALSE. WRONG-O. DON’T EVEN KID YOURSELF LACEY. I never FEEL like going to the gym, but if it’s planned out and the gym bag is in my car, then I have no excuse. I’d love to get up early so I have time to make my bed, read my bible and see my roommates. Know what that means? I should probably plan a bedtime ahead of time rather than just falling into bed when I get bored of Pinterest and Friends reruns.
What about you? What do you pre-plan in your life that leads to more disciplined habits?
lowpoint: saying no to ALL THE PUMPKIN THINGS at a fun fall party this weekend. I hid in another room the whole time.
highlight: I’m almost 10 lbs. lighter already. HOLLA.
Sugar gives you energy. Welllll… like, fake energy. It makes you feel awesome and all “I can conquer the world!!”
then it rejects you an hour later and is all “ha, ha SUCKER. Now you just want me more.”
I’m feeling the rough reality of this today.
Usually I’m all like:
but today I’m all:
I’m feeling a little shlumpy. Shlumpy? You know… kind of… SHLUMPY.
That’s all there is to it. Not bad. Just “bleeh.”
I LOATHE bananas. LOATHING. You can ask roomie Emily. They are for sure on my T5 “things I will NOT be snacking on today” list. However, today I looked forward to my banana snack with such glittery, shiny hope you would’ve thought that someone had promised me a really big cookie.
I’m already excited about tomorrow’s banana snack. I’m going for the fake-out soft serve by freezing a banana and then sticking it in the food processor. I can’t wait.
Let’s talk day one. It really wasn’t too bad…
Until 3 o’clock. HOLY COW. It was like someone took all of my pizazz and put it in a box and then put that box inside of another box… and mailed it to Yzma, who smashed it with a hammer (Emperor’s New Groove, hello?!).
Then I grabbed a green apple (we’re allowed a green apple OR a banana everyday) with some almond butter and went for a run. Boom baby. Back in action.
So far, it hasn’t been too difficult to find things that I can eat that fit within the constraints, the trouble is finding things that I WANT to eat.
Today’s win was: Spaghetti Squash Casserole from RealSimple.com
It wins because it was covered in cheese. DUH. Everything is better covered in cheese. That part doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, but I’m not going to abuse the cheese thing. Gross.
Last night I went to bed completely EXHAUSTED. Today is not nearly as bad. Probably because I didn’t run today.
Tomorrow. Day 3.
1/7 of the way there.
highlight: how incredibly delightful the spaghetti squash cheese masterpiece smelled coming out of the oven.
lowpoint: seeing that International Delight has now released their Pumpkin Spice flavored creamer into the world for the fall. I may or may not have thrown a personal pity party in the middle of Wal-Mart.
I’m sitting next to a cup of coffee with no cream and no sugar. This is madness.
Why, you ask?
Today I’m starting an adventure with two of my dearest friends… but we aren’t going anywhere. No, today we are beginning the 21 Day Sugar Detox. I know, I KNOW… detoxes are ever-so-trendy right now and don’t produce a lot of results usually. This one doesn’t require me to drink only juice for the next 90 days, or eat weird combinations of cinnamon and cayenne pepper. We’re just cutting out all sugar for the next 21 days.
“Um. Lacey. Are you sure that’s going to be a great idea? Brownies and Andy’s Frozen Custard are your two major food groups.”
BINGO. I have a sneaking suspicion that if I cut out my sugar cravings altogether, then what I eat will begin to balance out.
I’m feeling a little bit nervous today, but excited for my body to feel a lot better soon. Here’s the deal. I’m going to blog a little bit about this as I go along for two reasons:
SO. Here we go.
Want to find out more about the program we are following? Check out: 21 Day Sugar Detox
Well friends, the summer is over. I know that fall doesn’t officially start until September 22, but let’s be real… it’s over.
and yall… It was a GREAT one!
let’s take a look-see in the rearview mirror:
I kicked off the summer with a trip to Houston to celebrate my dear friend Melissa’s wedding.
Wedding #1. You might want to keep a running count, my friends…
Many trips to the Tyler Farmers Market happened. Peaches and Blueberries, yall. Does the body good! And the people watching? Don’t EVEN get me started.
Got a little bit of hangtime with the new Forge class at Braums. nom nom. Ice cream, talking about the Forge and making new friends… what’s not to love?!
In late June, I traveled back to Houston to celebrate my Dad’s 50th birthday. The fun part? No one knew I was coming. Our dear friends who hosted the party knew I was on my way, but other than that everyone was clueless. Even my mom, which is a BIG DEAL YALL. All that morning as I drove through the Houston rain we were on the phone as she told me she hoped the rain would stop and I LIED telling her how beautiful it was in Tyler. Pshaw. I was in the Woodlands, battling rainy traffic and only 45 minutes away. Want to know how the surprise went? Check out the video link below.
I felt so treasured that day. Never for a SINGLE second did I wonder if I would get an over-the-top, exuberant reception from my parents. I knew that the scene above would play out JUST like that. What a gift to have parents who love and celebrate your presence! If you know me as a personal friend, you know that I love to greet, celebrate and cheer-on my friends with MUCH gusto/chutzpah/gumption/etc… Now I have video proof that I learned from the best celebrators around. If there’s one thing I’ll never lack in life, it’s cheerleaders. Love you mom and dad!
Throughout the summer I went on many many super fun date nights/breakfasts/park lunches. My favorite? Probably getting to do breakfast trail ride at Pine Cove one morning at the Bluffs. Its been a dream of mine since I started working at camp and heard about the EPICNESS of the breakfast… and people, it did NOT disappoint!
All right folks, you ready for it? Wedding #2! Our Forge class traveled to Little Rock, AR to celebrate Reece and Meredith’s wedding. Reece and Mere were BOTH in our Forge class, so we saw this happen from the beginning! Reece and Mere both live in a way that honors the Lord and draws others nearer to His grace, so I can’t even imagine the impact that their unity and “one-ness” will have on those near to them! We kicked off the weekend by going to the CUTEST bachelorette party I’ve ever ever been to (see picture above), which included lots of crafty decorations, mason jars, fun games and LOTS of squealing giggles.
Eventually we made our way to the beautiful wedding venue. BREATHTAKING! Ever since doing the Forge, wedding vows and the covenant of marriage has taken on a whole new weight and I can’t help but get teary during weddings.
Clearly, I’m a fan of Mere’s stanky leg. Then we danced the night away! Time to celebrate, baby! This reception was just a BLAST. It was the most of my Forge class that had been together in a while, and getting out of town allows for focused time together. This quality time girl LOVES that!
Next up! Wedding #3- The Smithson Wedding.
This one was a BIG DEAL people. Amanda Neely and I have pictures together when we were two-years-old in the church nursery. Best friends all through our growing up years, then we both took off to big fancy universities and made new communities. However, Amanda is that friend that I can call and talk to, no matter how long its been. Every SINGLE childhood memory includes Amanda in the picture, so I was honored to be there on her wedding day. We traveled down to Hunstville after church and met my parents and old friends for a really sweet celebration.
Gas tanks were emptied.
Sometimes you just end up having too much fun talking and dancing on a road trip to remember that you were on “E” as you rolled into the wedding. oops. Praise the Lord for gracious parents with a gas can who were also at the wedding. Stories are for sharing… right?
Time for some VAY-CAY! Jesse and his family hosted a group of us for the weekend so we could relax and enjoy Schlitterbahn. One day of waiting in line for the great rides and floating around on tube chutes, the next day we parked it in the sun to read, talk and float the lazy river right in front of us.
One night, we went to eat at the Grist Mill in Gruene, TX. The atmosphere at this place is EXACTLY what I would’ve hoped and dreamed it would be. Live music, lights strung in the trees, chalkboards, mason jars, chicken fried steak, good drinks and my friends… living the dream. Later we went to Jesse’s house and watched the DVR-ed Olympic Opening Ceremonies.
Skip the parade of nations? #duh #winning
Skip ahead when things got really strange? #duh #thanksLondon
My roommate, Emily, finished her Masters so her wonderful sister, Lori, put together a really fun party on the rooftop at Jakes. Jakes is a really neat place in Tyler that doesn’t feel so… Tyler. I got to put my crafty hat on and do some centerpieces and things! I’m so proud of Em and really excited that grad school means we get more play time. Play time is the best.
Next up! Wedding #4. Ryan and Summer! Again, another Forge reunion moment. Ryan started dating Summer when we did the Forge, so we got to see the beginnings of this relationship too! Summer became one of my dear friends when I moved to Tyler last year. Although I’m glad she and Ry FINALLY get to be together… I sure do miss my friend!
This summer I had the privilege to spend a good amount of time with each of these three women in all sorts of different places. They all love Disney, food and crafts, so I thought “why not get these people together and have some fun!?!”
So we did. Paper roses were made, Enchanted AND Tangled were watched.
“wait. Lacey. You’re losing your mind… You skipped Wedding 5 entirely. Not that I’m like… complaining because I really don’t CARE that you went to eleventy billion weddings and now own stock in 35.4% of Bed, Bath and Beyond…. but I do want to make sure you UNDERSTAND that you SKIPPED wedding 5.”
Let me explain. Wedding 5 was one that I didn’t really attend as a guest. I just helped out. But I count it in the wedding count because I was there for the ceremony. Just no picture evidence. Okay? Great. Moving on.
Wedding #6! The Carter wedding. PARTY OF THE YEAR. I mean, everyone was there. Everyone danced. Everyone ate dessert. I had so much fun. I mean… we got to throw our dance party glow sticks at the bride and groom on their way out. So FUN!
To kick off a new year with our volunteers the Bethel Family Ministries team hosted “On Your Mark.” It was a night full of fun games, skits, food and lots of other things to rally our volunteers together. Probably one of my favorite things I’ve been a part of while I’ve been on staff at Bethel. I love planning events and seeing it all come together. Lots of work, but totally worth the time!
Even when things are really fun, thing must be put on hold to acknowledge the sad moments. Late in the summer, my aunt passed away after battling cancer for three and a half years. She was an incredible woman and mother, I feel so blessed to have been her niece. My aunt has this KILLER pumpkin cheesecake recipe. Pumpkin cheesecake is my favorite dessert ever and Aunt Elizabeth knew it. Every year she would make one for the family at Thanksgiving, but one year she made an entire extra one just for me. Just me! I took that sucker back to Baylor and ate it all by myself. over time. not much time… but IT WASN’T ALL IN ONE SITTING OKAY!?
Aunt Elizabeth was the one you really wanted to draw your name for Christmas presents. She was thoughtful and thorough. If your gift needed batteries, she made sure to include them with the gift, or have some nearby. Aunt Elizabeth, Uncle Robbie and her three girls (they all are just a little bit younger than me) came to my Baylor graduation. I’m tearing up now just thinking about it… that’s not a quick drive, and they are busy people. I will forever feel honored that they came to acknowledge my achievement. Elizabeth’s daughter, Laura, just started her first year at Baylor and this Bear could not be prouder. The week I spent in Houston with my family for Elizabeth’s funeral was sweet and so meaningful. Jorey just moved back from California and we finally got to spend time together as a family. The time with our extended family was so healing and really necessary too. We really only see each other during the holidays, but this time of tragedy and working through loss together created a sense of unity and togetherness that I haven’t felt with that side of the family very much. While we were mourning together, it was good to simply be with one another. Life together.
Eventually I made my way back to Tyler, back to a REALLY busy week!
Let’s talk about one of the most exciting life things right now. Remember my friend Val? You already know Roomie Emily. Well NOW it’s roomie Emily AND roomie Val! That’s right. While I was in Houston, Val moved in and joined the Sarasota crew. This was in motion for a while and had all sorts of anticipation going for it. Since then, we’ve been having a blasty-blast. So, come on by and we’ll sit on the couch and watch some tv all together. But don’t you DARE bring peanut butter M&Ms into this hizz-ouse because OUR DIET STARTS TODAY.
okay, fine. bring the M&Ms, but leave those chips at home! Moderation, folks.
Let’s talk about birthdays. I LOVE THEM! and Val’s was on August 28th. She turned… 28! GOLDEN BIRTHDAY! I missed most of the celebration, but was there in spirit with yummy treats. Val loves the movie “UP,” so these cupcakes had to happen.
not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of this lil’ creation. UP house at the bottom? marshmallow fondant. tastiest play-doh EVER.
“Lacey, if you love birthdays so much why did you miss most of Val’s birthday celebration? That’s pretty lame of you. Geez.”
Well. A certain someone was flying in from Europe and I was waiting at the airport hitting refresh on this little app screen about 45 times a minute. That’s why. and there was MUCH rejoicing!
I got my hurrrr cut. I know you can’t tell. But I SURE can. and the bangs are taking some getting used to. If you see me with a handband on and the bangs in hiding its most likely because mutiny happened that morning and I didn’t feel like going all Mussolini on my hair. Democracy baby.
SEPTEMBER 6! Oh the fun to be had on this day!!!! Again, the birthdays. I LOVE THE BIRTHDAYS. and I’d been looking forward to this one for a while. A few months ago I realized that Pentatonix was going to be in Dallas on Jesse’s birthday, so we got tickets and our friends Rachel and Loren decided to join. After lunch together and some glasses shopping, we headed out to Dallas. People, the concert was everything I hoped for! Pentatonix won The Sing Off last season. While they are an acapella group, they are unlike any acapella group I’ve ever heard. Their sound is powerful and arrangements are so creative. We were so excited to see them live and the show was pretty small, so it felt like we were VIPs. AND WE WERE because they gave Jesse a birthday shout-out from stage. #boomshakalaka. Later that week, the celebration continued with birthday dinner and then a fun games/dessert party at the guys house.
The NEXT DAY (yeah, best weekend ever) we got to celebrate our friends Chris and Ashleigh’s upcoming wedding at a really fun couples shower. Between the sweet view, corn hole game, cowboy boots, good food and football, this evening was very “Texas Forever.”
Every good thing has to come to an end… right? The summer closed out with an incredible weekend beach trip with a few of my Tyler favs. Two days of laying around in the sun, eating at fun places and getting some time all together before the fall busyness kicks in.
Wedding #7 is this coming weekend and I’m sure there will be lots of fun fall things to blog about! If you’ve stuck through this post until the end… you get the gold star of friendship.
Way to persevere.
Come by sometime, I’ll give you a cookie.