Spending a week in Abuja, Nigeria in October was a once-in-a-lifetime experience on many levels – both good and bad. While I can’t ignore the obvious dangers that plague the country, I also feel like I’d be missing the opportunity to share real life lessons I took away from the trip.
Nigeria is an amazingly beautiful country that is severely underdeveloped, which makes it a place far off the typical tourist’s path. It’s a catch-22 because on the one hand the tourism industry desperately needs foreign dollars, yet as a tourist it’s a tough place to navigate.
Thankfully the guys from the Sheraton were incredibly sweet and helpful – they were the reason I felt comfortable leaving the hotel and venturing out of the city after the bomb scare.
1. Never underestimate the power of infrastructure.
Most people (myself included) walk through our lives without noticing all the services that enable us to get educated, pursue careers, and grow a family. I’ve often taken for granted garbage collection, electricity, piping that delivers fresh water and removes waste, safe and driveable roads, reliable transportation networks, fire departments, postal service, access to hospitals, etc.
It’s truly those ‘little’ things that make all the difference – they give us the ability to make choices. They free up our time to pursue other interests. Just the fact that we have clean, fresh water in our homes is an enormous luxury.
Just imagine having to cart home all the water you need to use each day for drinking, cooking and washing.
2. Despite the fear mongering on the news, we live in one of the safest countries in the world.
Our concerns are minimal at best. The odds of war breaking out in our neighborhood, being kidnapped by a militia, or even encountering a check-point where armed men determine your fate are so infinitesimally small that we don’t even have to worry about those things happening.
Sure, there are sick people and unsafe neighborhoods but our concerns about school shootings, terrorist on planes, or the possibility of gang-related atrocities do not impede our daily lives.
Just the fact that we can drive at night without the fear of bandits or kidnappers is amazing.
3. Africans are among the friendliest, most resilient people on the planet.
I can’t even fathom what it’s like to live with constant uncertainty, in extreme and hopeless poverty, governed by people who are selfish and brutal.
The history of Nigeria is heartbreakingly full of war, disease and devastating corruption.
Yet against all odds the peoples’ spirits have not been broken.
There’s a warmth and beauty that is undeniable – they are proof that humanity is overwhelmingly good.
They aren’t just victims.
Nigerians are optimistic overcomers.
They’re innovators and entrepreneurs who work day and night to bring in the few dollars it takes to feed their family and keep gas in the generator.



4. I am damn lucky and better continually help raise others up in my city and around the world.
There’s no rhyme or reason why I was born into this obviously privileged life.
I could just as easily have been born into very different circumstances. But here I am.
I’ve seen too much to be complacent. I need to continually push myself to give more generously of my time, talents, and resources to help those in need… because if I were on the other side of town, or on the other side of the world, I’d hope that I wasn’t so easily forgotten.



At 6:30a I find myself stumbling down the hall, using my sweatshirt’s sleeve to wipe the dried drool from the side of my cheek. Another day has started with Jude’s cry calling to me from within a dream. By the time I’m nearing his room I’m already struggling to recall the adventure I’d been immersed in only moments earlier. Had I been flying again? Or was I falling? I can’t quite remember.
Before pushing the door open I call out in a sing-song voice, “Hey baby, Mommy’s coming… I love you and miss you!”.
As I peek my head in I see he’s already standing, holding on to the crib bars anticipating my arrival. I lean over and swoop him into my arms, pulling him tight against my chest to give the first hug of the day.
With his cheeks still red, he snuggles in to my shoulder and then promptly pulls away – frantically looking around wondering if there’s anything to see – even though it’s still dark enough outside that I’d stumble without the glow of the nightlight.
We head back to my bed where I lay him down next to me so that we’re still touching. He pulls at my shirt and opens his mouth waiting for our special time to begin.
In seconds I feel the familiar force of his latch and he begins coaxing the milk out.
At first his gulps are audible but his rhythm slows down as he settles in to the bed, knowing there’s really no rush.
As his belly fills I sense what feels like a warm stream of water swirling around and through me and I think this is real peace. Authentic serenity.
With his eyes closed his tiny hand reaches out, looking to tap on my skin – a simple yet profound reassurance of my presence.
I can’t help but smile. My heart is so full of love.
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I worry that I’ll forget as time passes so I need to share these thoughts because I want to remember to savor them.
I’ve been so lucky to have this amazing routine with baby Jude for almost 3 months, and there’s no doubt that those special moments we share each morning will be some of my most cherished memories of him at this age.
I almost gave up on breastfeeding because it was really difficult for me. I often cried as I went through the motions of pumping and feeding, frustrated that my efforts seemed in vain for so many weeks. Would my milk ever come in enough for him to be satisfied with just me?
It would.
And the incredibly tender and intimate moments breastfeeding has created – the bond it helped cement – was worth it all.
Jude at 8 months, 3 weeks old
I get a lot of messages asking what I eat and so I’m going to post a series specifically about food.
One of the things I’ve realized about myself is that when I’m writing down what I eat it makes me more conscious of what I’m sticking in mouth, and I end up making better choices. After enduring a frustratingly long plateau I decided to go back to basics and focus on religiously tracking my food consumption again. And what I found surprised me – I was over my Points allowance almost every day. So, while I thought I was doing well and blamed my plateau on breastfeeding, the truth was that I was eating a bit more than I should… not enough for me to gain, but too much for me to keep losing.
Getting the day started off on a healthy foot is incredibly important for my success.
As a kid I never ate breakfast. I remember in high school that at some point I was told breakfast was an important component to weight loss so I’d often grab two Pop Tarts for a whopping 440 unfilling calories. I think about that now and go “eeeeeek!”.
One of the biggest changes I’ve made over the last few years is ditching high calorie, low density foods – which make up a lot of the quick breakfast items.
In terms of food I tend to become a creature of habit – having a routine helps me stay on track and feel in control. This is my favorite meal at the moment, which takes about 8 minutes to make…
It consists of 1 egg (2pts / 75cal), 2 Boca sausage links (1pt / 70cal), 1 Thomas High Fiber English Muffin (1pt / 100cal) plus no sugar jam (1pt / 40cal). To prevent stick-age I use the Misto Olive Oil Sprayer, one of my most-used wedding presents… thanks brother!
While I eat this combo most mornings – I also rotate in other options so I don’t get bored:
- 1.5c of Special K with Red Berries and 1/2c skim milk (4pts / 220cal)
- 1 Dannon Light & Fit yogurt (2pts / 80cal)
- 2 packets of Quaker Lower Sugar Instant Oatmeal Apples & Cinnamon (4pts / 220 cal)
What’s for breakfast in your house?
A few days ago we had to do a Babies R Us run – we needed to add a few bottles to our collection because at eight months old, Jude is eating more and breastfeeding less.
If you’ve ever been to BRU you know they have special parking for pregnant moms, and without thinking, I found myself pulling in to the space…
And then it struck me: Expectant Mothers.
Staring at the cutesy stork I sucked in a big breath. My heart was racing.
Of course no one in the parking lot noticed or cared, but I felt a strong urge – an internal need – to justify my right to park there.
… it’s like I wanted to shout out to the world “My heart is pregnant, even if my belly is not!”
I can’t help but wonder if others consider me an expectant mother. Because I do.
Despite the lack of crazy hormones biological changes, I sense the shift in my spirit – the drawing closer, the anticipation, the worry.
There’s more of an urgency this time around… I simply can’t shake the sense that I am needed now, that my family is separated.
Because we are.
I am forced once again to simply trust – in the process, and in the Divine.
So… to my waiting sweetie pies, mommy is whispering to you: I am eagerly awaiting our union. I am expecting you.
My weight loss journey has been a long road… but being part of this amazing community of people out there struggling (and succeeding) with getting healthy has inspired me to push on when times got tough. The number on the scale isn’t everything – but having that feedback has been critical for me.
My hope is that just as other peoples’ stories have motivated me, that my progress will help carry you.
Below are my weights from 2005 to the present:
| September 25, 2005 | 175 | 2005 all-time high | |
| January 20, 2006 | 169 | 2006 | |
| June 7, 2006 | 164.4 | joined WW | |
| June 14, 2006 | 160.4 | ||
| June 21, 2006 | 157.2 | ||
| June 28, 2006 | 156.6 | ||
| July 5, 2006 | 152.8 | ||
| July 12, 2006 | 153.2 | ||
| July 26, 2006 | 153.8 | ||
| August 2, 2006 | 151.2 | ||
| August 16, 2006 | 150.4 | ||
| August 23, 2006 | 151.4 | ||
| September 2, 2006 | 147 | hit my 10% | |
| September 9, 2006 | 147.4 | ||
| October 26, 2006 | 144 | moved to England | |
| November 2, 2006 | 141 | ||
| November 9, 2006 | 139.5 | ||
| November 16, 2006 | 139 | ||
| November 23, 2006 | 136 | ||
| November 30, 2006 | 133.5 | ||
| December 7, 2006 | 132.5 | ||
| December 14, 2006 | 129 | ||
| December 21, 2006 | 128.5 | ||
| January 4, 2007 | 127 | 2007 | |
| January 11, 2007 | 124.5 | ||
| January 18, 2007 | 125 | ||
| January 25, 2007 | 124 | ||
| February 1, 2007 | 121.5 | ||
| February 8, 2007 | 120.5 | ||
| February 15, 2007 | 119.5 | ||
| February 22, 2007 | 115.5 | ||
| March 8, 2007 | 110 | reached goal | |
| March 15, 2007 | 113.5 | ||
| March 29, 2007 | 113 | ||
| April 12, 2007 | 110 | ||
| April 19, 2007 | 109 | ||
| April 26, 2007 | 107 | ||
| May 3, 2007 | 106 | ||
| May 17, 2007 | 106 | ||
| May 24, 2007 | 105 | all-time low | |
| June 13, 2007 | 105.2 | moved to Wisconsin | |
| June 27, 2007 | 107 | ||
| July 25, 2007 | 105.6 | ||
| August 29, 2007 | 109.8 | ||
| September 22, 2007 | 107.6 | ||
| October 8, 2007 | 107.2 | ||
| October 22, 2007 | 108.6 | ||
| November 5, 2007 | 108.4 | ||
| November 12, 2007 | 108.2 | ||
| January 23, 2007 | 106 | ||
| February 2, 2008 | 105 | 2008 | |
| March 13, 2008 | 111 | ||
| March 27, 2008 | 107.8 | ||
| May 2, 2008 | 111.2 | ||
| August 7, 2008 | 117 | ||
| August 14, 2008 | 115.4 | ||
| December 31, 2008 | 128 | 21wks pregnant | |
| January 30, 2009 | 133 | 2009 | |
| February 27, 2009 | 140 | ||
| March 12, 2009 | 150 | 31wks pregnant | |
| April 16, 2009 | 158 | ||
| April 22, 2009 | 159 | 37 wks pregnant | |
| April 29, 2009 | 160 | ||
| May 6, 2009 | 161 | 2 days before Jude’s birth | |
| May 11, 2009 | 171 | swollen from c-section | |
| May 12, 2009 | 168 | ||
| May 13, 2009 | 161 | ||
| May 14, 2009 | 155.5 | ||
| May 15, 2009 | 154 | ||
| May 18, 2009 | 150 | ||
| May 21, 2009 | 146.5 | ||
| May 25, 2009 | 143.5 | ||
| May 27, 2009 | 143 | ||
| June 5, 2009 | 142 | ||
| June 11, 2009 | 141.5 | ||
| June 13, 2009 | 139 | rejoined WW | |
| June 17, 2009 | 136.6 | ||
| June 24, 2009 | 135.6 | ||
| July 1, 2009 | 133.2 | ||
| July 8, 2009 | 130.8 | hit my 5% | |
| July 15, 2009 | 130.2 | ||
| July 22, 2009 | 127.8 | ||
| August 5, 2009 | 129.4 | ||
| August 12, 2009 | 129.8 | ||
| August 19, 2009 | 128 | ||
| September 9, 2009 | 125 | hit my 10% | |
| September 16, 2009 | 123.8 | ||
| September 23, 2009 | 124 | ||
| September 30, 2009 | 122.6 | ||
| October 7, 2009 | 122.4 | ||
| October 14, 2009 | 121.2 | ||
| November 4, 2009 | 120.6 | ||
| November 11, 2009 | 120 | ||
| November 18, 2009 | 119.8 | ||
| November 25, 2009 | 118 | ||
| December 9, 2009 | 118 | ||
| December 23, 2009 | 117.8 | ||
| January 6, 2010 | 117.8 | 2010 | |
| January 13, 2010 | 117.6 | ||
| January 21, 2010 | 115.6 | ||
| January 27, 2010 | 119.4 | ||
| February 11, 2010 | 114.6 | ||
| October 21, 2010 | 119.4 | ||
| October 28, 2010 | 117 | ||
Update:
The winner is commenter Seiraine. Thanks to everyone who took the time to post a comment – I was truly blown away by the quality of the responses!
In honor of Lose For Good and as a thanks to all of you for supporting me on my own weight loss journey, I’m giving away a 3 month Weight Watchers membership!
Details:
1. To enter simply leave a comment sharing something about what losing weight & getting healthier means to you.
2. Deadline for entry is midnight on Mon 9/14/09.
3. Winner will be chosen at random & will be contacted via YouTube or email.
Here’s a bit about how the Lose For Good campaign works:
As Weight Watchers members lose weight from August 30th to October 17th, Weight Watchers will donate up to $1 million to Share Our Strength and Action Against Hunger to help feed children and families who need it. Plus, WW meetings all across the country are asking members to participate in local food drives. The idea is that members would bring in a pound of food for every pound of weight they lose each week.
Last year members donated an amazing 1.5 million pounds of food to local food banks through Lose For Good, and Weight Watchers donated $1 million to SOS and AAH.
For Share Our Strength, the money donated gave kids in the US access to healthy foods, including funding after school snacks, summer meal programs and founding community gardens. For Action Against Hunger, the donation meant the difference between life and death of 6,000 malnourished children in places like Africa & Asia.



