I stood on the scale in disbelief.

“What?? This number can’t be right. Seriously. How in the world did I get here?!”

I hadn’t seen that large of a number on the scale in years. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I decided a long time ago that weighing myself every day wasn’t such a good idea. Once a week, maybe, but most certainly not every day. All too often I allowed the scale’s number to dictate my worth, and consequently, dictate my day.

I had to stop that daily madness.

But it had been weeks since I stepped on that thing, and I guess if I would have sooner, I might have avoided this shocking experience.

To top it all off, I weighed myself at night, before bed.

Who does that?? I’ll tell you who… no one in her right mind.

How did I get here

“How did I get here?”

I kept asking myself over and over.

Did I think the scale was going to lie?? Did I really believe that just because my clothes were fitting “differently” that the scale wouldn’t display reality??

It quickly became clear how I got there.

Desserts. Oh, the desserts. Eating out too often. Indulging in “comfort food” way too much because, goodness, “I deserved it.” And yes, life was “too busy” for me to find time to exercise.

In that moment of realization, it was as if I woke up from a slumber.

I woke up to reality.

Two choices were facing me:

1) I could either tear myself apart with destructive, debilitating, defaming self-talk. I could take myself to the lowest of lows, because after all, I deserved to go there, or

2) I could use this moment as a springboard to become better. I could right then “stop the madness,” and commit to making positive changes immediately to move myself in a new direction… one of health, wholeness, and well-being.

Before crawling into bed that night I chose the second option. I chose to allow this alarming reality check to help me, not to hurt me. I surprisingly looked forward to waking in the morning with a plan and a purpose. A healthier me was in the works.

Unpleasant as they might be, alarming reality checks such as this are what it sometimes takes to wake me up.

You might understand. What reality has hit you recently? Did you find yourself down a path you weren’t intending to travel? What circumstance woke you up to the actuality of your present life? Did life–or something else–distract you, and all at once you realized you weren’t where you wanted to be? Maybe it had nothing to do with your health, but a different area of your life? 

And you asked yourself the question,

“How did I get here?”

It may not feel good at the time, but asking this question is the beginning of awareness, causing us to reevaluate, readjust where needed, and regroup when necessary. Even if the number on the scale shocks us. Even if we find ourselves down a path we didn’t ever want to be on. Even if we’re forced to take a hard look at ourselves and our lives.

Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you. Romans 12:2

A reality check of “how did I get here?” can get us back on track for God’s best for our lives.

And yes, a healthier me is still in the works.

Blessings to you today, friend!



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