Can I be real for a second?
I’m in a rut.
Well, let’s be totally honest…it’s more like a ditch.
A really deep ditch.
Or maybe a ravine.
One of those steep, ivy covered, snake infested bottomless gullies.
Whatever it is, I’ve been there a while.
As I write this, I’m sitting in a pizza joint waiting on a personal-sized gluten free pizza, enjoying a half sweet, half unsweet iced tea and already regretting my order. I told myself [again] that this is my freebie meal before I get serious.
Am I the only one that does that?
How many times have you told yourself that?
I’m always going to eat all the things and start on Monday.
For those of you who are wonderfully fit and on top of your game with nutrition, I couldn’t admire you more…you are my hero. But for the rest of you…well, maybe you get it.
The thing is, I know how to do all the right things. I’ve studied nutrition enough to know what I’m supposed to eat. (no degree, just lots of research) I’ve spent a lot of time in the gym, and I actually know enough not to look like an idiot in front of the gym rats.
Truth is, I love the gym. I find lifting exhilarating and fun and I wish I had a dozen friends who felt the same way so we could do it together. Or one, honestly.
But with all that know-how, here I am, heavier than ever. All 215 pounds of me. (June 2019)
And you know what occurred to me recently?
God gave me one life.
And what I do with it kind of matters.
That’s obviously not news to me, and I didn’t have some sort of light bulb moment. Life happened, and with it, a slow realization.
My daughter recently returned home from college for the summer. She’s been cleaning out her dorm room stash and her bedroom here at home (thank the Lord!), so I let her use our dining room as a storage space for the short term.
Today, I was trying to make some order of the chaos, and I came across a folder she made, called her “Thankful Folder.” In it, periodically during the last school year, she listed things for which she was thankful.
First semester, lots of things like “warm shower” and “great friends” were listed, things she no doubt continues to be grateful for.
But after some significant health problems began to develop late in the semester, it was interesting to see the shift. She began listing things like “I’m thankful for the ability to walk” and “I’m thankful for friends who care enough to listen.”
If I’m honest, reading through that folder brought a few tears, but it also smacked me with a dose of reality.
I’ve been blessed with relatively good health for most of my life. Any struggles I have are fixable with dietary changes. (Celiac Disease)
I grew up with a mother who was crippled, and didn’t have the luxury of walking without severe pain. I have friends who don’t have legs that function at all…and here I am, struggling to eat right and exercise, complaining about it.
A friend posted a quote on Facebook today that brought a laugh, but boy it hit home:
“We need to deal with our but problem, and…some have bigger buts than others! – Sherman Smith
I have a but problem that might be a little bigger than my butt problem…and today, I’m coming clean. It’s time to own it, quit making excuses, and do something about it.
Do you struggle with motivation like I do?
Do you need a community?
I do, and since I don’t have one, I’m working on building one. Comment below, or send me an email via my contact page, and I’ll be happy to keep you in the loop once I get started.
For today though, all the exercise in the world can’t fix bad eating…so here’s to making better choices (more on that later) and thanking God for this incredible life He’s given me.
As for that pizza, I left half on the table. Just so you know.