You know, sometimes I really hate late nights. Like tonight. When I have too much time to think. And then I think about my day, the things I've done, the actions I did or did not take. And then I start to over think. I know, I know.
Like this morning, for instance. When I weighed-in on the scale. And then I immediately wanted to hurl the scale, or maybe just myself, off in a fit of temper. Because the number was seriously high. And I know numbers don't matter, especially when clothes are fitting loose. But lemme tell you...I'm a numbers girl...and I like numbers. So, to me, numbers DO MATTER. Why? Because it's something I can see visibly. Which stinks...because then I get hung up on these numbers...and, well, now you know what a semi-conversation looks like inside my head in this paragraph here.
All that to say...
I had to breathe. And NOT let the numbers get me down. Because I know I've been working out. For the most part, I've been REALLY good on my meals/eating habits/lifestyle changes. And that all this interval training has made me get some serious muscles on my body (yaaaaaaaaaay).
But I have received that I need to just bury the scale somewhere in the boonies in hopes that it never find me anytime soon.
Because numbers and visuals do a whack-job to my brain. And start getting me in a tizzy.
So today, I had to learn to lean on Him for my identity. To choose to not listen to the lies inside my head saying all kinds of crappy things. Was it easy? No. Am I still battling? Yes.
But PTL His mercies are new EVERY morning. And so are my choices. :)
So, all that to say....
If you're in a strangle, struggling place...it's okay. Keep going. Keep holding on. Don't quit. Don't give up. You'll get through it...push through....keep up the good work...even when it's not so good, keep going...because your new day is coming! :)
Short, sweet, to the point. It's just something I needed to write out to get out of my head and on to the journal.
night, my small world. :)
Like this morning, for instance. When I weighed-in on the scale. And then I immediately wanted to hurl the scale, or maybe just myself, off in a fit of temper. Because the number was seriously high. And I know numbers don't matter, especially when clothes are fitting loose. But lemme tell you...I'm a numbers girl...and I like numbers. So, to me, numbers DO MATTER. Why? Because it's something I can see visibly. Which stinks...because then I get hung up on these numbers...and, well, now you know what a semi-conversation looks like inside my head in this paragraph here.
All that to say...
I had to breathe. And NOT let the numbers get me down. Because I know I've been working out. For the most part, I've been REALLY good on my meals/eating habits/lifestyle changes. And that all this interval training has made me get some serious muscles on my body (yaaaaaaaaaay).
But I have received that I need to just bury the scale somewhere in the boonies in hopes that it never find me anytime soon.
Because numbers and visuals do a whack-job to my brain. And start getting me in a tizzy.
So today, I had to learn to lean on Him for my identity. To choose to not listen to the lies inside my head saying all kinds of crappy things. Was it easy? No. Am I still battling? Yes.
But PTL His mercies are new EVERY morning. And so are my choices. :)
So, all that to say....
If you're in a strangle, struggling place...it's okay. Keep going. Keep holding on. Don't quit. Don't give up. You'll get through it...push through....keep up the good work...even when it's not so good, keep going...because your new day is coming! :)
Short, sweet, to the point. It's just something I needed to write out to get out of my head and on to the journal.
night, my small world. :)
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