Sahm I Am - By Meredith Efken Page 0,56
struggle for all of you, I’ll never understand. I never have any trouble at all getting up in the morning to run a few miles and then lift weights. I even made my own weights out of PVC pipe, pantyhose and shotgun pellets. The instructions are attached. I actually bench-press two hundred pounds—which is more than Chad can. And as a result, my figure is lithe and toned and I never need to be ashamed of my appearance.
Most of you resist exercise as if it were some form of torture. But, my friends, this is not true! Exercise is a gift from God, for our enjoyment! I want you all to print out the following statement and post it somewhere in your house where you will see it:
THE BURN IS A BLESSING!
So let’s talk about exercise! What are you doing? What should you be doing? What will you commit to over the next year? Or do you really want to be stuck wearing those jogging pants simply because they’re the only things you own that actually fit?
Come on, girls! Let’s sweat!
Fitly yours,
Rosalyn Ebberly
SAHM I Am Loop Moderator
“She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.”
Proverbs 31:27 (NASB)
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From:
The Millards
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW January 17: Our Bodies – The Temple of God
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I bench-press laundry—several loads a day, up and down stairs, too! Doesn’t that count?
Jocelyn
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From:
P. Lorimer
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW January 17: Our Bodies – The Temple of God
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Here’s something I’ve never understood about fitness. Why are we women supposed to keep ourselves in perfect shape, but no one cares if our husbands have an office belly and eat fast food for lunch every day? Need we be reminded who has to go through pregnancy? Which gender naturally carries extra fat on their hips? Or who has certain baby-feeding apparati that weigh a half a pound each? But we females are expected to somehow overcome all those strikes against us to produce the ideal of feminine perfection. Does anyone else find this double standard troublesome?
Miffed,
Phyllis
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From:
Rosalyn Ebberly
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW January 17: Our Bodies – The Temple of God
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Oh, my dear, dear Phyllis! I am not suggesting we discuss how to make ourselves over into some idealized feminine fantasy! No, no, NO! You have no idea how greatly it dismays me to think that’s what you thought I meant. Reread my message—you obviously didn’t read it carefully enough the first time. I was quite clear on my intent.
However, I know that the subject of fitness often brings up women’s deepest fears and insecurities about themselves. This must be what is happening to you. I wish I had something to encourage you with, but I’ve never struggled with my own self-image—having been blessed with so many positive physical attributes. I can honestly say I would never want to change a single thing about myself. I LOVE ME! :)
God calls us to be content with who we are. We are “fearfully and wonderfully made.” I’m sure you are at least a passably attractive woman. Praise God for that! Others aren’t so blessed! As long as you strive to improve wherever you can, you never need to be ashamed of your imperfections.
TTFN,
Rosalyn
“She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.”
Proverbs 31:27 (NASB)
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From:
P. Lorimer
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Rosalyn
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I’m going to send her a mirror for her birthday. Eventually, it may become the only friend she has.
Phyllis
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From:
Dulcie Huckleberry
To:
Thomas Huckleberry
Subject:
Help me!
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Tom,
Your mom just called. You know how she said Morris asked his younger brother, Leonard, to be best man for the wedding, and that Becky is going to be matron of honor? Well, then Morris felt bad for leaving you out, so he wants you to be a groomsman. (He’s going to call you at the hotel tonight, so act surprised.) So then your mom needed another bridesmaid for you, and she asked me! I said yes, of course. But then she e-mailed me a picture of the dress. Honey, I CAN’T WEAR THAT DRESS! I’ve attached the picture. Can you see me in that thing? It’s so tight, every little bulge is going to show, and those sequins down the front are going to make me look like some beached fuchsia porpoise. Yikes! What am I