I did it. I stepped on the scale this morning. It always comes with a lot of cringing and dread. And maybe sometimes nausea. Truth is, I hate that flat, cold, metal instrument that takes several seconds to show me my fate. As if it is laughing at my tension.
I joined a weight loss accountability group recently, which is probably the only reason why I weighed in this morning, truth be known. And wonder of all wonders…down 1.2 pounds. If I held that weight in my hands, I would barely notice it. But when it’s that much less on a scale than last week, it’s glorious.
When I was younger, I never worried about my weight. I was athletic with a great metabolism, and even when I ate rice cakes and drank Diet Coke over the summer because I was afraid of gaining in the offseason, it wasn’t truly a concern for me. I had a period of time in my early 20’s after college where I gained some, but I just cut back here and there and six weeks later…voila!…back to my comfortable weight.
Then I hit 30. I hated turning 30. And I didn’t even know then how much it would affect my body. Since then, it’s been a constant struggle to maintain a healthy weight. And since having a baby…oh, mercy…some days I wonder why I even try.
I spent just over a year from March 2015 until April 2016 losing 38 pounds just by tracking calories and doing some moderate exercise. And though I still wasn’t at my goal, I felt like a million bucks. (I even got the SUPER PREFERRED rate on my life insurance!) It was fantastic. Then the plateau came (lasting several months). Then vacation. Then Thanksgiving. Then Christmas. (There’s always something, right?)
And now I’ve gained back much of the weight that I lost. So I joined this group and though I’m not looking forward to the meetings with my scale every week, I’m glad to have a group of ladies that share in my struggles and will help me stay accountable.
Accountability is a powerful thing, right?
I will tell you, though, that I’ve learned how little that number on the scale really matters. I do want to be healthier so that I can be the best wife and mama I can be to my two guys. I want to feel good about myself and have the energy to keep up with my rambunctious four year old. But maturity has brought me a better sense of self and knowing that looking good in a particular dress isn’t the most important thing in life. (You may have read about my journey of self-discovery in a previous blog.)
But I also know this:
“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own.” – 1 Corinthians 6:19
“Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sister, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God – this is your true and proper worship.” – Romans 12:1
“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” – I Corinthians 10:31
Woah! So even what I eat or drink is an act of worship? That certainly does cause me to think about what I’m putting my mouth.
No, looking good is not (or should not) be the point of maintaining a healthy weight (even though it is great motivation). Besides staying healthy for my family and my own well-being, God commands in His Word for us to view our bodies as His temple. I don’t want to provide the Holy Spirit with a messy, unkempt temple, do you?
So if the weekly showdowns with the evil scale must continue, so be it. The good guy always wins, right?
Love in Christ,
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