Zechariah 13:9

And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried; they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people: and they shall say, The Lord is my God. Zechariah 13:9

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

My Rich Husband

There was an American missionary and his thin wife who went to Africa to live.  An African man came up to him and asked him how much he paid for his wife.  The American proudly replied that he didn't pay anything, his wife was free.  The African replied, "I thought so, I wouldn't have paid anything for her either!"  You see, over in Africa if you have a chubby wife, it was a sign that you are wealthy.   What a concept!  I informed my hubby that he is a rich man after all!  heehee! Many of you have probably watched the movie "Fiddler on the Roof."  Do you remember the song "If I were a Rich Man?"  One of the stanzas begins with these words,
I'd see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.

Oh, my goodness!  a proper double-chin!  The whole idea strikes my funny bone.  If a chubby wife gives the world the impression that her husband is a rich, wonderful provider, why are so many of us women-folk setting goals that will make our husbands look poor?  Who is influencing us anyway?  Who dictates who is "fat" and who isn't?  Our society?  The government?  The medical field?  Which country you live in?  Maybe we should ask each of our husbands what they think we should look like and set our goals accordingly.  Which maybe I should take back those words, for my hubby don't have a problem with me being "chubby", it's me having a problem with it.  Is he supportive of me wanting to lose weight?  Yes, but only for the reason he wants me to feel better and improve my health.   Which brings me to updating my journey to that end.  First, I want to clarify something.  Am I meaning to degrade thin people and say they are poor?  Nope!  I want to be thin and some husbands love thin.   It can be a matter of opinion and different perspectives.      

While on my journey, I have become stuck at a roadside rest with a flat tire for weeks now!  I must have run over a nail in one of my detours.  Or, let's see, another excuse could be is that my dog ate the map.  Yep, that must be it!  It's all because of that nail and my dog that I am still sitting here not moving forward.  The good news is that I haven't backtracked either.  Stuck!   but, really whose fault is it?  My own!  This journey has made me feel mentally exhausted at times.  It requires thinking and sometimes I feel like I can't think anymore.  Let's see....don't eat that, eat this....but I don't have "this" right now, it's still at the store.....eat at this time, but at "this time" I am doing something else, I would rather eat at "that" time.....what can I pack for a snack when I have to be on the road.....need a protein along with a fat along with a grain along with some veggies along with some fruit.......I need more time in the kitchen......when should I take my walk.......I need to remember what I ate so I can write it down, write it down, write it down.......  ssscccrrreeeaaammm!!!

Stop!  Refocus, get another copy of the map, get rid of dog, change the tire, start the van and pull out on that highway once more, for while on the highway is when I feel the best - that is what I want to do.  I want the road to be clear of all obstacles, with huge road signs that prevent me from taking the wrong exit.  I want my husband's reputation is stay in tack, so I will be reasonable in my goals.  : )  All these I wants are goals, but I will refuse to stress and be miserable about them.   Which brings another story to mind.  On a radio talk show a question was asked, "would you rather be fat and happy, or skinny and miserable?"   One man called in and said "I would rather be skinny and miserable" and the host ask "why?"   "Because now I am fat and miserable and if I am going to be miserable either way I would rather be skinny."

Until next time..............


Gail Purath said...

You share some profound things with insight, humor and honesty! Lots of good stuff here, Brenda : )
Why not add an image and pick up my new button (there's a new name for my blog hop) and post this on the hop. I know others would enjoy your insights. Gail

Heather said...

LOL I love your insights Brenda!!
No flat tire here.... it flew off several miles back, no garage in sight to buy a new tire, tried to ride the dog... he ran away. So now I sit here alone in a ditch waiting for someone to come by and pick me up.
That story about the rich man still cracks me up..... I told Jeff we need to move to Africa............he said we'd be poor in no time because Im so picky I wouldnt eat and loose all the weight :P.

Gail Purath said...

You are a hoot, Brenda! I love your stick people : ) Thanks for linking up. I'm praying blessings on your family and your blog as I stop by. Gail

Hazel Moon said...

You are my neighbor at TGIF and I like you right away. Your illustration and then your observation is wonderful. My husband is rich too, at lease according to your story. We both know we should loose a few pounds for helth reasons, but those nails in the tires to keep us at the curb.

Latisha said...

Ugh! I know how you feel!
Maybe it is just a matter of changing my perspective and thinking of myself as "rich."
When we lived in Chicago, our neighbor was a Haitian family. One day she told me that for America she should lose 10 pounds, but for Haiti she should gain 10 pounds!
Visiting from Bible Love notes.