the End is Near

The past few weeks have bee a blur, to say the least.

Even though I don't have softball practices and games, I still have softball duties.
I had my evaluation this past week, I did evaluations of my assistant coaches, moved uniforms back to the high school, have been working on softball inventory and budget for the next year.
But, most exciting: I had two of my seniors sign to play softball at the collegiate level! 

McKenna Woolery signed with Iowa Wesleyan University 

Darby Christian signed with Central Methodist University 

Me with both my girls! I will miss them on the field next year! 

I also went to our Superintendent's Meeting and the district Safety meeting and helped to facilitate our staff's meeting after school one day. 

Saturday we had a cooking day with Healthy U. We all shared a dish that everyone could take a serving or two home with them. I made roasted veggies (super simple) and everyone brought fun and different things. It was nice because this coming week is Thanksgiving and it will be hectic anyway, so to have some meals prepped is nice!

Saturday night I got all dressed up (sorta) and went to Trivia night at County Distributing.
I definitely ate nachos. And I definitely drank wine. 

But it was all for a good cause! 

Even though I can look at these pictures and see so many differences, and even though the clothes I am wearing are so much smaller than what I was wearing back in January, I still struggle with what I see in the mirror. It is the most un-real thing.
And it has been one of the biggest lessons I have learned through Healthy U.
That no matter your size, shape, color, or whatever, you are BOUND to be unhappy with some part your body in some way. I still look at my body and see rolls and see extra fat. I still see parts that I think are too big- and parts that I am unhappy with. 

I never understood those girls who were "thin" that would say "I'm so fat" or who would comment on how much weight they had gained, when clearly they hadn't gained an ounce. 

When I get compliments, it's hard for me firstly because I'm not one to gloat in all the glory of whatever it may be. And secondly, it's hard to take a compliment on something that you don't see as perfect or great even. 

So. It's taking time.
Everything is taking time.
And that is the other great lesson:
Patience.

There is not a magic pill. There's not a magic regime to follow, or surgery.
You have to put in the work and be patient.