Okay,
I have not only circled this mountain of weight loss and maintenance countless
times, I’m sure I could have counted it as several marathons by now.
I
was one of those when I was younger that I could (and did) eat anything and
everything and “get away” with it. It shocks me now when I think back on my
eating habits. Or lack thereof. I played sports all through school but
basically lived on Pepsi and limited amounts of real food.
Along
came marriage and kids and with it the increase in my weight. I felt hopeless
and lost. I didn't recognize who I was anymore. Physically, emotionally or spiritually.
I
figured I just needed more self-control, right? NOPE!
I've set up camp on the mountain of control unfortunately. The all or nothing
mentality was always tucked right in my backpack for the journey around the
mountain as well.
If
I couldn't do “it” just right then I’d just run faster around the mountain. I
knew I must just not be trying hard enough so I would punish myself with either
more exercise or less food. Most times, both.
To
the outside world it probably looked like I had it together as I was able to
lose the pounds and was quite active again. Along with many other women though,
I was good at making the trip around that same mountain look just how I wanted
it to the outside world.
What
I hid from others, as well as myself honestly, was the attempt to control
everything was sucking the life right out of me. I placed every ounce of my
value on how well I could “perform”. And
I do mean perform! If I could just do a better job of controlling my food
intake and my exercise output I’m sure it would fill the spaces that were empty
in me.
I
remember the day I was driving a tractor in the hay field and I felt the Lord
nudging me towards the truth. I was trying to do everything my way. God wanted
to be God of everything in my life. That meant I couldn't give him my heart but withhold my body.
My
body is and always has been HIS! I wanted God to be the Lord of my life. BUT, only the parts I wanted to surrender.
There were a few things I was sure I just needed to hang onto. I mean, God has
a ton of stuff on his plate already, right? He couldn't possibly care about my
weight issues.
WRONG!
He
does care. Every hair on my head. Every breath I take. Every choice I make,
even in regards to my health. He cares!
I
wish that with this revelation I could tell you I make healthy choices every
minute of every day. I don’t. I still forget to plan sometimes and end up
grabbing anything I can get my hands on because I let myself get to hungry. I freely
admit I still prefer chocolate over celery any day of the week.
I
have found freedom though. No more extremes either way for me. I may look at
the mountain from time to time but I refuse to get back in the rut that circles
it. I’m making a daily choice to turn north.
Lord,
help me trust you with this north bound path. Give me the strength I need to
make healthy choices. I want to be fit for the call you have for me. Thank you
for new revelation in our lives. I pray you will move in each person’s life
that is reading this. In Jesus’ name,
Amen.