I knew it was time to make a change.
I couldn’t fit into many of the pants that were in my closet.
Doritos and sweets were staples in my diet.
I was tired most of the time.
My doctor mentioned I could be entering that “special season” of life as women age. And I knew what often accompanies that… weight gain, and carrying weight differently.
I knew I had to love myself enough to make a change.
I also knew I really wasn’t glorifying God with the body He gave me.
Or didn’t you realize that your body is a sacred place, the place of the Holy Spirit? Don’t you see that you can’t live however you please, squandering what God paid such a high price for? The physical part of you is not some piece of property belonging to the spiritual part of you. God owns the whole works. So let people see God in and through your body. 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 MSG
Twelve weeks ago I decided it was time.
Before I share any further, however, I am pausing to clarify where my heart is here.
It’s not to point fingers or bring on guilty feelings. There’s enough stuff in the world that does that. It’s not to boast or brag. Oh, goodness no. I have nothing to boast about. Not one thing. It’s not to give suggestions or a to-do list. Many of us have a list already too long.
My heart’s desire is to simply share my journey.
I haven’t shared much of these last three months to date. I don’t know why. I guess I just don’t want to ever come across as “I’m the one who has it all together.” Because I most certainly do not.
But today is a good day to share.
Yes, twelve weeks ago, back on January 1, I made some changes.
I changed the foods I ate: I chose for one month to eliminate breads, pastas, and processed sugar from my diet. (Yikes!!)
I changed my workouts: I began to get focused on getting stronger, and changing my workouts to early morning six days a week.
I changed my sleep habits: I focused on getting seven hours of sleep each night.
Let me tell you, the first week was awful. I wanted to quit. But since a friend of mine was doing this with me, I didn’t want to let her down.
The second week was slightly better. My muscles were sore, but I didn’t feel like quitting anymore.
I began to see progress during week four. I felt stronger, and I was no longer craving the foods I was choosing not to eat.
January ended, and since I felt I had a good thing going, I decided to continue through February, and then through March.
In these twelve weeks, I’ve learned much… about food, about health, and about myself. I’ve learned what foods are good for my body, and which ones aren’t so good. I’ve learned to love exercising again, and I’ve learned compromising sleep is compromising my health.
These changes have caused our bathroom scale to be eight pounds lighter when I stand on it now, and my body is five inches less in total diameter. These changes have given me a new wardrobe, so to speak, as I’ve been able to fit into clothes I haven’t been able to wear for two years. Also, the weights I couldn’t lift months ago are now able to be used in my workouts.
Loving myself enough to make a change was one of the best things I could have done these first three months of 2016.
I’ll share more tomorrow, but as I look ahead, these changes are now just a part of my lifestyle. I plan to continue my journey to a healthier me.
Thank you for allowing me to share this piece of my journey with you.
God bless you!
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