So after avoiding the scale since Thanksgiving, yesterday I stepped on it in terror of what the needle may point to. Ummm yeah, 12 pound gain! TWELVE FREAKING POUNDS!!!! And I am nursing, I can't imagine what it would have said had I not been nursing. Holy cow, no wonder I have a muffin top in my jeans again. This is ridiculous. Why do I indulge myself into a bigger jean size? I love the holidays, but it is relief to me that they are over. No more cookies, Eggnog, hot buttered rum, chocolate, no more! Today, I am getting back on the I don't want to be fat wagon. My 10 year high school reunion is this summer, and I am not going looking like this. This month's goal is to lose 10 pounds. Just 10 by the end of January. Which for me, as long as I am sticking to my plan is completely reasonable.
I just can't keep treating my body like this any more. If we are the temple of the Holy Spirit, I am severely hindering His effectiveness in me. With my body in this condition, I am less energetic to play with my kids, walk my dogs, do stuff for me, or hang out with my hubby. It doesn't just affect me, it is a ripple my whole family feels. Indulging isn't good for my organs or skin; and if I look unhealthy on the outside, how much harder is it for people to see the Light shine through me? When I am working out, I have more patience, endurance, and zing to get through my day. I don't need a mainline of coffee constantly, and I am not searching for opportunities to take a nap. On the days I work out, I get more accomplished; house work gets done, dinner is usually ready by the time Tim walks in the door. My whole house feels more peaceful. I watch less TV when I am putting my health first, which includes my spiritual health. I pray more, read more, and remember more. And the thing is, I usually like to work out- once I get started. Never to I regret working out, but I sure as heck regret each day I don't. Here's to the New Year. I don't need to make the "new year's resolution." For me, it is a daily resolve, and so back on the wagon I climb....
2 comments:
I'm right there with ya sister! I'm terrified to get on the scale, but know that the cookies for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the past month sure left a mark. (I'm thinking like a 15lb mark!) My problem is I don't like to workout. Maybe we could try and get together to walk or something. Some good conversation with a good friend might help to make working out a little more enjoyable for me!
Love ya!!
I am all about a walk with you! That would be fun. I am a fair weather walker though, so we'll have to plan it for days it isn't pouring.
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