As is the case with every other day, I did not want to work out today. Today, I was feeling more sore than I had in the week and a half that I had begun this journey. A journey to make significant lifestyle changes that will hopefully allow me to do the following: Honor the Lord with my body, since it is a temple of His Spirit. Feel better about who I am and how I feel. And to live the dreams that have accumulated dust over the years.
I was on the elliptical and the clock seemed to be working against me today, almost going back in time instead of moving forward. The first ten minutes were great, I could see myself achieving all of these great things. The last 20, hard as ever. Negative thoughts of quitting and throwing in the towel came rushing through my head. At one point, it felt as though my legs were literally going to buckle underneath of me. The pain was so real, the defeat lingering over my head was so intense, I thought to myself, "I am going to die if I keep going."
In the midst of the flying sweat and pounding heart and bass beats of the music, I then heard a still small voice that reminded me. Yes, I will die if I don't do this...if I don't finish. My dreams will die, my body may even die. It's true, I have a problem. I am overweight, unhealthy, and not happy. I need to lose 179 pounds. That is a big number, and there are times that I am so overwhelmed at the task at hand. But one thing remains true. I will not be overcome, but I will overcome. And I happen to know a God that is bigger than any weight problem, that loves me just as I am, and that has not only saved my life but will enable me to finally live the abundant life I've always dreamed of.
No comments:
Post a Comment