Look! We were practically kids on our honeymoon!
I don’t plan on making EVERY post ooze with wifey love, but I’m going to tell it like it is, and right now this is what I see. I know that God placed a unique calling on my life that no one else is meant to fulfill. I know that walking it out will be the most fulfilling path I could possibly take. And I also know that if it weren’t for my wife, I wouldn’t live long enough to see it through.
My Toxic Past
When Heather and I met in college (actually re-met, but that’s another story), I was about as unhealthy as a young guy can be. I drank 48-80 ounces of Dr. Pepper per day. I smoked a pack of cigarettes per day. I ate three square fast food meals per day. I really only drank water only when I played basketball or felt ill. I frequently slept only 4-5 hours per night. Constantly exposed to everything from antiperspirant to fluoride to flu shots to cologne. Because I was young, I had no belly. But I was a mess.
I’d like to tell you that it was a smooth transition from toxic to mostly organic, but to do so I’d have to become a fiction writer. It was a gritty eight year process. Heather could have employed more respectful encouragements at times, and I could have been much more responsible with my choices. We struggled with each other, but eventually our hearts and our choices drew closer and closer together.
Ultimately, I yielded far more than she did. I’d like to take credit for that. But since she was already on the side of truth most of the time, I don’t suppose dragging my feet to agree earns me much praise.
It’s 2010 and I’m finally excited about the plans God has for me. And truthfully, I am amazed at the wisdom, foresight, and planning of God on my behalf. Besides giving me a woman I found appealing in so many ways from Day One, she has also been God’s agent of health in my life. And that was a gift I wasn’t so fond of at first. She has other life purposes for sure, but I want to give credit where credit is due and acknowledge that I walk with greater clarity, focus, energy, and expectation because of my health. And the agent of change was my wife.
On my own, or with a wife who could care less about the quality of food we eat, I would be obese and on the path to an early grave. And even if my organs could’ve held out to a ripe old age, I’d be at significant risk for a host of “age-related” illnesses and tendencies. Things like Alzheimer’s, dementia, brittle bones, and a useless liver.
My present and my future have a vibrance and a hope because of the lifestyle I now live. I wouldn’t have chosen it on my own. I would never have taken the time to care. I would have suffered needlessly for decades due to my diet and lifestyle.
The Moral of the Story
Though I definitely kicked against the goads for a while, I am today more grateful than ever that God gave me Heather. She has this unyielding moral code that, although not always pleasant to endure, ultimately yields amazing fruit.
When I’m 45, 55, 65, and 75 and living a better quality of life because I have decades of organic living under my belt, I will thank the Lord for giving me a woman who loved me enough to help me find pleasure in a healthier lifestyle.STANDARD FTC DISCLOSURE: In order for me to support my blogging activities, I may receive monetary compensation or other types of remuneration for my endorsement, recommendation, testimonial and/or link to any products or services from this blog. Please note that I only ever endorse products that are in alignment with Mommypotamus' ideals and that I believe would be of value to my readers.
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