I woke up a few weeks ago and got on the scale. To my horror, I had gained back all the weight I’d lost last year. I sat and cried . . .and cried some more, and when I thought the tears were finished, I cried just a little more.
Weight has been my enemy since the first grade. I’m not sure what happened, but I went from a petite blonde to a chunky brunette overnight. Since then, I’ve never been able to keep the weight off longer than a few months to a year. I always fall off the wagon and start eating like I want instead of how I need to. So after I finished my “poor me pity party,” I decided it was time for a change.
I got my walking videos back out and started walking an aerobic mile four times a week. Now that I have that going really well, I pulled out my food diary and started counting calories again. This is the only thing that’s ever truly helped me lose weight in the past. I just have to keep it up instead of letting the holidays take me down.
I haven’t weighed since that fateful day a month ago, but I feel better. I know I’m making the right choices, and it lifts my spirits to know I’m on the right path.
I don’t plan on being skinny or a model. I just want to feel better about myself and look good in the clothes I own.
I think everyone has these struggles that pop up all throughout their lives. One thing that helps me stay strong is knowing that God’s got my back through it all.
Psalm 46:1 God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
He was tempted in every possible way in the desert, and He alone knows the struggles that I’m facing. So when I find myself wrestling with my food addiction, I know God is right there with me, and that helps me choose healthier foods.