I rolled over and looked at the clock. Yep it’s another day. Beyond all reason and rationality, I slid out of bed and stripped off everything that might weigh even the slightest ounce as I headed to the scale.
I thought, “Maybe today will be the day the scale will be my friend and not reveal my secrets. Maybe somehow overnight the molecular structure of my body shifted and today I will magically weigh less.”
I yanked out my ponytail holder – hey, it’s gotta weigh something – and decided to try again. But the scale didn’t change its mind… It was still not my friend at all.
Vowing to do better, eat healthier, and make good choices, as I headed to my kitchen only to have my resolve melt like the icing on the cinnamon rolls my daughter just pulled from the oven. Oh, who cares what the scale says when these rolls speak such love and deliciousness to my taste buds & stomach. Two and a half cinnamon rolls later, I decided tomorrow would be a much better day to keep my promises to eat healthier. But sadly tomorrow wasn’t the day. Or the next. Or the next.
I knew I needed to make changes, because this issue wasn’t really about the scale or what clothing size I was; it was about the ongoing battle that raged in my heart for sweets. I thought about, craved, and arranged my life too much around food. So much so, I knew it was something God was challenging me to surrender to His control. Surrender to the point where I’d make changes for the sake of my spiritual health perhaps even more than my physical health.
I had to get honest enough to admit it: I relied on food more than I relied on God. I craved food more than I craved God. Food was my comfort. Food was my reward. Food was my joy. Food was what I turned to in times of stress, sadness, and even in times of happiness.
I knew this battle would be to hard to overcome alone. I had to make up in my mind to make God, rather than food, my focus. Each time I craved something I knew wasn’t part of my healthy eating plan, I used that craving as a prompt to pray. I craved a lot. So, I found myself praying a lot.
Somedays I even wound up on the floor in my closet, praying with tears running down my face. And I gave myself permission to cry, just like the psalmist in Psalm 5:1-3.
Then, one morning, it finally happened. I got up and for the first time in a long time, I felt incredibly empowered. I still did the same crazy routine with the scale, no clothes, no ponytail holder. <~ (don't judge me) LOL! The numbers had changed dramatically, & my heart had changed, the way I felt about myself had changed for the better. That one day of victory tasted better than any of the food I'd given up could ever taste.
Waiting with expectancy on God & using prayer as my weapon to combat those unhealthy food cravings
along with exercising at least 5 days a week help me lose 45 lbs. When I started my weightLoss journey I wore 198lbs. My height is 5'5".
Even to this very day when I'm weak and I notice I'm falling back to those old bad habits I still use prayer as my guide to regain my focus to keep me on track. It's a win win situation for me.
💃 One Love❤️