If you have read this blog for some time, you might remember a time when I journaled my progress on what I like to call The Big D (aka diet, weight loss journey, healthy lifestyle, cruel and unusual punishment...choose whatever semantical choice that works for you). During that time I lost about 15 pounds (my most successful attempt at weight loss ever). After some time, my motivation and resolve dissipated and that journey (successful, but unfinished) ended.
Fast forward to three weeks ago, when (by the grace of God), I picked it back up again (the journey). I hesitate to say this on my blog because this creates a whole new level of pressure for me, but I experienced a victory in this area today that is worth being told.
Let me catch you up a little bit. I have completed three weeks of this journey so far which has included eating only 1200-1300 calories a day and exercising 4-5 times during the week (not to mention giving up soda!).
The first week I lost 2 lbs. Right, not great for a first week, but I'll take it.
Last week, 1/2 lb. Discouraging, but I pressed on.
This week. 1/2 lb. (that is one half of a pound, not 1-2, just to clarify ; ).
My initial reaction(s) after my dreaded visit to the scale?
Heap of tears on bed.
Defeat.
Hopelessness.
Distinct impulse to make muffins and gorge myself on them.
Just to name a few.
Thankfully, Rich (my husband) came over and gave me a hug, and even though he didn't do it out loud, I know he started to pray for me because I felt God's sweet peace come over me. So, I dried my tears, got off the bed and finished getting the boys off to school. After they left, I decided to forgo the muffins, and opted for something more substantial (the bread of life). I am so grateful that I did because He gave me such a beautiful, victorious perspective to replace my defeated one.
You see, one of my goals in all of this (aside from losing weight) has been to stop running to food for my needs and instead run to God (Inspired by reading the book, Made To Crave by Lysa Terkeurst...get it, read it).
About halfway through my time with Him this morning, I realized I did just that (okay, I am bawling now), but you see, every other time I have experienced this point in a weight loss journey (defeat), I have thrown my hands up in the air and said, "Well, I might as well eat whatever I want, because, what is the point?!".
Well, friends....
Today, I see the point.
The point is that I need...
GOD (NOT food)
EVERY.
SINGLE.
MINUTE.
OF.
EVERY.
SINGLE.
DAY.
THAT is the point.
VICTORY.
Monday, April 18, 2011
The Big D Revisited
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Prepare To Be Shocked
17 days.
That is how long I have gone without a COKE or soda of any kind!
If you know me at all, you know that this is...
HUGE.
MONUMENTAL.
UNHEARD OF.
Need proof? This is the Mother's Day card William made for me last year.
Yeah. I have never gone more than 5 days without a soda before. I can hardly believe it myself. I have committed to being soda free until Easter. My hope is by then I won't want it anymore after that. Possible? Maybe. The jury is still out. It was actually not as difficult as I expected. The first week was the hardest, but since then it hasn't been so bad. I am trying to figure out exactly how I feel about it all. I don't necessarily feel like I want one, but I think my mind still thinks I should? It is all kinds of weird.
Stay tuned...
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