April 14, 2016

GUYS, I Think My Scale is Broken

Before my Monday morning coffee, before my Jesus time, before I can even manage to utter a word to a sole in my house, I crawl out of the bed and head to the bathroom for my weekly weigh in. And guess what...MY SCALE IS BROKEN!!!

I have put my tooshie on that scale week after week and that blessed red needle just isn't moving! Not up, not down, not anywhere. I am half convinced that I could put a 5 pound bag of sugar on the thing and it would still say the same number as when I get on.

Now, I only weigh myself once a week because, as I have told you, I have a bit of an obsessive personality. Once a week is enough to keep me on track but not too much to leave me obsessing. That really has nothing to do with my broken scale. I just thought I would throw that out there...moving on.

I am eating well, I am running and exercising consistently, I am drinking water, I am sleeping and yet that red needle refuses to budge.  Each Monday I get on that scale and stare at that same number - I have a choice. I can give up. I can make excuses. Or, I can say a quick "thank you, Jesus" that the needle at least didn't go any further to the right.

Not seeing the number on the scale move at all {:especially after I have told you all about Operation 30:} could cause me to give up and reach for the next jar of Nutella, and the struggle is all too real my friends. But I can't give up because this isn't a fad for me. It didn't take me 3 months to get out of shape so it certainly is going to take more than 3 months for me to get in great shape. I am not dedicated to a number. I am dedicated to a process and a lifestyle. It also makes it easier to not give up when you identity isn't in that number either, but that is another post for another day.

I could also make excuses. I could make excuses that I sit in class all the time and most days I have 12-13 hour days filled with work, class, ministry, and catchups with people. I could make excuses that I have health issues I am battling that make it more difficult to loose weight. I could blame it on the fact that my housemates are all twigs and eat a diet of Starbursts and Apple Pie and one girl can only have so much self-control. I can make excuses all day and some of them are pretty legitimate, but excuses don't create change...but a new mindset will.

Before I set foot on that scale I remind myself that if that number is going to cause me to feel defeated or going to cause me to feel less I am not stepping on the scale. I am not less of a person or more of a person because of where that red needle lands. My identity is secure and locked up in Christ alone. However, I am committed to a journey, regardless of this stupid scale because my body is the only place I will live forever.

So be encouraged - pick your health motto, and simply refuse to quit. One of the best feelings in the world is proving to yourself you can!
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