The beginning of 2014 I set out goals I wanted to reach by the end of the year. One of the goals was to lose weight. I know pretty common among people. I set out to lose the weight I have gained over the years. I wish I could say the weight was from post-baby but it is not. I started gaining the weight when my youngest, my son, was five years old. At the time I had the mentality that I was young and my metabolism was in overdrive.
I was wrong.
I was naïve. I stopped
working out and eating whatever I liked. At this time we were living in Alaska
and I was not going to the gym in the middle of winter. I mean who wants to
leave their warm home to go out in negative 40 degrees to work out? Not this
lady. Nope. I again was naïve and felt that I would stay the same size.
Over the years I feel I
have tried almost every possible diet and have come to the same result. Losing
weight just to gain it all back and some. This year, 2014, I was determined to
lose weight. I would lose the weight. I would not allow anything to stop me.
Then life happened.
I found myself turning
to food when I was frustrated, angry, hurt, sad, happy, and of course hungry. I
was addicted to food. I was not reaching the goals I had set out for myself. I
needed things to change. I needed to get more serious. I figured if I would
break up my goal into smaller goals. Setting a date and then a certain amount
of weight to lose. Simple. I wouldn’t be overwhelmed with the large number I
set for myself earlier in the year.
I decided my 35th
birthday would be a good date. Mid-November. I had visions of my husband taking
me out and I would be down 20 pounds. I would wear a dress three sizes smaller.
I would feel so good about myself. Then I injured myself. Again I turned to food.
One step forward, three steps back. I felt like a failure. I was aggravated. I
would get even more frustrated when people would say, “well it is just your feet
do an upper body workout.” Trust me, if I could, I would. I could barely walk.
More frustration.
During this time of self-pity and “woe is me”, God was revealing things to me. It is not the number on the scale or the size of my pants. It is not about how much I can bench press or how much I can curl. It is about Him. It is about my relationship with Him. It is about taking this weight loss to Him. Sometimes we may feel like we do not want to bother Him with such things but that IS what He wants. To depend on Him. To trust Him. To rely on Him. It is about our walk with Him. He doesn’t want just part of us. He wants all of us. He wants us to come to Him with all things. Not just the big things.
During this time of self-pity and “woe is me”, God was revealing things to me. It is not the number on the scale or the size of my pants. It is not about how much I can bench press or how much I can curl. It is about Him. It is about my relationship with Him. It is about taking this weight loss to Him. Sometimes we may feel like we do not want to bother Him with such things but that IS what He wants. To depend on Him. To trust Him. To rely on Him. It is about our walk with Him. He doesn’t want just part of us. He wants all of us. He wants us to come to Him with all things. Not just the big things.
He
wants all of us.
My birthday is less
than two weeks away. I will not reach the goal I had set for my birthday and you
know what? I am okay with this because I would take the journey I have had with
Him rather than the number on the scale or the size of my pants. My walk with
Him has gone down a path that I could not even imagine. Will I reach my main goal
of losing 30 pounds by the end of the year? Nope. This journey is long. It will
take longer than a year. It is a marathon not a sprint. I will rejoice in the
weight I have lost. I will rejoice about the journey He has taken me on. I will
rejoice in Him.
841. More time with Him
842. The closeness with
my husband and my two blessings
843. Our new edition to
our family
844. Grace and mercy
845. This weight loss
journey I am on
846. Candles burning
and fireplace on during the early morning hours
847. Miracles God has
done lately
848. A clean and organized
basement
849. My son wanting to
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