The Arbonne Experience: Overview of Week One

My first week on this journey with Arbonne has come and gone. It was equally exciting and challenging as I have encountered times of victory, trial and error, and opposition. Spending time in prayer and affirmations from dear friends have encouraged me to move forward.

As stated in the previous post, I started this program to change my relationship with food, to eat to live, not live to eat so to speak. For the most part, I am height and weight proportionate, so my goals did not include weight loss (although I could stand to lose a little bit of belly, some may argue not).

I spent Sunday shopping for ingredients and was surprised that the final bill came out $20-$25 cheaper than the usual trips to the supermarket I am accustomed to, buying junk! (Good junk tho…lol)

The first day was surprisingly the easiest. I was off from work, so I had the opportunity to dedicate full, undivided attention to the program. I referenced the blueprint I compiled the day before: incorporate digestion plus, morning detox tea, breakfast shake, salad for lunch, 30 minutes of aerobics, midday shake, dinner, sip the energy fizz throughout the day. Everyday of the week by 6:00pm, my body was satisfied and I didn’t feel the urge to munch on junk food in bed before falling into a coma-like stupor (the former best sleep I ever had!)

I realized my first misstep midway through day 1 when I read a reply to a picture I posted in the 30-Day Cleanse FB group with a caption of my morning tea where I incorporated the digestion plus. The hot tea killed the enzymes rendering the supplement useless. I took the constructive feedback into the next day and dissolved the supplement in water to shoot first thing in the morning. But that time I didn’t measure enough water, (or didn’t stir the supplement good enough), and walked about with this unpleasant I think I ate too much feeling in my belly all day. It wasn’t until day 3 that I mastered the art of the digestion supplement, which I prefer hidden in my morning shake because taste on its own is less than appealing. (Think about dry swallowing a big pill. Now keep that same bitter taste in mind as you imagine drinking it.)

I work in the early morning to mid afternoon. So everyday I would wake up, have my morning tea over the daily devotional, and pack my morning shake, lunch, snacks, and the occasional energy fizzes to work. I remember that week joking to my coworkers about my shakes smelling like “healthy.”

With the different array of products to consume and keep track of, it was easy to feel a bit overwhelmed. Day 2 was my first cleanse, a supplement I had to drink throughout the course of the day to clear the kidneys that administered several bathroom trips. Bouncing back and forth between, shakes, fizzes, water, and the cleanse proved exhausting. I later learned that I could combine the fizzes with the cleanse, and I incorporated that practice on Day 4, my second scheduled cleanse.

Several times during my first week I fell off course and had to reroute. On Day 3, I left for the morning without my morning shake and was in no condition to drive back without being late. Luckily, I work in a kitchen. As an alternative I made an egg and veggie scramble that turned out to be very satisfying and saved that morning shake for the midday. Because of the 4th of July holiday my schedule at work was pushed back an hour on day 4. So I invested in some extra sleep and change in the menu for breakfast, a protein power bowl instead of the usual shake. The additional time seemed to fly by fast. By the time I finished the brown rice for the protein bowl, it appeared that it wouldn’t be too much longer until I had to be at work. I rushed through breakfast and headed out the door without my lunch only to get to work and find out that I was scheduled for a paid holiday off. A true bruh moment.

The majority of time out of my days seemed to go into preparation. Luckily, I chose menu items for breakfast, lunch, and dinner with like ingredients. So nothing appeared to go to waste. Bur because of my scheeule my subconscious wasn’t on preparing things ahead of time. So I did my prep day by day, which accumulated a lot of dishes. Although at the time it made since to me b/c I am unmarried w/o children. So I had more freedom to change my mind, whether to make something at the house, or eat something at work/in town within the guidelines.

On day 4, I prepped ingredients for the remaining meals of the week to rid myself of the overwhelmingness. I portioned out the frozen fruit for my shakes in bags and sealed leftover slices of lemons/limes (that I used for tea, fizzes, and cleanses) in mini tupperware. This cut down on the labor and allowed more time in thr morning to get ready for work. I portioned it out the rice I made earlier that morning for the burrito bowls and more power protein bowls for later. The ingredients remaining from the burrito bowls I made that night (diced onions, diced tomatoes, minced the parsley, etc) made good use for future meals/salads.

As a reminder, I work in the kitchen. We cook three square meals a day for 1200+ clients and staff, so there is plenty of food to go around. Returning to work fresh on the program was a challenge as I cooked and smelled foods I couldn’t eat. The fried and cheesy delicacies were the hardest to resist. I snacked hard on apples & almond butter/carrots and hummus hoping it would clear my mind of the crisp and goey forbidden foods in the warmer. I managed to make it home each day to my midday shake w/o giving in to the delicacies. (Though I was heartbroken I couldn’t indulge in the gourmet breakfast on Friday, still dreaming about those waffles.)

Now allow me to address more of the opposition. This occurred on day 4 One and I was preparing ingredients for dinner. I had my laptop propped up on the stool with the recipe in view, and used my phone to provide the background noise. I was searching YouTube for a support video that was posted in the FB group and came across a couple of videos posted by former Arbonne consultants recording their grievances with the company. I settled for a video from one of my subscriptions instead. Yet later on in the evening my curiosity for the best of me and I decided to watch a couple of the videos. Although they stated by their own admission (some more admitting than others) that participating in the program wasn’t right for them, I couldn’t help but feel some type of way, or be all in my feelings, as my clients would put it (got to love them.) I allowed myself to be affected by the testimonies of people who approached the program led by misconception, and doubted my decision.

I prayed that night and recalled the conversation I had with my coach about changing my relationship with food. Because I had more to credit the program for than blame it, I decided to continue. Any of my friends/family can tell you how much of a glutton I am. I have finished off several sweet potato pies in one sitting, (true story, ask my mom) and yet wouldn’t touch a vegetable to save my life. Spending the introductory week planning has mentally prepared me for the task. Now within the past week I have made healthier choices, and incorporated more vegetables/salad in my diet (whhhhaaaat?), and to my surprise liking it! I brought discuss all concerns with my coach, which I will get into more detail within the next blog. I’ve held you for too long already.

I hope you are enjoying this series and am looking forward to see you in the next one!

The Arbonne Experience: An Introduction

About a month ago, (give or take), I was introduced to  Arbonne Essentials through a fellow member of an organization that I am affiliated with that promotes networking and entrepreneurship among women. I was late to our monthly meeting and missed the presentation, but after everything drew to a close I gravitated towards the table that consisted of the Arbonne products. There were makeup pallets, facial cleansers, and such but I was drawn to the packets of protein powders, and teas. I spoke with the representative of the company who delivered the lecture. I was intrigued and opened up. I am a novice in nutrition and my approach to food is beyond gluttonous. My peers tend to think because I am skinny, because “I can eat whatever I want” without any worry about gaining weight, I have no concerns or reason to complain. In reality, I have a major concern, two as a matter of fact, I am unhealthy (despite my physical attributes), and on a pathway to severe judgement as for many years I have made food my god and my refuge.

You shall have no other gods before me -Exodus 20:3 NIV-

GOD is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble -Psalm 46:1 NIV-

I have used food as means to cope and a substitute for past addictions. The result has made me internally ill. I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count how many times I have finished off groceries in the car before making it home or stuffing my face with junk food in the middle of my intimate time with God. After speaking with the representative, Leslie, she recommended the Arbonne 30-Day Cleanse and provided me with some material to conduct my own research. For the remainder of that week I studied the handout she gave me and browsed the website. Arbonne Essentials has an array of products from skincare, bath/body, nutrition, makeup, and hair; all vegan & gluten/cruelty free. Within weeks of correspondence with Leslie, I secured my membership by ordering the Special Value Pack designed as a starter kit to aid me in the first 30 days.

Within days I was connected to a FB group with tips, and instructions on how to use the program to its full potential. Nowadays we jump on diet trends because it is the “it” thing everyone is doing; yet we stop when we get bored or tired and retort back to our old ways. I appreciate that Leslie, my consultant, clearly articulated to me that this program is designed to change our lifestyle, to aim towards more sustainable health and living. As much as I despise the way I feel, and have been feeling for years, for a while I had yet to take responsibility for the choices I made that led to said feelings, and blamed it on life’s circumstances. I shackled myself with the spirits of fear, regret, offense, and living in the past; all of which have catered to my toxic relationship with food. In order to take this seriously, I dusted off one of my old notebooks to use strictly for this program.

The first step to solving a problem is to identify what is wrong. As I read through the PDF files, posts, and documents provided by the FB group, the pen began to move and fill the pages.

I wrote and studied until sun shone and the clock ticked past my bed time. As a believer I knew this was a journey I could not accomplish alone. Although I have Leslie as I guide, I could not depend on her affirmations and my own strength alone. Being led by my own strength has accomplished nothing for me. That’s right, NOTHING!  So that night before I went to bed, I prayed to God asking him for self-control, perseverance, peace, and fearlessness; considering where I work, temptations are EVERYWHERE. Then I remembered in Paul’s words:

No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so you can endure it. -1 Corinthians 10:13 NIV-

With the help of the shopping lists and recipes provided by the PDF files, I coordinated a menu to begin this week (July 1st – July 6th). 20190630_055240.jpg After my most recent encounter with my consultant I have a clearer understanding on how to incorporate particular products in my meals so I can gather the cleansing benefits without the dread of taking them on in one period. To put it in perspective, think of having to take a said amount of pills/vitamins within the same time frame; one after the other…after the other… …after the other… … …after the other.

Well, that is the just of it, for now. I am beyond excited to go forth with this program, anticipating the results, and getting back into the habit of writing and blogging, something that I love and always wanted to do but never fully perused because of those shackles I used to bound myself. I hope you, the reader, will be present with me as I share in the moments. Like, comment, share…and I will see you in the next one!

Searching for His Kingdom: The Retreat

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About a month ago, I attended a retreat with forty sisters from church. Although I have been on several retreats before, I was completely unprepared for what the Lord had in store for me that weekend.

Within a week, the roster reached full capacity with several women on the waiting list. I knew God would be all over this weekend and gleamed with excitement. All of my friends confirmed they were going, which excited me even more. I immediately thought of inviting a co-worker of mine who I had been ministering to. I filled her up with how great and transparent my friends are and all the fun we were going to have spending the weekend together. As soon as she agreed, I immediately signed her up and paid her fare.

On the day of the retreat, I received a text from my co-worker saying she was going to be late coming to camp because she had to pick up her children after work. She vaguely mentioned that her son was sick, and apologized because of “all the trouble” I went through to reserve her spot. I assured her that everything was fine and convinced her to stay home with her children and nurse her son. As much as I wanted us to experience the joy of God openly and freely outside of work, I understood her situation and knew that God would decide a better time for her. His timing is perfect. Little did I know that He had something special in store… …for me.

Like I said previously, I had been on retreats before with no phone, internet, television, or radio for 72-hours. “This isn’t my first rodeo…” I thought. Little did I know that it was that frame of thinking that brought me to the biggest realization of my spiritual journey.

When my friend and I arrived, our church Pastor, his wife, and his mother-in-law were there setting up. They informed us that the weather forecast projected a drop in temperature all weekend. I went back to my bunk to unpack my extra blanket, but it wasn’t there. I had left it folded on my bed along with the extra pillow. After a short mini temper. I sucked in some air, fixed up my face, and helped with the set up.

As other women arrived, everything in me wanted to run around the cabins to search for my friends and trample them with hugs and warm greetings. However, I spent time serving the ladies dinner; plus it was crazy freezing outside. After everyone had been served, I avoided dinner and went over to my cabin where we kept the hot drinks. It would have been simple to grab a plate and try to engage in the conversations that were happening within the cabins, but a funky feeling came over me. I was unaware of where it came from, probably from not having my blanket, but I kept myself in check by keeping busy refilling the coffee and kettles of hot water.

After everyone filled up on dinner, we had our first session out on the patio between the two cabins. After tidying up the kitchen of the water and coffee, I grabbed my coat and went to the patio, in complete agony that I had left my blanket. My frustration built when I noticed that all the chairs next to the ones my friends took were occupied. I took a seat in the second to last row, hoping to be close to the space heater…but someone had taken a seat on the floor right in front of it. My thoughts of keeping warm and toasty without having my blanket were distorted. (All love to the person who sat in front of the heater. She so happens to be one of my good friends!)

Looking back, I truly believe that God had a hand in all this. Everything from my coworker having to cancel, to me neglecting to pack my blanket, the drop in temperature… …everything was according to God’s plan to put me in a space where I had his full attention. Had my co-worker been able to come, I would have been more concerned for her than the message God had intended for me.

Cold and bundled, (at least most of us were bundled), we sat on the patio and listened as Mrs. Ellen, (the pastor’s mother-in-law), conducted the lesson. I destracted myself with thoughts of how better off I would be with my blanket. As the cold wind blew I turned my face against it, towards Ms. Ellen. As she gave her testimony, I focused on the following words God spoke to me through her “You are worthy of God’s love.” My face fell in my lap and I broke in tears (it wasn’t the first time, but the most impactful). Upon seeing Ms. Ellen, the enemy had me thinking that there was no way we could relate to each other due to shallow differences. But as God spoke through her, I recognized the enemy’s words for what they were, a lie.

I have heard several talks and many have brought me down, but this was different. This time, my mind wasn’t divided and I could fully comprehend what God was trying to reveal to me. After the session we were given some quiet time to journal and meditate on the lesson. I went on a marathon writing down everything that came to mind, whether it was scripture, something I recalled from the session, whatever it was I was writing it down. As quiet time came to an end, the chatter and laughter of women filled the cabins for dessert and hot cocoa. My friends were free and space was available, but I couldn’t join in the festivities. I felt this emotional weight straining my spirit, and there was only one person to speak about it, Ms. Ellen. My friends advised me to go with speak with her privately. So I did. I became vulnerable and cried more than I ever had my whole entire life. It felt great opening up to someone without being judged or my feelings dismiseed. She was so considerate, and gave stern suggestions on what to do stepping forward.

The way God used the weekend to make me vulnerable to Him has revealed things that I forgot about. As I designed the weekend my to bring a co-worker to Christ, God’s designed the weekend to do maintenance on our relationship.

I value the time I spent on the retreat, although I am still in a battle. I encounter attacks everyday. This is when fasting and adequate time with God proves convenient. I credit Him for placing people and content in my life at the right time to be of help to aid me. There is still a long journey ahead as I work out the kinks, but this time I am taking my Father with me.

Searching for His Kingdom: Battle w/ Coveting and Comparison

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For the past couple of months, maybe for several weeks I have coordinated with a friend of mine to tag along with her to several festivals and events. She recently launched her own catering business and has been signing on as a food vendor. She invites me to tag along and collect videos/photos to help boost my business. Although I am always honored by her invitation, instead of rejoicing in spirit sometimes I am envious in the flesh.

Allow me to explain. My friend has a gift that is more marketable and in demand than mine, at least I believe, and that is food. Not only is food sustainable to life and easy to sale, she uses her gift to change lives and attitudes with her dishes.

My gift, on the other hand, is more difficult to market. I am very sentimental. So my business involves taking pictures and making them more relevant and accessible with the times by creating digital albums viewable by disk, phone, or email. I am no expert. I did not attend school or receive any special training for what I am doing. It is just a hobby of mine that I have shared among friends who have used my services. Plus, it is something that I love to do.

I get discouraged because I see my friend racking in all these opportunities with the, responses on her media page and vendor bookings. While on the flip side I am making conversation with those who are fascinated by what I am doing and declare that they need my business, but don’t reach out or answer when I call back. I try to remain faithful but cannot help to fall into that trap of comparison. That’s when envy rears its ugly head. I hate feeling that way, because she (my friend) has included me in all her successes as an opportunity to network. However, when it comes to follow-up, it appears as if those whom I have corresponded with are suddenly unreachable. I then start to doubt myself, lose interest in this venture, and distract myself with other things.

Since the beginning, my friend has always encouraged me to pray about everything, and I have, but my faith doesn’t level up. What makes things so supernatural is that every time I’d be in a study group, studying independently, or scrolling through the news feeds with my insecurities parading in the back, I would come across this verse:

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all things will be added to you Matthew 6:33-

After coming across this verse consecutively, I had no choice but to approach God in prayer. I asked Him to help me and reveal to me the areas in where I am deficient. My faith in God was limited and I started to doubt Him, and everything about myself in the things I am going through. I was still playing the comparison game, and I was losing.

While in church a while back, the pastor was addressing self defiance and referenced the Apostle Paul to the Church of Corinth:

For the body does not consist of one member but of many. If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would be the sense of hearing? If the whole body were an ear, where would be the sense of smell? But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. If all were a single member, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, yet one body. -1 Corinthians 12:14-20-

I knew this verse because I used it in a talk a couple of months prior. Yet, here I am, an ear comparing myself to the eye. My behavior started to drive a wedge within my relationships with others.

The Ten Commandments are a list of laws God gave to Moses for the Israelites who recently left oppression in Egypt. It is pretty evident that my ongoing struggle is with that tenth commandment:

You shall not covet your neighbor’s house; you shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male servant, or his female servant, or his ox, or his donkey, or anything that is your neighbor’s. -Exodus 20:17-

My sin of coveting has blinded me faithfully. For a while I continued to feed more into sin by remaining stagnant, not taking time out with God and doing things according to my own will and conforming to the world instead of seeking God’s righteousness. I’ve lashed out and acted out of character because of it.

I make it a practice to talk pastor, ask for prayer from my accountability team, set time aside to read the word, and ask the Holy Spirit to intercede for me in everything. Although I have picked up these practices, there is still a long journey ahead.

<To be continued>