Well, one month is down on this journey. With many more months to go. Down 6 lbs, 3.25 inches overall. As a matter of fact, it may soon be time to go jeans shopping:
Needless to say, I'm quite ecstatic. And very blessed. It's the small moments like these that help motivate me. That, and comments like, "You look smaller!" versus, "oh wow! you look like you're losing weight." (which I hate hearing the latter one...messes w/ my brain right now)
<--at my largest @ 278.8
--> now @ 272.2
Not only that, but I notice it when I look at myself in the mirror, when I look down and see my wrists are slightly smaller. When I take 2 week measurements and see that I've lost inches in areas. When I look at my biceps and watch my arms growing in muscles, see my legs looking leaner as I do those damn toe touch crunches or Ab X machine.
It's progress. And I'm quietly ecstatic about it...unless I know you well...then I just blurt and laugh and dance about it...'cause dancing burns calories.
I'm also ecstatic that I've stuck with the food journal, exercise logging, and with myfitnesspal in general (MFP).
This season, I've been hearing the words: 1. Adventure 2. Risk 3. Faith 4. Change (not necessarily in that order).
Adventure...I've been going on more of those the past month than I have the past 7 years. They don't have to be major adventures, but I'm walking in more freedom now, more joy, more...more of being me and who He's made me to be, and being okay with that. :) All in preparation for a bigger adventure coming soon!
Risk...how that word makes me shudder sometimes. Risk walking in what He's called me to do, and risk that I may hear Him wrong sometimes. But He's been asking me lately if I'm willing to take that risk, dive in, and live a life of...
FAITH...major changes are happening in my life right now, and another big one coming up in 2013. As I'm walking on this journey, I'm having to rely so much more on my faith in Him, and NOT on my understanding of how things are going to come to pass. I'm having to solely rely on Him for every detail, every need and every provision. And I'm seeing the fruit of that walk bloom before my eyes. I'm seeing Him rip away the things of the enemy to replace those things with His goodness and grace. And I'm thankful for the corrections being made, even when I wince or argue because I don't like them.
And lastly...
Change...ahhhh, that dreaded word that I hate so much. But these past 12 years have been preparing me for this season to come. Which makes sense. Because this week's workout card has this phrase on it:
You can choose to give up, or you can choose to fight. Are you a victim or a fighter? I heard you were a fighter. So where's your fight?
That's what I heard when I prayed about what to put on my workout card for the week. Which one am I? Will I choose to fight for the desires of my heart, to fight for health, for healing, for victory, for freedom? Or will I choose to remain a victim, a wallflower, a dirty carpet constantly being walked on? What am I going to choose?
I can tell you now...
I choose to fight. To pick up my weapons of warfare and praise, to put on my armor, and get up and fight. I choose to not allow myself to give in, give up and walk away from the battle. I've done that before, and I don't want to do it again.
So even when I feel unmotivated, I'll take a day/a break/a pity party, but then I'll get right back up, knowing that it's my life, my freedom and my dreams that I'm fighting for, and I say,
DEVIL YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!
And that's my one month progress. :)
Needless to say, I'm quite ecstatic. And very blessed. It's the small moments like these that help motivate me. That, and comments like, "You look smaller!" versus, "oh wow! you look like you're losing weight." (which I hate hearing the latter one...messes w/ my brain right now)
<--at my largest @ 278.8--> now @ 272.2
Not only that, but I notice it when I look at myself in the mirror, when I look down and see my wrists are slightly smaller. When I take 2 week measurements and see that I've lost inches in areas. When I look at my biceps and watch my arms growing in muscles, see my legs looking leaner as I do those damn toe touch crunches or Ab X machine.
It's progress. And I'm quietly ecstatic about it...unless I know you well...then I just blurt and laugh and dance about it...'cause dancing burns calories.
I'm also ecstatic that I've stuck with the food journal, exercise logging, and with myfitnesspal in general (MFP).
This season, I've been hearing the words: 1. Adventure 2. Risk 3. Faith 4. Change (not necessarily in that order).
Adventure...I've been going on more of those the past month than I have the past 7 years. They don't have to be major adventures, but I'm walking in more freedom now, more joy, more...more of being me and who He's made me to be, and being okay with that. :) All in preparation for a bigger adventure coming soon!
Risk...how that word makes me shudder sometimes. Risk walking in what He's called me to do, and risk that I may hear Him wrong sometimes. But He's been asking me lately if I'm willing to take that risk, dive in, and live a life of...
FAITH...major changes are happening in my life right now, and another big one coming up in 2013. As I'm walking on this journey, I'm having to rely so much more on my faith in Him, and NOT on my understanding of how things are going to come to pass. I'm having to solely rely on Him for every detail, every need and every provision. And I'm seeing the fruit of that walk bloom before my eyes. I'm seeing Him rip away the things of the enemy to replace those things with His goodness and grace. And I'm thankful for the corrections being made, even when I wince or argue because I don't like them.
And lastly...
Change...ahhhh, that dreaded word that I hate so much. But these past 12 years have been preparing me for this season to come. Which makes sense. Because this week's workout card has this phrase on it:
You can choose to give up, or you can choose to fight. Are you a victim or a fighter? I heard you were a fighter. So where's your fight?
That's what I heard when I prayed about what to put on my workout card for the week. Which one am I? Will I choose to fight for the desires of my heart, to fight for health, for healing, for victory, for freedom? Or will I choose to remain a victim, a wallflower, a dirty carpet constantly being walked on? What am I going to choose?
I can tell you now...
I choose to fight. To pick up my weapons of warfare and praise, to put on my armor, and get up and fight. I choose to not allow myself to give in, give up and walk away from the battle. I've done that before, and I don't want to do it again.
So even when I feel unmotivated, I'll take a day/a break/a pity party, but then I'll get right back up, knowing that it's my life, my freedom and my dreams that I'm fighting for, and I say,
DEVIL YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!
And that's my one month progress. :)
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