So. I’ve entered a weight loss competition. Of course, that naturally must mean I need to lose weight.
I was always a skinny kid. I ate whatever I wanted, and never, ever thought twice about it. Soda, french fries, cookies, ice cream… oh dang. I digress. Anyway, I never had an issue with my weight. Even after all of my pregnancies, I would slip my pre-baby jeans right on. All of that finally came to end, as most good things do, after I had a complete hysterectomy. I swear, I gained 30 pounds in a month. I walked and went to the YMCA off and on, but nothing too regimented. I couldn’t loose a pound! I’m a very busy lady, so, I just decided that the new added weight wasn’t that bad. It was a better deal than the pre-hysterectomy issues I had suffered with, and I still wasn’t considered obese for heaven sake! I had only gone up a size or two.
Well, ignoring your body, and keeping busy is not a good idea if you don’t want to gain more weight. I obviously didn’t get that memo, and my new best friend was Denial, so over the next few years, I grew and grew. I grew until I stopped changing in front of the mirror. I stopped hanging out in cute shorts, and I never got out of the shower without a towel already tightly in place. I even wondered what my husband really thought, and secretly feared that he might not be attracted to me anymore.
I would go through seasons of “trying” to do something about it, but life would always get in the way, and that dear friend, Denial, would remind me how important my responsibilities were. Busy, busy, busy. Even when my cholesterol hit 400… I got a prescription, grabbed my friend Denial, and went out to dinner… I would usually fix my frustration by shopping for a new outfit. New clothes can make you feel good, but apparently that only works the first time you wear them… for me anyway.
So here I am. I’ve got a closet full of clothes, and I’ve sent Denial packin. I took this opportunity to enter a competition, not only to lose weight, but to do it from the inside out. This is about life change, not another diet. I am competing against 19 other people from my community, but my toughest competitor will be me.
I do this knowing that I can. I don’t need anymore clothes and my husband adores me no matter what my dress size. Denial keeps calling, but I’ve changed my number. I know I can do anything I set my mind to, and the time has come to set my mind to this…I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13…Really.