The past few weeks I have been surrounded by food. I guess that comes with family reunions! :) There was so much food. Have you ever gotten sick of the sight of food? I have, and yet I still eat. An oxymoron I know. Since we left to go back East for our trip, we have been surrounded by food, snacks in the car, pit stops for meals, family reunion meals, and of course the occasional ice cream. It is there at arms length at all times and it takes a lot of strength to walk away after your fair share. So what has all this brought?
I have happened to gain my weight back. I know that you reader, are not shocked. It was bound to happen. Why? Because I failed to care enough to want something more. I wanted the instant gratification instead of the eternal reward. You may think of me as you want, but I plan to think of this as a journey. When climbing a mountain, there comes some treacherous terrain, there comes stumbling, and slips, but the goal is to reach the top. The scrapes, and bruises you receive become a story to tell along the way. They tell your story, your struggle, and your hope. They also will frame your accomplishment, and you will not be able to imagine your climb any differently without them, because they shaped you. So I am stumbling, I have lost my footing, and but I am bound to find it again. I haven't given up hope, so please don't either.
The last few days, as I am coming out of the food coma, I have been contemplating on what I can do, what goal I want to make, and what I want to accomplish. So I think I am going back to my 100 days and 60 pounds. I going to do what I know works, back to the original goals that I have made. And I hope that you will be patient as I give myself a few days to work up the courage. You see fear always comes when you are striving to do something right. Fear wants to hold you back and keep you from improving. I need to regain my courage to overcome the fear. Pray for me.
1 comment:
I will pray for you.
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