Times of Refreshing Come from the Lord....

I am feeling good this morning. I started my exercise regimen this week. I am on the Slim Fast diet and this is the last diet I am trying. On Sunday night I committed to REALLY do this diet right. That means no sneaking in my Hardee's chicken, no sneaking in my Chinese food. So far so good. I think Slim Fast modified the plan because you can have a half a sandwich with your shake. Only time will tell. This morning I got up at 330 and I hopped on the treadmill. I thought I would be dragging and tired, but it was the exact opposite. It was actually kind of invigorating. I have to work out in the morning because my ass is too lazy to do it in the afternoon. When I get off work, I just want to come home, play with my baby, watch my Netflix, and just unwind. Not sweat to death on a treadmill. At least in the morning, I have gotten it over with.
The Lord is beginning to deliver me from my issues I was having last week. I know one thing for sure and two things for certain, that the Word of God is stronger than any situation that you are going through. When you are going through you have to stretch out on His word to give you comfort.
After 17 years of relaxing my hair, I have decided to transition to natural hair. My sister and I had a long conversation last night about being brainwashed into thinking natural hair is unkept and unprofessional. Why should the hair the good Lord gave me be considered a bad thing? No one would tell a white woman with curly hair to keep hers straight ALL the TIME because straight hair looks more professional. I have been thinking about this all week and the final decision came after something I saw at my daughters daycare. There is a little girl in the Pre-Kindergarten class who had natural hair. Now, her mama wasn't taking care of it at all so it did look a little dry, but that was nothing that couldn't be fixed. She kept it in braided ponytails and she looked fine to me. Keep in mind this child is no more than 5 years old. I walked in the daycare on Monday and the little girl had a relaxer. *sigh* Yes, her hair was swinging in the wind and she could wear it out, but what bothered me was what this meant for this little girl. This was her induction into a society where you will be bound to that relaxer forever and ever. I remember my first relaxer when I was 11 years old. When I started getting new growth I was horrified at the new texture, I wanted that gone STAT! Now years later, I am trying to fight to get back the very thing that I ran from. I can tell you one thing, Miss Beasley is not getting a perm anytime in the next 15 years. First of all, I spent mass amounts of time showing her how to work with her hair texture and not against it. I wash it, I deep condition it and then I air dry her hair in four big braids, then I braid it in whatever style is suitable. Her hair is thriving. Its about half way down her back and she's only three! So, with all that said, I am transitioning. Hell, if I don't like it, my Silk Elements Relaxer is waiting with open arms. Be Blessed!