The past couple of weeks I have been in a slump. While I have been keeping up with my workouts, I have been eating out of bounds and those tiny allowances started to stack up and show themselves.
Pretty soon, I started feeling those old, negative thoughts and feelings start to take over. Not wanting to backslide into my old ways, I did some some soul searching.
I’ll confess that I had an expectation to be down 100lbs by now, and since I’m only down 65lbs I started pouting and doubting. Risking all my progress because I didn’t get what I wanted. Throwing a fit like a big, prideful baby.
When I began writing this blog in 2013, it was in “the pursuit of a meaningful makeover”. I wanted to make a change in my life but didn’t know where to start, and I didn’t want it to be focused on JUST a number on a scale. So I started typing. Writing has always come naturally to me and been a therapeutic friend.
I named the blog “Realology” because I wanted to be REAL in the study and discovery of myself, after being lost so long to depression and the LIE of who I thought I was, or was supposed to be.
I had an EXPECTATION in my mind of what a good Christian woman, wife and mother was supposed to be and look like. After years of “trying” and falling short, (of the EXPECTATION!) and the subsequent feelings of failure and self loathing that led me to gain an extra 200lbs on my body…I reached my bottom.
Since then, I have struggled to untie spiritual, relational, and personal knots in my heart and focus on my faith instead of all my fears.
It hasn’t been easy at all.
This has not been a slow and steady marathon.
This has been a rugged, off road, uphill trek for my life.
There has been blood, sweat and many tears.
Many shameful moments of backsliding and stumbling.
Moments of pure embarrassment and inadequacy.
I have also dragged myself through thick fear, doubt, jealousy, pride, and self pity.
But I didn’t quit.
By the grace of God, I kept going.
I’m not at the top. Still climbing.
Who knows when I will get there?
“EXPECTATIONS are premeditated disappointments”.
Once again, I find myself surrendering my expectations. Letting go, and trusting LOVE, instead of fear.
In a few days I will be celebrating my one year of fitness milestone. On August 22nd of last year I walked through the doors of my gym and my life has changed dramatically.
I refuse to be be disappointed because of a number. What I’ve gained and lost can’t be measured.
I don’t want skinny. I want able.
That is my new mantra. My battle cry for the next year ahead of me. Yes, I want the weight loss, but I want to RUN. I want to JUMP. I want to DO the things I can’t yet do. I want to be ABLE.
I’m already able to do so much more than I thought possible. I can’t wait to see what’s ahead.
Thank you for going on this journey with me, and for all of the support. It has been a true gift.